Chapter 234 Schwein Turns Against Him and Wants to Kill Him

I really like it here. If it were not for my football dream, I would never leave Madiburg.

My little pig Bastian Schweinsteiger spent the best football career here, met the most beautiful football and the best brothers here.

I don’t know how many times I have returned to Victor Stadium in my dreams, fighting side by side with my brothers, and being invincible with Zhuoyang. I don’t know if there will be a chance to reunite again in this life.

I also like Bayern Munich. This has always been my dream, but I don’t like the overly exaggerated struggle for power here. Even though Ballack and Kahn are both good people, I don’t like them like this. Madiburg does not. These things, not only us Six Musketeers, but all of us are like brothers.

I am only 21 years old this year, but trying to balance the factional struggles in the Bayern team has consumed so many brain cells that gray hair has sprouted on my temples. I feel much older. But Zhuoyang looked younger. He looked like my brother, no, he was almost as young as my son.

Zhuoyang has become the real king here, he doesn't need to spend energy to balance anything, his football is still as happy as ever, it's strange that he is a slut who is not young. Really, I'm a little jealous of Zhuoyang.

Everything here is something I will never forget. The days I spent with Zhuo Yang changed my life and my football. He was always cunning and very lovable. Most of the mutual communication codes we invented during training were created by him, and they are very useful during games. The second division league is nothing. These short and clear code words in last year's UEFA Cup made the six of us have a tacit understanding. We are all like eyes in the back of our heads. Zhuoyang's head is really good!

If I were given another chance to choose, would I leave Madiburg? I think we will still leave. Being together will interfere with each other's development and cause competition, which is not beautiful. Just like Zhuoyang helped me get rid of Hargreaves, it is because that unlucky guy interfered with my future. .

Speaking of which, Zhuo Yang is really interesting, and he doesn't hesitate to do things that hurt his character. Should I thank him? Of course not, who makes him my brother!

If I will get many honors in my football career, but I think I have already received the greatest honor, that is my brother. Being able to become brothers with Zhuo Yang and the five of them is the greatest honor of my little pig Bastian Schweinsteiger's life.

My forever Madibao, my forever Six Musketeers, and my forever brother.

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"Little Pig, go up and hand Zhuoyang to me." Barak's command through gritted teeth interrupted Little Pig's thoughts.

Balak has no choice: in order to 'separate' Zhuoyang,

He and Xiaozhu were dragged into the backcourt by Zhuo Yang. Zhuo Yang was too cunning, like an evil goblin. He would rather accomplish nothing than leave himself and Xiaozhu here, unable to take a step forward.

Bayern separated Zhuoyang, and Zhuoyang also separated Ballack and Xiaozhu.

Without the threading and linking of Ballack and Xiaozhu on the line of fire, no matter how vigorous the two sides are, it will be thunder but no rain. But Zhuo Yang's position in this fatal position made neither Bazhu nor Bazhu dare to take it lightly. Who knows if he would suddenly do weird things with his demonic aura. After all, the little pig he was most familiar with also started to touch him. Not allowed anymore.

Balak was cruel and decisively asked Xiaozhu to go up to support the front line, leaving himself and Zhuoyang Duizi behind. I have to say, Barak is really a very responsible person.

Zhuoyang is no longer what he used to be. Not to mention the FA Cup a few years ago, the two teams have improved by leaps and bounds compared with the league last year. Ballack knows in his heart that he is not sure that he can handle Zhuoyang alone. Now put Xiaozhu up there. Once he makes a mistake in tracking Zhuoyang, he will definitely become the sinner of the whole team and become a good material for the enemies to take the opportunity to criticize him verbally, but Ballack did it anyway. He would rather bear the notoriety, but also strive to clear the offensive clouds for the team.

Xiaozhu has a very high IQ and a high football quotient. He understands the risks that Ballack takes in making this decision. He can't help but admire Ballack in his heart: He is worthy of being the captain of the national team. His responsibility and courage are indeed worthy of everyone's following.

Without being pretentious, Xiaozhu nodded solemnly: "Copy that, Captain Bas, take a look at mine." At the same time, he gave Ballack a thumbs up. Ballack is the captain of the German national team, not the captain of Bayern. It is inappropriate to call him "Basketball" here. It might arouse Kahn's worries, but the piggy still screamed like this.

The effect of Xiaozhu's step forward was immediate. The two wings no longer rushed and killed with black heads, but were organically connected, forming an endless flow on the field. Xiaozhu's strategizing skills are very good in itself, and his personal abilities are very comprehensive. This immediately puts Khedira and Rand in a tight spot. They have to help defend and support the wings, and also block Xiaozhu's scolding direction. Qiu, to be honest, even if I am not mediocre, I am still a little embarrassed.

But Zhuo Yang also began to find gaps in the separation. He could also sort out his own offensive. Ballack could no longer block him by himself.

In this way, both sides gritted their teeth and persisted, competing to see who could find the opportunity first, who could seize the opportunity first, and who had a tough life. In the end, it was Bayern Munich and Xiaozhu who were the first to discover the light.

Xiaozhu first gave a direct pass from the left, allowing Ze Roberto to reach the bottom line in one breath. Madibao's entire defense line naturally tilted to the left. After trying to return the ball, Xiaozhu bumped Rand away with his shoulder, then took two steps horizontally and handed the football to Sagnol on the edge. He also followed to the right, and Madiburg's defense line moved again.

When he wanted to return the ball, he dunked Khedira and then handed it to Lizarazu, who followed him to the left. Repeatedly, Madibao's defense gradually began to loosen, and it was somewhat difficult to keep up.

Seeing the opportunity, Xiaozhu suddenly stopped the horizontal contact, took the ball directly and rushed towards the penalty area. His unruly play completely disrupted Madiburg's already highly tense and tired back line. All four of Depongewe's generals were restrained by their opponents, and no one could advance. Xiaozhu had already grasped the timing on the offensive end. top notch.

In a panic, he hurriedly made up his position. When Pengpeng came forward, the situation was more favorable to Xiaozhu. At this time, he either pushed diagonally to Ma Kai who was in the air, or passed straight to Pizarro who turned to fight offside, or even simply pushed himself. Long-range shots are all very good opportunities, and they are all very certain.

There are many Madibao fans who know football, and there were exclaims in the stands. Uncle Zha was so nervous that he held his breath.

If this goal is scored, it will already be 80 minutes. With Bayern Munich's overall strength, Madibao's chances are slim.

At the critical moment, the piggy will make a choice within a second, and no matter which choice it makes, Madiburg will be in disaster. No one could stop him. Pengpeng was one step away, and Zhuoyang was still five meters behind the piggy.

"Back kid!" Suddenly, Xiaozhu heard a familiar call, and his conditioned reflex immediately changed from pushing to pulling. He kicked the football behind him with his heel and passed it accurately to Zhuo Yang's right foot.

"Little pig, I love you!"