Chapter 413 I Didn’t Plan to Lose Face Today

Zhuo Yang stuck out his butt and moved around in the penalty area while shaking his big head and pouting: "Come on, come and grab me. If anyone touches me, I will fall down. Do you dare to bet?"

Shui Ye, Fat Tiger, and Varane broke out in cold sweat: Shameless, so shameless, this man is not here to play football today, he has been playing shamelessly from the beginning.

Asensio failed to shoot, Zhuo Yang beat A Kuan on the right side and took Ding Ding's blind pass, then turned around and started a customized attack.

But it was not peaceful along the way. A Kuan was pestering him like a maggot attached to his bones, and his inability to catch Zhuo Yang prevented him from picking up the speed. Others from Real Madrid also lined up to blow up the bunker, and Zhuo Yang stumbled. I say with my heart that being able to bring football into Real Madrid's penalty area, in Zidane's hometown dialect, is like driving a train with a heifer's crotch - that's awesome.

Once in the penalty area, life was much better. No more kicking, pulling, pinching the waist and pinching the butt. Zhuoyang said directly regardless of the feelings of his old teammates: I won't pay attention to anyone who doesn't pay attention. You know my acting skills best. Just rely on my expression. Bruchy can be moved.

This is so shameless. There is no other way. No one in Real Madrid dares to take risks. They can only form an alliance of tragic people to push Zhuo Yang out bit by bit. Anyway, you will definitely have no chance of shooting. If we can see the sky, even if we lose, there is no need to gamble our lives with you at this point in the game.

"Come on, kick me, it's your grandson."

Shameless, bah!

The score was 3:2. Manchester City's first goal was Zhuo Yang's shameless self-inflicted fraud, assisting Aguero without the ball. The second goal was also an even more shameless villain act to assist DeBraudin, and he even did not hesitate to ask his teammates to support him in the performance.

Are you addicted? I vow to carry out my shamelessness to the end today, right? You don’t need a fairy figure to destroy your image just for a game, right?

"Come on, put your feet down, start your hands."

Pooh! wishful thinking. If Shui Wahu and the other three had dog shit in their mouths at this moment, they would definitely spit in Zhuo Yang's face, even if they were beaten by him afterwards.

I have seen shamelessness, but I have never seen such shamelessness. You deserve to wear Real Madrid number 18. That is the legendary number in the history of our team... a paradox.

Shui Wahu and the other three were unambiguous. Even if they didn't make small moves, they could still make Zhuo Yang not only unable to turn around, but also unable to turn around. He could only twist his big butt towards Shui Ye and the goal behind him to protect him. The ball was pushed out of the penalty area.

Navas was behind Shui Ye and between the goal, constantly stretching his head and neck to spy on the enemy from the gap. His movements resemble those of a wretched thief, and also resemble a fat turtle with big ears.

Using his methods to repay others, Shui Ye strictly guarded Zhongya and his joy did not diminish.

"Lao Zhuo, you're awesome, you cum, you pass, you pass first and then cum, you cum and then...fuck!!"

Zhuoyang suddenly passed the ball and heeled. But there are still legs behind the six legs of Shui Ye. Everyone else in Real Madrid has legs, and the ball knocked out by the heel will definitely be blocked by some damn leg.

However, Zhuo Yang went over the top.

It makes no sense at all. You can pick your toes, rub your feet, and lift your arches, but who has ever seen a thick and stupid heel that can hit an overhead kick?

All Real Madrid people did not expect it. They cannot blame them for their lack of experience, but they have never seen ghosts.

After the game, through the slow playback of the high-speed camera, it can be clearly seen that Zhuoyang first shook the ground with his left foot, causing the football to bounce slightly from the turf, and then the heel of his right foot hit the lower part of the football. Therefore, Newton was relieved that this overhead parabola could still be explained from classical physics.

But why does the football bounce? Newton felt that he wanted to die again. Zhuo Yang is not only shameless, but also not a human being, a gangster who knows martial arts.

The Manchester City players who followed up and outflanked didn't know how Zhuoyang followed up and went over the top, but it didn't matter. The football flew in front of Feiniao's head.

Feiniao didn't know how Zhuoyang, who was surrounded and had his back turned to him, saw his position, but it didn't matter. Feiniao knew exactly what to do at this time.

With explosive power in his waist and abdomen, his front legs arched and his back legs kicked, and his big head thrust forward, Feiniao rushed the football into the left half of the empty goal before Carvajal could.

3:3, Manchester City miraculously equalized.

With two bald heads on the sidelines, Guardiola danced the familiar Catalan yangko, while Zidane's face was as deep as water, as deep as an authentic master of metaphysics. Only the expanding and shrinking nostrils betrayed the anger in his heart.

But Qi Zu was, after all, a natural football master and a natural competition-oriented head coach, and he quickly calmed down from the sharp contrast in anger.

It's not terrible that the score was evened in a bizarre way. The game has reached the 81st minute. Manchester City, who is missing one player and is at a disadvantage in terms of physical fitness and even tactical ability, will still be subject to Real Madrid's overall strength in the following time.

Even if they take 10,000 steps back, Real Madrid are not afraid of overtime at all. The longer the overtime is, the more difficult Manchester City's disadvantage will be to make up for it. If it really goes to overtime, Zidane guarantees that Real Madrid can kick the shit out of Manchester City.

However, one thing is very clear to Qi Zu. He welcomes overtime with both hands, but he must not exchange penalty kicks. Would rather hang himself, would rather lose in overtime, would rather not be a coach and go home to drive a tractor, and would never exchange penalty kicks with Zhuoyang. That is not a sin that human beings deserve.

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Feiniao also scored his first goal in the Champions League final. He was as happy as if he had eaten a magpie egg. If he hadn't held it tightly with his hands, the corners of his mouth would have been pulled up to his ears.

"Lao Zhuo, you...Ganggangdi...I..., hey, I don't have anything to repay you, so I might as well give you a kowtow."

After saying that, he bowed his head and bowed, which almost scared Zhuo Yang to death. I was indeed shameless, but I never expected that Feiniao was not only shameless, but also a slut.

Holding his two elbows to prevent him from moving down, Fei Niao was about to go down. Zhuo Yang had no choice but to use his feet to put him down on the turf, and then asked everyone to press him up.

"Hurry and press for a while. After pressing, we have to continue playing." Zhuo Yang said: "We can't play overtime with Real Madrid."

If there is a tie in 90 minutes and a penalty kick is taken, Zhuoyang will welcome it with arms and legs, but in overtime, Real Madrid will definitely beat the crap out of him. With Manchester City's situation today, it is absolutely impossible to survive overtime.

All Manchester City people are aware of this situation. If there is one less player, the defense must be strengthened. If overtime cannot be played, the offense must be strengthened. Guardiola calls Sterling over and drives him away. He calls Sterling back and drives him away again. It is like a tangle of vines in a bush.

After a brief moment of sadness and joy, Zidane looked forward to overtime with great ambition, while Guardiola desperately racked his brains to find a way to avoid overtime. The two bald gourds were like two polished hammers, shining with wisdom and anxiety. of light.

But there are also Real Madrid players who are not of the same mind as Zidane. At least Cristiano Ronaldo and Bale have no intention of playing overtime.

Cristiano Ronaldo is determined to complete a Champions League hat-trick today and surpass Zhuo Yang. Bale vowed to score the winning goal in front of his hometown brothers and establish Real Madrid's twelfth crown, not for Zidane, but only for Cardiff and Real Madrid.

Cristiano Ronaldo and Bale went crazy, and the two gangsters teamed up to put Manchester City into a dead end.