Golden Greenery

I just don’t give you a pass, but I’m still the Serie A assisting king; I just like tossing you on the court, making you useless for non-stop back and forth, but I am also the king of Serie A’s efficiency; I just like to feed you under the pass, But I am still the best shooter.

　　 How can you treat me?

　　 Everyone in AC Milan can see that I was deliberately targeting you, but no one can help me, and no one can talk to me about anything. You have a foundation in the Knights of the Round Table, I also have someone to maintain, and my popularity in Milanello is much better than yours, I have a mass foundation.

　　The round table group knows, but can they bite me? Ancelotti knows, can he let me go and let you go? Seniors know that they can drive me away and leave you?

　　 I just want to make you dumb to eat Huanglian with pain, not only you can't say it, but also those who like you to maintain you everywhere should be speechless, I will eat and eat you, I just bully you.

　　 How can you treat me? How can you treat me!

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　　 It was getting dark, and the last afterglow glowed on the calm surface of Lake Milanello. Looking from the direction of the sports building, the scenery becomes hazy, and the expressions on the faces of Zhuo Yang and Giladino can't be distinguished at this moment, only the silhouette of them two meters apart can be seen.

　　 Zhuo Yang leaned against the fence by the lake, and Giladino stood upright holding the railing.

"I can't treat you like that, no one can help you." Ji Taozi said: "This is where you are strong. If you bully me, I can only bear it. If I don't want to continue to live like this, I can only choose to leave. ."

　　 "Zhuo Yang, I don't know if you want to see me leave, or you want me to stay, after all, it is not so easy to find yourself an object that can be bullied by justifications."

"I don’t want to argue with you about the right or wrong between us at the beginning of last season, it’s meaningless. But since then, I can find me like a bully without any worries, no psychological burden, no Anyone who feels guilty, you must be very satisfied."

　　 "You found a strong sense in me, you vented your dissatisfaction with some people in the round table group to me. I am not only a scapegoat, but also a weak lamb."

　　 Never heard Ji Taozi say so much in one breath, Zhuo Yang was a little surprised, because Ji Taozi's words were directed at his heart, and he was right.

When he arrived at the beginning of 2006, he encountered a goal shortage, but Giladino did not pass Zhuo Yang, which made Zhuo Yang occupy a moral highland. No matter how he was teasing others, Zhuo Yang could not be said that Zhuo Yang’s is not because Ji Taozi was wrong first. .

　　As Zhuo Yang gradually adapts to Serie A football, the strong dominance on the court has become an absolute force. Humans generally admire the strong. In cruel professional football, Ji Taozi won't get much sympathy.

　　 Zhuo Yang's character is more cheerful and sunny, making it easier for him to make friends on the team, and more affinity, and Zhuo Yang's style is more pleasing, can help others on the field. Ji Taozi is different. His introverted personality and rigorous style are too formal. His teammates will respect him but not too close. Moreover, he is a pure shooter, and survival depends on the number of goals. Naturally, he will **** away other strikers, and his style of play cannot help his teammates too much. So it is not surprising that his popularity and mass base are not as good as Zhuo Yang.

　　 occupies the moral high ground, and has strong power of crushing itself, and there are people who are biased towards themselves. In this way, Zhuo Yang is not too comfortable to bully Giladino.

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　　 "Peach... Alberto, football, you have to speak with strength..." Zhuo Yang suddenly felt that it was not so comfortable.

"No need to say more, Zhuo Yang. This is the first time I talked to you and the last time. Whether you don't care, I will leave Milan in the summer." Gilardino said: "Although I know you don't care, but I I still have to tell you, I hate you. Very disgusting."

　　 "You must also hate me, and I don't care too."

　　 "Alberto, you are wrong, I... don't hate you." Zhuo Yang said. He is sincere at this moment.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care, your attitude can't change what happened. I lost, not the qualification of the national team, but the loss of two years. Of course, people like you will definitely not I care about the time of a weak person like me, and even disdain my life."

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　　 The sky was completely dark, Zhuo Yang stood alone by the lake and stared at the black lake in a daze.

　　Gilardino is gone, the communication between the two should have happened in this way, Zhuo Yang suddenly felt very ridiculous between the past two seasons and peach. The fart is a bit bigger, but in the end it is such an ending. does it worth? Don't you really care?

　　The last sentence when Ji Mozi walked said: "Zhuo Yang, what do you win? Is it your purpose for me to leave this place? Is your purpose in coming to Milan to justify and fight anyone?"

　　 Zhuo Yang wandered in thoughts by the lake. He was sure that he really did not care about Giladino, whether he was alive or not. Zhuo Yang remembered a sentence his father once said-it is very bad to ignore others.

　　 I just don’t take care of myself!

　　 At that time, Zhuo Yang couldn't understand this sentence, but today Zhuo Yang realized the taste. Occupying the moral commanding heights is not forbidden and not forgiving, and it does not make people always right and will not really be happy. Zhuo Yang is a person who likes to be kind to others, but in the process of ``bullying'' Ji Taozi, he was intoxicated with unreasonable satisfaction.

　　What am I after? What is my heart?

　　 The lake is claustrophobic, and Zhuo Yang's eyes are dark.

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　　 Until he boarded the flight to Naples the next day, Zhuo Yang was still thinking about this problem. He vaguely felt that he had caught something, but it seemed that he was deliberately avoiding it. This question is very important, but it has nothing to do with Gilardino~www.readwn.com~ At ten in the morning, the domestic flight of AC Milan landed at Naples Airport, and then boarded the bus collectively. They had to go to the Vesuvius Hotel first. After lunch there, I took a lunch break and went to St. Paul Stadium at five in the afternoon. The game started at 8pm. After the match, AC Milan will spend the night at the Vesuvius Hotel and fly back to Milan the next day.

　　Newly promoted to Naples, led by coach Eddie Reia, this season's performance is very good, with two rounds remaining and now temporarily ranked eighth. Although the first half of the schedule slaughtered Naples at 6:2 in San Siro, but St. Paul Stadium is one of the very difficult venues in Serie A this year, and the second half of the Naples schedule clearly showed a strong difference from the previous.

　　 More importantly, the temptation of the Serie A champion is ahead, and AC Milan cannot afford to lose.

　　The bus drove along the promenade, and the players were either watching or lying or sleeping, and Zhuo Yang took Kaka's small file to fix his nails. Just then, his cell phone rang.

　　 was called by my dad, which is a bit strange. This point is more than five o'clock in the afternoon in China, and the time is normal, but Dad rarely calls himself before the game. He likes to chat with his son in the evening after the game.

　　 "Hey, dad..."

　　 Zhuo Yang suddenly stood up from his seat and shouted at the front: "Stop! I want to go down!"

　　——"Zhuo Yang, your grandma is in critical condition, go to Chengdu immediately!"

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