Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang slumped and lowered his shoulders—Here he came, he had to weigh Alan Smith's weight first. Right foot left empty-aired, knocking the ball in the opposite direction after the fake movement, and instantaneously flashed a position of Smith.

That's it, it's not difficult! Zhuo Yangxin said.

This is the bottom line. Suddenly, a big thick leg swept across, too insidious and overbearing. Zhuo Yangruo continued to go down, his left leg will be shoveled, and face to face bone.

This is a posture that is the same!

This **** just started, how much do you hate me? If you are willing to come up with him, it will be harder to see who has our legs, but Zhuo Yang still feels a little incompetent. It is not in line with Sun Tzu's art of war that both sides are injured, and it is called brainless. In a circle in his brain, Zhuo Yang first protected himself.

Withdrawing his left leg, the football was directly shoveled into the South Stand by Alan Smith. Amid the applause at Old Trafford, Smith's serious expression flashed a glance in his eyes.

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Two minutes later, Zhuo Yang scored the ball again at the forty meter line. With his physical advantage, he moved away from Smith and turned his center of gravity to wipe the ball. However, Smith also took advantage of his flexible shape and quickly posted it. Moreover, the situation was still fierce, and even Zhuo Yang framed his elbow against his chest without realizing it.

In this way, Zhuo Yang simply used his movements to make a big step and wear a crotch, giving you two colors to taste. Smith was really embarrassed on the face, and he began to stretch out with a scream. This time, he just came in accordance with Zhuo Yang's knee, and it was knee-to-knee, or the bravery of both defeats.

Of course Zhuo Yang can't beat him like this. How expensive are his knees? Can you compare with the rumored English countryman? Withdrawing to dodge, Smith was kicked and flew out by Smith lying on the ground. He didn't have a chance to aim and kick again, it just broke randomly, but the football happened to fly to Giggs.

The title shifted quickly, Giggs fell to Ronaldinho on the other side, the Portuguese got the ball inwards, Rock Dras failed to keep up, Ronaldinho's shot was handed by Handanovic Stand up and lift the beam.

Zhuo Yang suffocated a bit: Why is this guy like Smith a bit like fighting with me? Do you have no wife or children at home? Sir John promised you how much funeral expenses you have to let me wipe my neck with.

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After a few more direct confrontations between the two, each time the situation was exactly the same, Alan Smith forced Zhuo Yang: Come, hurt each other! Every time Zhuo Yang gave in at the last moment, he really couldn't be reconciled to his artist's body to fight with the mud legs. The two lay on the ground after their feet, and Zhuo Yang clearly felt that Smith wanted to bite his soles with his teeth. He finally understood that today he met the Manchester United version of the mad dog Rand.

Prior to this, Zhuo Yang had always mocked those opponents who were frightened by Rand, the counsel of football, and they looked down on people who dare not fight bayonets. He didn't secretly sympathize with those who scared the mad dog until he had personally experienced Alan Smith's self-defense.

Of course, Zhuo Yang will never admit that he has also counseled him. Such a flash of thought made him a little bit angry and angry.

——Okay, let’s try to see who’s legs are harder than to see who’s harder, and whoever looses the throttle first and turns the steering wheel is the grandson!

Smith does not come to Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang will also go to him specifically, for him, the progress of the game is sometimes not the most important. Zhuo Yang who committed the axis no longer cares about the violent Smith from the opposite side when he is facing football, nor does he care about football, especially Smith. The two of them didn't think how to control the **** football, they both thought about **** the **** opponent on the opposite side.

‘Wow! ! ’

In the collision of bystanders' scalp numbness, Smith suffered a big loss. After all, he was small in weight, but Zhuo Yang didn't fall much, and his chest shook so much that he wanted to vomit blood. Both of them fell down and fell to the ground. Zhuo Yang got up on his bones. Although his thigh muscles hurt, he still pretended to tickle Smith on the ground casually: Get up, and then play.

Smith was of course a tough guy, and he jumped up with his hands clasped, his legs soft but fell. His thigh was so painfully pained that it seemed to be broken, but the tough guy didn't have the slightest hypocrisy, turned over and climbed again, his face twisted to endure the pain: this is enough, let's continue.

There are not many people who talk badly, and no one goes to spam, of course, there will be no sympathy at this time, and the two are very dissatisfied.

Everyone took a close look at this situation, and secretly gave a thumbs up in his heart: Second, too **** second-hand! The Lord's helplessness was not all his original intentions. Using Alan Smith's brutality to limit Zhuo Yang was a strategy arranged before the game, but Ferguson did not expect that Zhuo Yang, who has always been cunning and clever, was such a stretch.

——Don’t be crazy, don’t you survive, do all the art lovers commit crimes?

How could Lord Ferguson think of scrapping Zhuo Yang on the field? He really hopes that one day Zhuo Yang will eventually come to vote. The old man has been yy many times. Zhuo Yang will be the last world footballer he built before retiring~www.readwn.com~ But now the two neuropaths on the field are in mutual Whoever stabbed the knife to hide his grandson, he couldn't stop him at all.

Uncle Klopp almost cried out. He was going to let him rush up and scream Zhuo Yang in the past: Is it all **** in his mind? How can Zhuo Yang open his mouth now? He knew better than anyone in his heart. Once Zhuo Yang was stubborn, he could pull the nine-headed cow back and he could only wait for his consciousness to be sober. Before that, everything was air.

The mad dog Rand rubbed his hands off the court: sir, let me go let me go.

Uncle Zha is not so angry: go, what can you do? fight? I have to fight Zhuo Yang himself...

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The game was temporarily interrupted. Both Zhuo Yang and Smith were spraying thighs on the sidelines. While listening to the ears, Uncle squeaked how to transfer and knock. Zhuo Yang raised his thighs and did a few reverse stretching exercises. It’s like yoga, but Uncle Li, who taught him the same thing, called this thing Wu Qin Xi. After finishing, I feel a lot more comfortable thigh muscles, I think there is no big deal.

Smith was different there, he wouldn't do anything, the chopping was enough, he couldn't get down without holding a machine gun against his head. But he was a tough guy, he wouldn't hack the atom bomb against his head, and now he was so painful that his thigh was so painful that he didn't say anything.

After the game restarted, Zhuo Yang stubbornly decided to compete with Smith, and he would not admit it.

——I really thought I was scared? More ruthless? I have bitten off other people's ears when I was in elementary school. To put it bluntly, aren't you just like the little bastard, Benoit, playing a bad life! I'm not dead, I still care about the big deal? ...Wait... Benoit... A terrible...? ?

Zhuo Yang never lacks blood, but he also lacks reason.

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