After the restart, Zhuo Yang reached out for the ball like a chicken, quickly got rid of the ball after receiving the ball, or dribbled the ball, or passed the ball, jumping up and down, and disturbing the left side of the entire right Adenstead team, like a happy and agile Tibetan antelope. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

With his extensive running with Piglet, Montolivo and Frenkie de Jong, coupled with Franck Ribery's aggressive drop-back response, and centre-back captain Satter Merck popping up like a ghost from time to time to make a transition, the nightclub six-man team firmly controlled the midfield.

The Adenstead players suddenly felt that their opponents on the pitch were very different from the first half, as they found that they could not hold the ball in midfield. In the first half, they were able to fight evenly with their opponents, but in the second half, they could only run blindly behind the opponent's buttocks, unable to even see the tail lights, tired like a dead dog but ineffective.

All this is the change brought by Zhuo Yang after he came on the field. With his superior individual skills, he firmly controlled the football, connected the whole team's passing and cutting coordination, and then used tireless running to constantly insert the opponent's most awkward gaps.

And the teammates also unconsciously responded around Zhuo Yang, and the focus of the entire organization was biased to the right side where Zhuo Yang was.

Some people are born to be the centerpiece!

The Adenstead team began to try to use multi-person packs to deal with Zhuo Yang, but at this time, Zhuo Yang could always let the ball find a teammate who had lost the opponent's mark, so that all reactionaries turned into paper tigers.

If it weren't for bad luck and the extraordinary performance of Adenstead's goalkeeper after being ashamed, the score would have been rewritten.

The players of the Adenstead team were confused and looked helplessly at the coach's bench on the sidelines. And the head coach of the Adenstede team, Marvin Murray, is also a brick in his head.

"Where did this guy come from? Haven't heard of it? Where the are the players in the regional leagues! "Coach Marven's depressed brain hurts. If you defend on all fronts, the team is still behind. If we let go of the attack, this stance will have to be leaked by Madiburg.

Coach Marvin made a move to let Jerome Noyce warm up.

Jerome Noyce, a German, is 27 years old and 182 cm tall.

Jerome has a trait, he's seriously biased. I don't understand offense, but it's a must to mark people defensively. Jerome is very flexible, he can stick to his opponent when he marks people, and he can't get rid of the opponent, he is a dog skin plaster. Because of Jerome's characteristics, he is useless offensively and a waste of rations, but when he is on the field at a critical time, he will be able to focus on the opponent's core players, and the effect will be immediate. Don't look at his offense is about zero, but when it comes to marking people alone, he can definitely be counted in the regional league, and it can be said that he is a walking individual defensive nuclear weapon. And Jerome is very dirty when defending, with a lot of small movements, a hobby of black hands, and a special concealment, which makes it difficult for the referee to find out. His marking can sometimes make opponents crazy, and people with poor psychological quality will be tired of him and collapse if they are not careful, and they will doubt their own lives.

Jerome Noyce replaced his team-mate and ran into the pitch and ran straight to the left of Zhuoyang. The players of the Adenstead team were relieved to see Jerome being replaced. Because they often have this kind of tactical change, they also know what to do, so they let Zhuo Yang to Jerome, and the two of them will fight alone. The teammates have a lot of faith in Jerome.

Jerome ran close to Zhuo Yang, just wanted to say two trash words to stimulate the opponent, and Zhuo Yang, who was best stimulated, lost his mind. Before the trash talk came out, he saw Zhuo Yang receiving the ball with his back, Jerome quickly took back the words that came to his mouth, and went up to stick to Zhuo Yang's back to prevent Zhuo Yang from turning around.

He didn't spit out a mouthful of trash talk, but swallowed it back, choking Jerome enough.

Zhuo Yang was stuck by Jerome and tried twice, but couldn't turn around. Not to mention, this guy is really flexible. Jerome began to use his tricks, his knees kept pushing against Zhuo Yang's legs, and his hands secretly pinched Zhuo Yang's waist several times.

"Fuck, this is a crab spirit brought by a monkey, right?" How can Zhuo Yang look at this level? Dial the ball, sink down the waist, sit back with the hips, push Jerome more than a meter with a butt, and then pull the ball and turn around. The whole set of actions is done in one go.

Before Jerome could feel the pain in one of the male parts of the body, he saw Zhuo Yang carry the ball to his left side. It's going to pass him.

Jerome didn't bother to rub the indescribable part with his hands, and quickly twisted to the left. As soon as he turned around, he saw Zhuo Yang's left foot buckled again, and turned the football to his right side. Jerome desperately twisted to the right again, his body twisting strangely. But before Jerome could catch his breath, Zhuo Yang knocked the ball with the heel of his right foot, and the football returned to Jerome's left side, Jerome subconsciously turned around and twisted again, desperately trying to jam Zhuo Yang's breakthrough direction. Before he could kick out, the football was pulled back to the right side by Zhuo Yang with the outside instep.

Jerome was about to collapse, relying on his strong will to forcibly twist his waist and crotch again, and his right leg was almost twisted. It's a pity that Zhuo Yang floated lightly past him like a kite.

Jerome then heard a slight "click" in the knee of his right leg, and then he screamed and fell to the turf with his leg in his arms.

This poor child, who continued to stop and turn, forcibly ripped off his cruciate ligament!

The whole audience watched in horror.

There were only three or four seconds in total, and before the players on both sides could catch up in place, this big living person was knocked down.

The Adenstead players were on the verge of crying. It's a good person, when you come on the court, you haven't had time to say a word, and the ball hasn't even touched it, so you will break your leg stiffly! It's miserable!

Big brother, don't make trouble, okay? We're really here to play......

Zhuo Yang, who had already gone out of the dust, kicked the football out of bounds with a very sportsmanlike spirit and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Blame me?

As everyone watched the grieving Jerome Noyce being carried off the field, their desolate screams could still be heard. This scream later became a lingering nightmare for many Adenstead players in their lives.

The Ardenstead players have completely lost their fighting spirit. How can you kick this? The defensive nuclear weapons that were finally developed will be destroyed by you in the blink of an eye. This unilateral nuclear disarmament is also too unsophisticated.

The Adenstead player gentlemanly threw the ball back to his opponent, and the ball went to Zhuo Yang's feet in three or two. He took the ball past the midfield and handed the ball to Montolivo, who was playing with Piggy Schweinsteiger and then continued to play forward.

Montolivo passes to Schweinsteiger, a piggy on the side, who runs to the line of the penalty area, where the piggy knocks back to the retreating Ribery and then returns to the ribs between the full-back and the centre-back. Ribery pulled the central defender to the sideline and kicked the ball to Zhuo Yang, who took a long-range shot from the edge of the penalty area, and then ran to the back post of the penalty area.

When the ball arrived, the little pig put the ball back again, Zhuo Yang was empty and not offside, and the goalkeeper ran back desperately at the front point.

It's too late!

Zhuo Yang knocked his left foot slightly, and the football slowly rolled into the goal. It's much harder to kick out than in.

Two minutes later, Zhuo Yang got up from the ground with his head full of grass and scum. He was pressed by ten big men again.

Jurgen Klopp trembled happily on the sidelines, running twice along the coach's bench with his legs raised, and he was a middle-aged man.

Zhuo Yang scored the second goal, and the time also pointed to the 76th minute of the game. The head coach of the Adenstead team, Marvin, simply sat in the coach's box, at a loss. It took a long time to exhale a breath of turbid air in his lungs.

So be it, leave everything to God, Amen!

But God apparently didn't bother to deal with him.

Zhuo Yang didn't want to be like this, he was having a good time, and whoever dared to forcibly interrupt him at this time would risk forming a mortal enmity with him.

The clock went to the eighty-third minute, Zhuo Yang took the ball near the halfway line and made a one-two with De Jong, and the left midfielder of the Adenstede team couldn't keep him, but let himself not keep up with the pace and let a dog lick and fall to the ground. Zhuo Yang rushed straight towards the bottom line, and the back of the Adenstead team, the left fullback, and the left central defender hurriedly came over to wrap up, intending to force Zhuo Yang to the corner with the ball.

The world is difficult to achieve, and this matter is difficult to complete.

Zhuo Yang began to sway his upper body non-stop, his feet took turns to cross the top of the football, and the three of them fought and retreated nervously as if they were facing a great enemy. The four of them were getting closer and closer, and seeing that the encirclement of Zhuo Yang was about to be completed, suddenly, Zhuo Yang began to pull again and again, and knock again and again. The three Adenstead players felt their knees tighten.

This scene is all too familiar, and this is how Jerome Noyce was fooled and lame.

Jerome's mournful wails still echoed in the cochlea of the three Adenstead players, their hearts tugging at their throats, as if they had heard the cruciate ligament crying.

This damn Chinese is also too fucking unsophisticated.

The rest of the Adenstead players on the pitch were heartbroken for their teammates, and the Madiburg youth players also looked at the three Adenstead opponents with sympathy, with a bit of Fieperae's sportsmanship. Both of them seem to have forgotten that there is an official and decent football game going on.

There is only one exception.

The leg-breaking madman Zhuo Yang had noticed that the piglet Schweinsteiger had slipped silently into the Adenstead penalty area like a cunning hunter.

Before the three Adenstead players reached the limit of their hearts, Zhuo Yang suddenly stabbed the football with the tip of his left foot, and the football 'swished' out of the human gap, and flew into the penalty area in a parabolic trajectory, landing on the top of the pig's head.

Piggy Schweinsteiger stood in place and even skipped the jump, and with a flick of his head, the football crashed into the net, bringing up the white net, like a wave.

Eleven Madiburg youth team players celebrated on the turquoise lawn, like seagulls chasing the waves and goshawks soaring freely over the grasslands. They enjoyed the joy of football to the fullest.

Jurgen Klopp looked at his players from the sidelines, his eyes full of his own youth.

The referee blew the kick-off whistle again, and it was already the fourth time that a Adenstead player had kicked off in the second half. They are numb like pepper and salt chickens stuffed with Sichuan peppercorns, just thinking about letting the game end as soon as possible, so that they can go back and huddle in the arms of the women at home, so that their broken hearts can slowly heal.

Their head coach, Mr. Ma Wen, had a black face like the bottom of a pot in a large pot of rice cooked in a clay stove in rural China in the 60s.

Players on both sides had no intention of fighting, and they were backing their feet back and forth. The Ardenstede players were unprepared to attack, and the tenacity of German football disappeared without a trace in them.

The Madiburg youth team is embarrassed to bully people anymore, they have already beaten people up, what do you want to do?

Kill them all, that's because you don't have enough knives. Fight the snake without dying with the stick, that's because your stick is not long enough. 3:0, there is not much time left, enough big guy to show generosity and tolerance.

As the saying goes: be a man and leave a line, and see each other in the future.

It's a pity that there is a stunned young man who is playing a professional game for the first time today and doesn't understand the unspoken rules at all.

The game went into injury time, which was meaningless, and the players on both sides had no claim for the length of the delay. The referee had already put the whistle in his mouth, and was just picking a moment to get him off the slope.

The Adenstead player casually returned the pass, which was randomly cut off by Piggy Schweinsteiger, and then passed back to Zhuo Yang, who was still running like crazy in his own half. Zhuo Yang stepped over the ball, looked up at the opponent's goalkeeper, and then picked up his right leg on the sideline three or four meters away from the center line, and the instep of his foot was like a whip and slammed into the lower half of the football.

Like a cannonball fired from an old-fashioned cannon, the ball whizzes forward, across the halfway, over the half-pitch, and towards the penalty area.

The Adenstead goalkeeper jumped in a hurry as he retreated. Jump higher, have longer arms, and stretch your palms a little more.

The football grazed his fingertips and plunged into the arms of the goal in his desperate eyes, like an impatient homesick bird.

The Ardenstead Neptune Stadium is fortunate to have witnessed the rise of a generation of legends;

The Ardenstead Neptune Stadium was painful, and it became the first stepping stone on the rise of a generation of legends.

Zhuo Yang lay on his back on the grass like a dead dog, and his 60-meter ultra-long-range hanging shot finally exhausted his last bit of physical strength, allowing his teammates to celebrate wildly around him.

The referee blew the whistle to end the match, and he didn't even give the Adensteide team a chance to kick off again. This is actually a relief for the players of the Adenstead team. They rejoiced that it was finally over, and prayed that they would wake up tomorrow and forget the nightmare, because God loves the world.