However, before killing the magpie, you must first confirm whether the magpie is a national protected animal, don't ravage the magpie yourself, and then tell me that it is illegal.

The overall offense couldn't open up the situation, and Quaresma knew that he still had to rely on his individual ability to break the gap and create a threat, which was his mission on the court.

Pulled to the right midfield, he was flanked only by Magpies left-back Babayaro, a man who had broken the Guinness World Record.

Six times a day for two weeks, Shengsheng scares away beautiful models with marathon-like sexual AI, and it's like a humanoid beast.

Looking at the guy in front of him who was about the same height and figure as himself, Quaresma really couldn't understand how he could have such terrifying energy in his body.

"Can you really do it six times a day and then for two weeks?"

Taking advantage of the ball on the left, Quaresma asked Babayaro with a curious look.

This is reported by the media, and he is not sure if it is true, so I happen to be here, so I will ask to understand.

Babayaro was extremely nervous to guard against Quaresma, but when he suddenly heard Quaresma's question, he instantly became extremely proud and proud.

"No, no, no, the media is really talking nonsense!" "Actually, it's not two weeks at all, it's three weeks!" ”

As soon as Babayaro spoke, Quaresma was relieved, and he said, "This is really not true!"

But Babayaro said it in the second half of the sentence, and Quaresma's whole person was not good!

You're a brute!

You're a waste of your talent to play, why don't you go and make a film?

I'll introduce Fabiano to you when I go back, you are the hero, Fabiano is the woman... As a director, you are a match made in heaven!

"Oh, you're amazing!" Quaresma complimented perfunctorily, he had nothing more to say!

However, he never imagined that Babayaro would be aroused by the conversation, and began to boast about himself beside Quaresma, eager to tell Quaresma all about his great achievements.

"Once I dated four models, and they were jealous!"

"And guess how I solved it?"

"I told them: stop fighting, what's there to fight about, I promise to satisfy you all!"

"Hahaha, I really made them all beg for mercy in one night!"

"Another time, I was dating a model, and then she couldn't take it at first and quickly called her sister over, and then the two of them couldn't bear it either, and they called her mom again!"

"And ......"

Barbayaro chattered as if he had found a confidant, his mouth was like a machine gun, and God knows what role his tongue played in all his feats.

Quaresma felt like a beeping dog.

God, take this evil for me!

I'm so bad, why don't you ask him such a question!

Hurriedly raised his hand to ask for the ball, and if he didn't run, Quaresma was afraid that he couldn't help but give Babayaro a kick.

At this time, the offense also hit the middle, and when he saw Quaresma asking for the ball, Xiaofa rolled the ball to Quaresma's feet.

Good bye!

Quaresma stopped the ball and turned in one go, brushed directly past Babayaro, and rushed forward.

Babayaro was talking about it when he was taken by surprise by Quaresma, and his first reaction was not the danger at the back, but the fact that he hadn't finished speaking......

"You're listening to me......"

Seeing this, the other Newcastle players ran back, scolding Babayaro for being an idiot as they ran.

However, by this time, Quaresma had already formed a counter-attack with the ball, and the people behind could not catch up at all, and they had to guard against other Arsenal players who followed later, leaving only the last two central defenders to stop Quaresma from continuing to advance.

He may have been beaten by Babayaro just now, but after launching the charge, Quaresma found the feeling he had not felt for a long time, and the wind in his ears seemed to carry great resistance, whirring, so that he could not hear the huge cheers from the stands.

Bramble, who was dragging at the back, looked at each other and pressed up together, they couldn't come up one by one, so it was clearly a chance for Quaresma to wear pills.

However, the fact that he can't wear a ball doesn't mean that Quaresma can't do anything about the Magpies' two central defenders.

He can also fry croquettes.

Fearlessly facing the two defenders, the ball was still at the feet of Quaresma like an elf, changing continuously in the blink of an eye, completing the pass between the left and right feet, and at the same time passing between Bramble and Moore, as if passing through the ghost's defense, leaving Bramble and Moore completely stunned, with a look of horror on their faces.

What just happened?

It was as if the ball was in uncanny control, magically shifting between Quaresma's feet, making it impossible for them to react effectively.

Is Quaresma a magician?

However, no matter what kind of emotion the two of them have now, it can't be changed, Quaresma has rushed to the Newcastle goal with the ball, and once again formed a one-handed situation.

Facing Jiwen again, Quaresma didn't have any burden, at least Jiwen had already been defeated by himself once, and it was Jiwen who should be worried now.

What's more, you can waste a single knife?

I don't know if it's to show off his footwork, or to make the goal more classic, in front of the attacking Given, Quaresma once again performed a croquette stunt, controlling the ball between his feet and changing with his footsteps, and playing Jiwen around.

After Given's complete fall to the ground, Quaresma had already picked the ball out, faced the empty goal, and easily pushed it into the hand.

2:0

Quaresma scores twice!

In fact, just now Quaresma wanted to bring the ball to the Newcastle goal and stop it, wait for the Newcastle players to rush over, and then kick it in.

But he still gave up on this idea, which was a bit too pretentious and easy to beat.

After the goal, Quaresma rushed to the sidelines and stood under the stands to echo the equally crazy Arsenal fans above, celebrating the goal passionately.

That's your own goal!

The first goal was Arsenal-esque, it belonged to Arsenal, not exactly him!

But this goal was different, Quaresma created chances entirely on his own and scored the ball, which is a typical Quaresma goal.

His teammates rushed over and ravaged him in the name of celebrating the goal, and there was nothing Quaresma could do about it, could it be that in order to escape the ravage, he would not score in the future?

After the celebration was over, his teammates had dispersed, but Quaresma still yelled at the stands, which drew another wave of cheers from the stands.

How's that, are you satisfied?