Chapter 848

The whole world slowed down at this moment, and everyone was watching the attack and defense between the two kings. Just like the slow lens of high speed photography, the movements of two people are exquisite.

Zhuoyang's right foot and wrists were shaking slightly, and he could see his shoelaces fluttering. Holding the football gently and leaning outwards, Ronaldinho is like a runaway sled, slowly passing by Zhuoyang's toes. Zhuoyang lowers his head, Ronaldinho looks up to the sky, and the eyes of the two meet at this moment.

Zhuoyang, I need this win, I need this champion. I have led the team in the League for two consecutive titles. If I win this championship, dream team 2 will be built. My Barcelona dream team 2 will be built.

Ronnie, your Barca should have won the championship. You're better. But God gave me the chance. I can't give up. I also need this champion. This is my last game in madisburg. I want to leave this trophy to the people who love me, because I am their king.

Zhuoyang, I also want to win the world cup for my Brazil.

Ronnie, I don't have a world cup. The Champions League is my world cup. I wish you the best. Go and win the world cup. This one, I stayed.

Zhuoyang, I don't want to be a king. I just want to get my name back. I don't want to be called Xiao Luo all my life. Only when I surpass that person can others call me Ronaldo and that person Da Luo or Lao Luo. I want my name back.

Ronnie, you're the king, the king of Camp Nou. You're just as great as that guy because you're leading Barcelona back up and he's never done it. The name is just a symbol. Your name will make the successor only match Xiao Luo, or a Luo B Luo c Luo.

-- Zhuoyang, if I can fight with you, how nice!

Ronnie, I'm eager to be a teammate with you. My intuition, there will be that day.

Zhuo Yang, would you like to be the godfather of ruo'ang?

Ronnie, you know I'm an atheist. If that's OK, then I do.

Ronaldinho closed his eyes as he slipped away from Zhuoyang. The two players are experts of the same level. Ronaldinho is very clear in his mind what kind of shooting action Zhuoyang will take, and also knows that Valdes will never have a chance to block.

Maybe that's the destiny. In the first step of my way to seal the king, Zhuo Yang cut me off. That's the destiny. It's said that the Chinese believe this too. I don't know what Zhuo Yang's destiny is.

-- it doesn't matter if Xiao Luo is Xiao Luo. Is my persistence still useful? Maybe I do look good. It's the real me to drink, pick up girls, and dance samba.

Zhuoyang used his right foot to kick an arc, which was higher than half of Valdes. Even if he piled two of them together, he could not reach the ball. At the end of the short trip, football plummeted into the top left corner of the goal.

At the moment of football's introduction, the camera lens returns to normal playing speed, and the whole world boils at this moment. Zhuoyang roared ferociously towards pengpeng Luis like a wild animal. The Brazilian youth with split eyes and canthus suddenly collided with him and hugged him. Ten players of madibu all hugged each other hysterically, screaming and screaming like a group of high spirits.

Dregs the uncle to be able to control oneself at all under the field, continuously three lightsome somersaults, he is like the gymnastics girl in the cheerleading team.

Zhuoyang ran down the track of the French stadium with his pompous head. As they ran, they waved their jerseys. The top half of their skin and flesh was shining greasy and holy under the night light. At this moment, Zhuoyang wanted to cry and pengpeng wanted to laugh.

Many years later, still in this city, pengpeng will officially retire that day, he thought of the Champions League final many years ago. That day, Peng Peng said to Zhuoyang.

"Lao Zhuo, I have been with you since I started playing football. Now I will retire and be with you again. When are you going to retire, old Zhuo? Let's play all over the world. "

"Pengpeng, I have one last thing to do. I'll leave when I'm done. You go to repair your island. After retirement, I will take your sister-in-law and children to live in the first half of the year. "

"Well, I'm waiting for you."

it seems that in order to make up for the slow flow of the time just now, the time mending stage is fast passing, especially for the Barcelona people. Looking at the other ten big men of madibao, who were all tied up there, bowed down and waited for them to come, Barca people were worried.

Until the long whistle sounded, their faces did not unfold. Madeborg lost the game, but eventually became the champion 3-2. Ronaldinho showed the highest level of his career, shining in 90 minutes, but not scoring. Zhuoyang was mediocre as a Chinese player, but he scored two goals.

It wasn't Zhuoyang, Gomez, pomp, Edmund, but the God in the dark, the invisible hand that defeated Barcelona.

Without the European Championship, dream team 2 can't really dream. Barcelona has won numerous titles in the Spanish League in the long history, and has long suppressed the old rival Real Madrid. However, there is only one dream team, because they have only one big ear cup of the Champions League.Now the trophy is held high by Zhuoyang. When he hugs Beckenbauer, his Majesty's pores are joyful. Zhuoyang was selected as the best player on the spot in the 2005-06 Champions League final. Even though his performance was far from Ronaldinho, he was the champion. Even though Zhuoyang's performance was not even as good as Eto'o, he won at madibu. Even though he passed threat ball successfully, he scored two goals.

The king of madibao was crowned at the French stadium.

As for the best player and striker of the Champions League season, there is no doubt about it, but it will not be until Monaco in August.

Dregs uncle klopper is thrown high by the players, again and again weightlessness and soaring, let Mr klopper suddenly open the dust laden childhood memory for many years, that is the father and his game. His father's warm hands made him feel safe, and he didn't worry about not being caught, just like today.

Although there are many hands today, and none of them are just dad's, Jurgen klopper still thinks of dad. Tears fell down the edge of the black frame glasses. When the dads put him back on the ground, uncle slag was already crying like no one else.

The celebrations of the madyburgs lasted all night, but one of them did not attend. He left the team early.

This night, in room 2046 of Paris Saint Denis hotel near the Seine River, the solid and unique mechanism beech wood carved double bed collapsed in the bedroom, and four connecting bolts between the boards and frames were severely shaken and twisted for a long time.

The guests in the room were Mario groans Gomez and Hannah groans Sylvia.