Chapter 551

Li Boye, who has been run by Zhuoyang's words for a long time, has been holding back his anger and gathering three flowers. He is not a good fault, and the top villain in the Premier League is not a reputation.

"Just like you, you can also scare the primary school students. With you, the magpie has a low IQ." Zhuoyang's mouth didn't stop.

"I'll fuck you!" Finally, Boye blurted out a curse. See Zhuoyang turn around with the ball to go, immediately from the latter one flying shovel, feet all off the ground, shining silver studs. The target is not the ball at all. It comes directly to Zhuoyang's calf and knee.

Zhuoyang was intended to provoke Boye's anger. Of course, he was prepared for his sudden outburst. Seeing Boye's move, Zhuoyang started to stagger to the left, withdrew to the right immediately, and turned to the right, not only facing Boye, but also carrying the ball under his feet.

Like the matador in the vincta bullring in Madrid, Zhuoyang has no colorful Cape, and the coquettish fake action and position are the same as the matador. Boye is the stupid bull passing by the dancing matador.

Under the inertia, Boyer slipped out for another two meters to stop the car on the turf, which was so humiliating that he almost lost his posture under the indignation.

Looking at Zhuoyang with a sneer, Boye glared and forced him up. He was ready to fight on the court. "Damn yellow monkey, damn Chinaman, you should be hanged like those niggers!" A roar in anger.

Zhuoyang immediately stooped to pick up the football, then reached out to Boyer and called the Norwegian referee, Henning Ovrebo: "Mr. referee."

O'freiber is a bald man with a psychology degree. He rushes up to block the fierce Boyer. The rapid whistle makes people tremble.

Boyer's roar just now was so loud that it was estimated that the bench beside the court could hear it.

The players from both sides came around, the Newcastle man stopped Boyer with a black face, and the madibu man stood beside Zhuoyang, not like a fight at all, but more like waiting for Boyer to come.

Newcastle are disgusted. Half of their starters are black. They are all the "niggers" Boyer said should be hanged. The old players led by Hiller stood in front of Boyer, including Hughes, Bart, given, etc. The rest of them, all of whom are watching coldly, are Boyer's best friend in Newcastle, Keelung Dale.

The picture is very strange. Three or two people of Newcastle are dead to stop Boyer. Referee olfrebo is fumbling for the sign in his buttock pocket. Eleven people of madiburgh are standing opposite to watch their performance. Hiller, if they don't stop them and let Boyer rush over, the goods will be beaten by the madyburg people. They won't even have a chance to fight back.

It's also a political right to crack down on racial discrimination. When there's a conflict on the court, even if you talk about each other's eighteen generations of ancestors, it's not a big problem, but it must not be contaminated with racial discrimination.

Needless to say, the referee showed a red card in the 81st minute of the second half. Boye is still yelling with his feet jumping. This time, he is yelling at referee ovleibo: "FAK! Falk! why？ why？”

Hiller dragged him down, Boyer struggling and shouting, "go to your mother..." Hiller put his hand over his mouth and grabbed him by the neck.

Boyer, that's a big fire! With a flick of his arm, Schiller opened his hand. "Fuck you, I'll go myself." Hiller really wanted to beat him, but he knew that this thing was a jerk. Maybe he really dared to do it with himself. It was so ugly. The team was ugly and ugly. So he had to suppress his anger and escort him.

Passing by Dale, Dale said coldly, "Li, I said I didn't want to hear you say that again."

Boyer shoved Dale aside. "Fuck you, get out of here!"

In fact, the Western swearing vocabulary is very poor. It's just two sentences, which can't be compared with the broad and profound words of the Greater China. However, even without Zhuge Liang's eloquence to scold Wang Lang, Boye's clumsy eloquence was enough to break Dale's friendship with him.

"Well, I'm right?" The old song said to Zhuoyang that he looked like a magic wand.

the dispute took place near the middle line. The referee of orfredbo didn't care Zhuoyang holding the ball with his hand. He punished the Newcastle player Boyer for a non sports moral offence, and the free kick was picked up by madiburg.

The whole Newcastle team was a little distracted by the family's trouble, and no one was nervous at the moment because they had been used to being sticky and slow behind madisburg.

Madeborg is the same, waiting for Zhuoyang to take a walk after the kick-off, but Zhuoyang thinks differently. What's more, there's a cobra that's older and hotter than Chaotianjiao and smoother than loach.

They winked at each other. Seeing that elier understood what they meant, Zhuoyang kicked off the ball and gave it to the Romanian behind them.

Suddenly, the painting changed, Zhuoyang opened the ball and the whole man shot like an arrow from the string, straight to Newcastle forbidden area. Before anyone could react, when he reached the top of his stroke, elier's pass came right to his feet.Zhuoyang's high-speed dribbling is unstoppable. Newcastle's defense is full of holes. The midfield is very confused because Boyer is sent off. The blocking in a hurry always takes half a shot at night. Everyone watches Zhuoyang's roaring phantom rush into the forbidden area.

Newcastle opened his eyes to see Zhuoyang stop the brake and touch the ball with his toes. The two light points are the two changes of direction; opened his eyes to see goalkeeper given lying on the left, Zhuoyang brought the football into the goal from the right.

There was silence in St James' Park. Zhuoyang, who was as slow as a duck playing a snail, finished a mad dog chasing a rabbit in a flash. Everyone was blocked by the sharp contrast.

Only Zhuoyang and elier are celebrating, and only uncle slag is excited like a bear child.

"Zhuo Yang, your grandfather said you are the worst. I didn't believe it at first. Now, I believe it..." At the end of the game, Dale and Zhuoyang exchanged jerseys.

"Where am I broken? It's called... "

"Oh, yes." Dale interrupts Zhuoyang. "After dinner, have a party. I don't want to call extra people. You can take them with you if you like. I'll tell you what a fucking interesting thief is... "

"Go away, just eat, don't play with that..."

In the first leg of the last 16 of the UEFA Cup, mardiburg drew 1-1 at Newcastle. After the game, the fantastic tactics of dregs uncle and Boyer's racial discrimination became the focus of media attention. Of course, no matter how much klopper paints his own tactics, he can't hide the world's attacks on dirtiness, and Boyer just wants to say what no one wants to hear, and no one believes what he says.