Chapter 589

Zhuoyang's acquiescence to and even encouragement of rigbert song's wanton involvement on the court throughout the season are in the eyes of dregs uncle klopper. Although Zhuo Yang did a good job for Song Dynasty, in Uncle slag's opinion, it would be better if he didn't wipe his ass.

Moreover, old song privately visited Zhuoyang and got some kind of commitment from Zhuoyang, which was also known by Uncle slag. It's not a shameful thing. Neither Zhuoyang nor Lao song wanted to hide it from others. To be honest, dregs uncle to Zhuoyang's behavior in the mind has the opinion, because to the team tactical discipline intervention, Zhuoyang obviously crossed the boundary, that can only be the klopper own right.

But dregs uncle also cannot say Zhuoyang, because his captain's performance is really too excellent, it is no exaggeration to say, Zhuoyang only by one's own strength to promote madibao from a relegation team to the championship contender. In this case, I will go to find fault with Zhuoyang again. I'm not sensible. And the coach and the team's star players how to get along is also a great knowledge, dregs uncle is very careful in these aspects, he is sure Zhuoyang must have the privilege in the team.

So at the moment, Lao song carries Zhuoyang out, and uncle slag is naturally furious. In his opinion, it's not only Lao song's attempt to use Zhuoyang to oppress him, but it's also obvious that he means to provoke the relationship between Zhuoyang and Zhuoyang. Uncle slag can't tolerate it at all.

"Zhuoyang's promise to you is only for him, not for the whole team, not for my tactical arrangement. And remember, rigbert, you should thank Zhuoyang, not push Zhuoyang to the front to block your arrow. You can't use Zhuoyang as an excuse to let Zhuoyang pay for your mistake. " Uncle slag's words are directed at the people's heart.

Uncle slag said so badly that old song couldn't hang on his face: "chlop, why do you need to bury people like this? Of course, I will remember what Zhuoyang has done in my mind. You don't need to remind me. And you should also thank Zhuoyang. Without his efforts on the court, you are not bullshit. "

In this way, the two people's words changed from arguing to quarreling, and from quarreling to personal attack. In the corridor in front of the blue building, the smell of gunpowder is more and more strong.

One is a young and vigorous star coach, and the other is a hot tempered senior old Jianghu man. Neither of them can control the other. They scold and scold each other. They can only put down cruel words on their anger.

"Rigbert, get the fuck out of here and report to team B. the first team won't have your place again." Uncle slag points Lao song with his fingers.

"I'll go to your mother's, what are you, and distribute it to your father and me? When Dad and I became famous in the Jianghu, you little punk gave his mother a lick to the main players in the class B team Old song stabbed his fingers into uncle slag's eyes.

"Well, you can go to U19 for me now, and show your old qualifications there. Before the contract expires, you don't have to think about coming back, and see how I have abandoned you." It's true that song's contract has more than two years to go. If you really want enough time in U19, song will be abandoned. It's better to retire immediately.

"I beat your mother!" The old song dynasty pushed uncle slag to sit on the porch stool with a few stones in his chest.

Uncle Zha is such a nice person. He splashed and smashed the cup in his hand. Pang Dahai and wolfberry made song look all over. Fortunately, the water was warm. This is the Chinese health formula recommended by Zhuo Yang, especially suitable for middle-aged people.

Then the two men began to tear up, but when they got angry, they didn't lose their senses completely. They just tangled up and did not really fight.

In recent days, spring cleaning is underway on the peninsula. Basically, all the staff are busy sweeping and filling in the forest or the Bank of the river. There is no one in front of the blue building. If it wasn't for the relative seclusion here, uncle slag and Lao song would not choose to show their cards here.

"I warn you to let me go..."

"Don't let it go, you move me to try..."

The two men twisted their mouths and fired at each other for days. No one wanted to start first, and no one wanted to let go first. At this moment, there was an acute son who could fight. Maybe he could beat them up in anger.

Acute son did not, first saw two old not serious in tear force is Freeman and Bertram two cleaners uncle, they are carrying excrement rake and big broom to go to the logistics warehouse in the blue building, but suddenly found the two gods on the peninsula to fight.

Frightened, the two uncles quickly dropped their tools and pulled one by one. "Two, two gentlemen, if you have something to say, don't fight..."

That's the way people are. Originally, two people who are not iron hearted and want to fight each other will shoot each other. If no one pays attention to them, they will feel bored after a while, even if they scold and scold. But if someone comes to pull it, it will be bad. No one can get off the stage. It's shameless not to start.

The two cleaners are different from the two big immortals in their internal status. They dare not do anything hard. They haven't talked about a lot of good words, and they don't fight the shameless old song "pa!" I slapped uncle slag.

Let's go!

Two strong men over 30 years old, in a twinkling of an eye, were shaking their fists all over the sky. The two cleaners couldn't even distinguish each other. Let alone pull a shelf. They accidentally got two more blows.

The old song dynasty was very good at fighting, and zuoshu was not good at stubble. The old song dynasty had great strength, and zuoshu had three abuses. The old song dynasty had eight fists, and zuoshu was a shrew."Brent, you go on, I'll call." Another inexplicable two punches, chicken thief's Freeman for fear of being splashed with blood, hurriedly pulled out, ran to the team training place.

"Captain Zhuo, fight Fight Fighting... "

Zhuoyang and his group rushed to the battlefield to have a look: I'm a mother!

Uncle Zha dances with a phoenix wing gilded dung rake, and the old song dynasty launches a golden Zaoyang broom to fight for 300 rounds. One is like a dragon coming out of the water and the other is like a tiger going down the mountain. The air around them seems to be thin.

Look at the other two. Uncle slag's glasses are long gone. Two black circles look like Panpan's mother. His nose is askew, his mouth is askew, his face is either green or red. There is a tooth mark on his cheek. I don't know how to bite them.

Old song was not much better. His face was scratched by Uncle Zha. The blood marks were horizontal and vertical. The sleeves of his clothes were torn off. A good Armani became an old shoulder. There was a mass of phlegm or snot in his golden hair.

Uncle Brent, the cleaner, was sitting on the ground not far away with six or seven shoe prints on his overalls.

Stop Zhuoyang has a big drink!

Who cares for him! The two fierce generals are in the middle of a fight, and the two swords are in a state of chaos. They don't listen to the things outside the window, and they only fight against immortals.

What the fuck? If it's true that swords, spears, swords and halberds can rush in and get into the white blade with empty hands, but these two peerless magic soldiers are flying in the sky. If they are not careful, they will be the disaster of shit and light.

A glance left and right, the first floor of the toilet door stood a babaotuolong rotten mop. Step on the mat, twist your waist, fly away, stretch out your toes, and hold the handle in your hand.

Zhuo Yang sang loudly: "up! Don't be so crazy, come here, move - guy! "