Chapter 200: A Dog Chases a Rabbit - A Thin Draw

Lee Bowyer, who has been bullied by Zhuo Yang's words, has already suppressed his anger. He is not a good person in the first place, and his reputation as the Premier League's number one villain is by no means a waste.

"Just like you, you can scare elementary school students. With you, the Big Magpie (Newcastle) has lowered its IQ level." Zhuo Yang kept talking.

"Fuck you!!" After finally regaining his breath, Bowyer blurted out an angry curse. Seeing Zhuo Yang turning around with the ball and about to leave, he immediately made a flying tackle from behind, his feet all off the ground, his silver spikes shining brightly. The target was not the ball at all, it was aimed directly at Zhuoyang's calves and knees.

Zhuoyang was deliberately trying to arouse Bowyer's anger, and was certainly prepared for his sudden outburst. Seeing Bowyer's move, Zhuo Yang first feinted to the left, then immediately retreated to the right, and turned around. Not only was he facing Bowyer, he was still carrying the ball at his feet.

Just like the bullfighter at the Vensta Bullring in Madrid, Zhuo Yang did not have a colorful cape. His coquettish feints and moves were exactly the same as those of the matador. Bowyer was the one who passed by the dancing matador. Stupid cow.

Due to the inertia, Bowyer slid another two meters before stopping the car on the turf. It was so embarrassing that he almost lost his balance in shame and anger.

Seeing Zhuoyang's sarcastic face, Bowyer stared at him and pressed forward. He was already ready for a fight on the court. "Damn yellow-skinned monkey, damn Chinaman, you and those niggas should all be hanged!" roared in anger.

Zhuoyang immediately bent down and picked up the football, then pointed at Bowyer and called the Norwegian referee Herning Ofrebo: "Mr. Referee."

Ofrebo is a bald and sturdy man with a degree in psychology. He rushed up to block the menacing Bowyer, and his rapid whistle was so loud that people were frightened.

Bowyer's roar just now was so loud that it could be heard by the bench on the sidelines.

Players from both sides gathered around. The Newcastle people blocked Bowyer with a dark face, while the Madiburg people stood beside Zhuoyang. It didn't look like they were trying to start a fight, but more like waiting for Bowyer to rush over.

The people of Newcastle are very disgusted. Half of their starting team are black, and they are all "niggers" who Bowyer said should be hanged. The veteran players headed by Shearer stood in front of Bowyer, including Hughes, Butt, Given and others. The remaining few people all stood by and watched, including Bowyer's best friend in Newcastle, Kieron Dyer.

The scene was very strange. Three or two players from Newcastle were desperately trying to stop Bowyer, referee Ovrebo was groping for the sign in his butt pocket, and eleven people from Madiburg stood neatly opposite and watched their performance. If Shearer and the others didn't stop him and allowed Bowyer to rush over, this guy would definitely be beaten by the Madiburg crowd without even a chance to fight back.

Strictly cracking down on racial discrimination is actually a form of political correctness. If there is a conflict on the court, it won't be a big deal even if you talk about the opponent's eighteen generations of ancestors, but it must not be contaminated by racial discrimination.

There is nothing to say. In the 81st minute of the second half, the referee showed a red card. Bowyer jumped to his feet and still roared, this time directed at the referee Ofrebo: "Fake! Fake! Why? Why?"

Hiller dragged him down, and while struggling, Bowyer shouted: "Fuck you..." Hiller covered his mouth, clamped his neck and carried him down.

Bowyer is so hot! He swung his arm away from Hiller's hand and said, "Fuck you, I can leave on my own." Hiller really wanted to beat him, but he knew that this guy was a fool, and he might actually dare to fight with him. That would be too much. It was ugly, the team was ugly and he was ugly, so he could only suppress his anger and escort him.

When passing by Dyer, Dyer said coldly: "Li, I said I don't want to hear you say that again."

Bowyer pushed Dyer aside with a palm: "Fuck you, get out of here!"

In fact, Westerners have a very poor vocabulary for swearing. They only have a few words over and over again, which cannot be compared with the profound and profound rhetoric of Greater China. However, even without Zhuge Liang's eloquence in scolding Wang Lang to death,

Bowyer's clumsy rhetoric was enough to ruin Dyer's friendship with him.

"How about it, am I right?" Lao Song said to Zhuo Yang, with a silent expression like a magic stick.

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The dispute occurred near the midline. Referee Ofrebo ignored Zhuo Yang's hand to hold the ball and punished Newcastle player Bowyer for an unsportsmanlike foul. Madibao took an indirect free kick.

The whole Newcastle team was a little distracted when their own family made such a fuss. In addition, they were already accustomed to following Madiburg in a slim and slow manner, so no one became nervous at this moment.

The same goes for Madibao. They were all waiting for Zhuo Yang to return the kick and everyone would take a walk, but Zhuo Yang thought differently. There was also a cobra who was more sophisticated than a Chaotian pepper and slippery than a loach.

The two of them winked at each other, and seeing that Ilie understood what he meant, Zhuoyang kicked the ball and knocked it to the Romanian behind him.

Suddenly, the style of the game suddenly changed. After Zhuo Yang kicked the ball, he shot out like an arrow from the string, heading straight towards the Newcastle penalty area. Before anyone could react, and when he raised his speed to the highest stroke, Illie's pass happened to reach his feet.

Zhuoyang's high-speed dribbling is unstoppable. Newcastle's defense is full of loopholes. The midfielder's position was very chaotic because Bowyer was sent off. The interception in a hurry always takes half a shot at night. Everyone watched Zhuoyang howl. The phantom rushed into the restricted area.

The Newcastle man opened his eyes and watched Zhuoyang stop suddenly and touch the ball with his toe. Two taps meant two changes of direction. He opened his eyes and watched goalkeeper Given being left lying on the left, and Zhuoyang brought the football into the goal from the right.

There was silence in the St. James Park stadium. Zhuo Yang, who was as slow as a duck playing with a snail a moment ago, completed it as fast as a mad dog chasing a rabbit. Everyone was silenced by this strong contrast.

Only Zhuoyang and Yilie were celebrating, and only Uncle Zha off the court was as excited as a naughty kid.

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"Zhuoyang, your grandpa Mo said you were the worst. I didn't believe it at first, but now, I believe it..." At the end of the game, Dyer and Zhuoyang exchanged jerseys.

"How could I be broken? That's called..."

"Hey, that's right." Dyer interrupted Zhuoyang. "Let's have a party after dinner. I won't call any extra people. If you see who you like, just bring them along. I'll tell you if you're interested..."

"Gungungun, just eat, don't play that..."

In the first leg of the UEFA Cup round of 16, Madiburg drew a bizarre 1:1 away draw with Newcastle. After the game, Uncle Zha's bizarre tactics and Bowyer's racial discrimination became the focus of media attention. Of course, no matter how much Klopp paints his tactics, he can't hide the world's criticism of the dirty, and no matter what Bowyer wants to say, no one wants to listen, and no one believes what he says.