Chapter 681

Zhuoyang's shoulders are down. When he comes, he needs to weigh Alan Smith first. Step on the right foot to the left, then hit the ball in the opposite direction after the fake movement, and then walk away, dodging Smith's body position in an instant.

That's all. It's not difficult! Zhuo Yangxin said.

This just wants to go to the bottom line under the illness, suddenly, a big thick leg sweeps and comes, has no time to cover the ear to be also domineering full. If Zhuo Yang continues to descend, his left leg will be shoveled, and it is the head-on bone to the head-on bone.

This is a situation of dying together!

It's just the beginning of the fucking game. How much do you hate me? If you want to have a competition with him, you can compare our legs. But Zhuoyang still thinks it's unnecessary. It's not in line with Sun Tzu's art of war. It's mindless to be reckless. In a turn of brain nerve, Zhuoyang did self-protection first.

Taking off his left leg, Alan Smith shoveled the football directly to the south stand. In the cheering sound of Old Trafford, Smith's serious expression flashed a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

two minutes later, Zhuoyang got the ball on the 40 meter line again. Depending on his physical advantage, he relied on Smith's one arm distance to turn his center of gravity to wipe the ball across. However, Smith also used his flexible body shape to paste it up quickly, and the momentum was still fierce. Even Zhuoyang hit his elbow on his chest, which was not painful at all.

So three times, Zhuoyang simply uses his action to stride and put on a crotch to give you two colors to taste. As expected, Smith's face was so ashamed that he spread out his body with a cry. This time, he simply followed Zhuoyang's knee, and it was knee to knee, or the bravery of both losers.

Of course, Zhuoyang can't be mixed with him like this. How precious his knees are! Can you, a blood thirsty English country bumpkin, compete with him? Get out of the way and the football is kicked out by Smith lying on the ground. He didn't have a chance to aim at it and play it again. He just broke it, but the football just flew to Giggs' feet.

After the rapid movement of the keeper, Giggs gave the ball to Ronaldinho on the other side. The Portuguese had to cut the ball in. The rock Dellas failed to keep up with him. Ronaldinho's shot was lifted out of the crossbeam by handanovic.

Zhuoyang is a little frustrated: why is Smith a little like fighting for my life? Don't you have a wife and children? Sir Alex promised you how much funeral expenses you had to hold me to wipe your neck.

after several times of direct confrontation, the situation is the same each time. Alan Smith forces Zhuoyang: come on, hurt each other! Every time Zhuo Yang takes a step back at the last moment. He is not willing to take his artist's body to fight with mud legs. Both of them are lying on the ground after the two pair of feet. Zhuoyang obviously feels that Smith wants to bite his shoes with his teeth. He finally understands that today he met Rand, the mad dog of Manchester United.

Until now, Zhuoyang had been laughing at those opponents who were frightened by Rand. The football counsellor looked down upon people who dare not fight bayonets. It wasn't until he realized Alan Smith's sacrifice that he began to secretly sympathize with those who were frightened and counseled by mad dogs.

Of course, Zhuoyang will never admit that he also counseled. Such a flash made him a little angry.

-- well, let's have a try to see whose legs are hard, who can get out more easily than we can see, who can loosen the accelerator first and turn the steering wheel first is the grandson!

Smith doesn't come to Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang will also go to him specially. For him, the process of the game is not the most important sometimes. When Zhuo Yang, who has made a mistake, faces the football, he doesn't care about the aggressive Smith, especially Smith. Neither of them thought about how to control the damn football, and how to kill the more damned opponent on the other side.

"Bang!"

Smith suffered a great loss in the collision of the spectator's scalp numbness. After all, he was small in weight, but Zhuoyang didn't fall much well, and he wanted to spit blood in his chest. Both of them fell to the ground. Zhuoyang got up first. Although his thigh muscles hurt, he pretended to hook Smith's fingers to the ground as if nothing happened: get up and play.

Smith, of course, was a tough guy. He jumped up with his hands clapped and his legs were soft but he fell again. His thigh hurt as if it had been broken, but the tough guy didn't have any affectation. He turned over again and got up. His face was twisted and forced to bear the pain: that's enough. Let's go on.

It's just that people don't talk too much and no one talks rubbish. Of course, there will be no sympathy at this time. Both of them are full of discontent.

Everyone looks at this situation carefully and clearly. He can't help but give a thumbs up in his heart: second, it's too damn second! Sir Alex Ferguson was helpless for a while, which was not all his original intention. It was a pre match strategy to use Alan Smith's banditry to restrict Zhuoyang, but Ferguson did not expect that Zhuoyang, who has always been cunning and clever, should have such a mind.

-- if the madman doesn't survive, don't all artists love to make mistakes?

How could Sir Alex ever think of getting rid of Zhuoyang on the court? He really hopes that one day Zhuoyang will be able to vote. The old man has YY many times. Zhuoyang will be the last world football player he made before retirement. But now on the field those two neuropathy stab each other who hide from whose grandson, he has no way to stop at all.Uncle slag croop is going to cry. Before he can let it go, he will definitely rush up and scold Zhuoyang. Is there shit in his head? But now how can Zhuoyang make him open his mouth? He knew better than anyone else that once Zhuoyang was stubborn, he could pull nine cows back, only to wait for him to wake up. Before that, all the major principles were air.

Mad dog Rand: Sir, let me up and let me up.

Uncle slag is not a little angry: go, what can you do? fight? Zhuoyang has already started his own fight

the competition is temporarily suspended. Zhuoyang and Smith are both on the sidelines of the court giving air mist to their thighs. While listening to uncle zuoyang's ear, he forces him to talk about how to transfer and knock more. Zhuoyang lifts his thighs and does several reverse stretching actions, which is similar to yoga. But Uncle Li, who taught him these things, called this Wuqinxi. After finishing, I feel that the thigh muscles are much more comfortable. I think it's no big problem.

That Smith is different. He can't do anything. He can't go down without a machine gun on his head. But he's a tough guy. He won't chop when the atomic bomb hits the forehead. Now he's in such a panic with his thigh ache that he doesn't say a word.

After the game started again, Zhuoyang held his breath and wanted to fight with Smith.

Do you really think I'm scared? Bihen? I have bitten off other people's ears in primary school. To put it bluntly, you are just like that little punk bernois, playing a bad life! I'm more than my life, and I care about the big thing Wait Bernova A bad life??

Zhuoyang is never lack of blood, but he is not lack of reason.