Chapter 45

The next step is chlop's most elaborate strategy.

"Ricardo, your position will change. You go here." Klopper looks at Montolivo and points his pen at the right wing of the picture.

"Frank, you too, back to the left wing." Chlop looked at the scar again.

"Now it's the most important change. Drow and Bastian, step back together and stand on both sides of Nigel. Drow is on the right and Bastian is on the left. All three of you, take control of the court

This is what klopper has been worrying about. Zhuoyang no longer plays on the right road, but goes to the middle road. Piggy is no longer the front waist or the ninth and a half, and also retreats to the back of the middle road.

Zhuoyang, piggy, Montolivo and scar are all rare generalists. Master scar is very fast. There is no problem in attacking on the side. Excellent cutting technology ensures that he can kill in the middle at any time. And the other three are even more amazing, left and right foot balance, almost all can hit in front of all positions. Montolivo and piggy have both played in front and back, and they are very good, so klopper has nothing to worry about.

As for Zhuoyang, in fact, he only played right avant-garde. But klopper doesn't know why he thinks that the new position is absolutely OK for Zhuoyang, and Zhuoyang also thinks that he is absolutely OK, confident to be unreasonable.

Can human beings understand genius?

At last, I have finished talking about it. The rosy clouds in the West are shining red in the sky. The design is beautiful and the effect is good. You need to go to the training ground and try it in the competition field.

Husler said, "how about the two team mates and everyone? Have a drink together? "

Zhuoyang several people looked at each other: "I'm sorry, Thomas, we need to practice more, another day."

The dwarf tiger froze.

Hasler was silent for a long time when he watched Zhuoyang's six men running to the training ground.

On the way to the parking lot, half a day later, Hasler said to calitezakis, "maybe, this year, we don't need to lose our reputation."

"It's possible that these little guys are really working hard." Calitezakis nodded slightly.

"It's nice to be young. There are so many possibilities." Stuart Bernal also intervened, with a sigh in his words.

When Zhuoyang came to the training ground, he saw three people running circles on the track. They were Willie Ackerman, Carl Rand and Clark Edmund, the other three members of the training team. Seeing Zhuoyang and their arrival, the three stopped.

The two groups smiled at each other, and then six people who were late joined in the running circle.

"We thought you were in the first team, so we won't stay for practice."

"No, not enough. I am going to challenge the men of Bayern Munich in the future, which is not enough

"I said, Zhuo, I'm really jealous of you. I only came to the youth team a few months ago, but I've been with the youth team for three years..."

"Carl, don't lose heart. With Mr. croop, everything is possible."

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With the pace of running away, several people's voices gradually become smaller and smaller, gradually unable to hear clearly.

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after the training, a group of people go to the group shower first. The energetic young men are frothing and talking, and who will play urine after a while, and finally compare each other with the length of the description. It seems that the thin Montolivo won the championship by a small margin. Zhuo Yang, a Chinese, ranked second. Piggy's sad caisson was at the bottom. The rich second generation was full of depression and kept muttering: "little tricky......". Several good friends hurriedly comforted him. Hummingbird is also a bird.

Zhuoyang nicknamed Montolivo - "second brother"! And explained the meaning of the word "second child" in Chinese. Since then, "second brother" has become a synonym for Montolivo, and eventually resounded throughout the world football. However, no one knows what it really means, except for the group of people on the peninsula who were divorced from the high-level interest that day.

After changing clothes, a group of people went to the parking lot, laughing and talking. Along the way, piggy gave Ackerman their three stories about the ghost that happened last night. It was like a single cross talk, which made everyone laugh all the time.

As soon as I got out of the gate, I saw a cross-country vehicle in the parking lot driving bright lights, which made the parking lot as bright as the daytime. A big fat man stood upright in the brightest part of the entrance.

"Hey, you bastards, come here for the fuck." The big fat man shouted in a thick voice.

Black thick windbreaker, big back head, brown trousers, shiny black leather shoes, plus a tall body wide figure. "Godfather" is a very powerful atmosphere.

It's just that the zygomatic bone on the left face is black, and the band aid on the right eyebrow bone affects the image of the godfather.

"You little bastards, get over here!" The fat Godfather shouted."Hey, fat man, speak carefully!" Zhuo Yang put his hands in his pockets, his feet were not small, his head was askew, and he was a bad boy.

"Wait How do I think this fat man is a little familiar? " Piggy found some clues. "Eh Isn't this the ghost who needed to be beaten last night? "

"Puyi ~", several people didn't hold their smiles. They first pursed their mouths and then had to cover their mouths with their hands. At last, Ribery couldn't hold the scar.

"Ah ha ha ha, this fat man is fighting, ha ha ha ha..."

at this time, everyone can't hold back. "Hahahaha..."

"I said fat man, what did you do last night? Ha ha ha ha... "

"I'm sorry, fat man, please let me smile for a while, hahahaha It's very hard to beat Ha ha ha ha ha. "

"Ah ha ha ha, ah, I can't stand it. I have a stomachache..." They all couldn't laugh straight, so they were almost rolling on the ground.

The fat godfather's black line is in disorder in the wind.

"Enough!" The fat Godfather shivered on his cheek. "You six, frank, I'm waiting for you in your restaurant. Go now, or, hum! ——”

The Godfather turned and drove away in a huge off-road car. Left a few people face to face, a haze.

"Scar, do you know him?"

"I don't know! Who knows what he is. "

"Well, do you think there will be a Chicago typewriter in his windbreaker? Like in the movie, sudden, sudden, sudden... "

"Shouldn't it be so exaggerated? I think there are at most two desert eagles... "