Vol 4 Chapter 934: Zhuo He silently moves forward

The newest website: "Shabi! Big Shabi!" Grandpa Mo jumped up in the locker room and cursed: "I've never seen your pen before."
Not only the silent grandfather, when Lamela finished explaining what he had just said to Zhuo Yang, all teammates and coaches thought he was a stupid.
But by this time, Lamela still felt wronged. He intended to express kindness with Zhuo Yang, which belonged to familiar intimacy. After all, emotional intelligence and football are not the same way of genius.
"I saw you joking with him like that... You can say it, why can't I say it?"
Grandpa Mo was angrily laughed on the spot, he couldn't figure out that a person's ability to understand humanity and sophistication could be as low as a negative number.
"I can still get on him, do you want to try?" Grandpa Mo said, "What is the relationship between Zhuo Yang and I? Can you compare with me? Zhuo Yang is the godfather of my second girl. I will go to China. Dad regards me as his own son. Are you comparing me to me?"
Grandpa Mo continued to have a close relationship with Versailles: "I'm going to Cheshire, Zhuo Yang's daughter-in-law can chat with me in pajamas, can you compare with me?"
There was envy and fascination in the eyes of the spurs, including Pochettino.
"...Help me explain to him, I really didn't..." Lamela said.
Uncle Bo saw that the Oolong wasn't very easy to clean up, so he stood up to make a round. The only Argentine in the team, the fellow had to protect the fellow. "Lao Mo, Eric is not such a person usually. If you have no intentions, you can explain it to Zhuo Yang."
Eric Lamela does have no precedent for racial discrimination. There are many bad people in Argentina, but Lamela is not among them. He is just showy.
"I'm his father? I'll explain it to him? Bo Sir, I'm unlucky to be a teammate with this kind of guy, otherwise I don't need Zhuo Yang to do it. I will be the first to hammer him to death."
My grandfather's ambition is to be in politics. Over the years, he has been hypocritically raising his expectations, showing others in the image of a loyal and loyal elder. But at this moment, the evil tiger with a fierce look reminded the Tottenham locker room that he had a fierce reputation in the rivers and lakes.
In the dark football legends, in the Manchester United dressing room, Grandpa Mo beat Anderson in front of Ferguson, knocking people stunned to the ground.
Not to mention ordinary people, this feat can't be done even if it is ruthless, Sir Ferguson is fake? And it's not far away. In 2009, it was closer than Tottenham's previous championship.
"Change. Change him. As long as you play against Zhuo Yang in the future, don't let him play, and you can't sit on the bench."
"Isn't it, Zhuo Yang is so careful..."
"Who are you talking about?" Grandpa Mo glared at Uncle Bo, then turned his head and continued to reprimand Lamela: "You weigh yourself, dare to show up in the second half, Zhuo Yang must reasonably and legally abandon you, the kind of wheelchair in the second half of your life. Waste. Don't blame me for not reminding me when I look back."
"Wipe up the yourself, otherwise you don't need to say hello to Zhuo Yang. There are a large number of people on the court rushing to abolish you, and you can't hide it."
"I..." Lamela played pretty well, and his personality was a bit addictive, and he often couldn't help but make unreasonable troubles, but once it really caused things, he became very embarrassed.
There is absolutely no irony about Ronaldo here, please don't make imaginations.
"Hey—" Uncle Bo sighed, "Then change it."
Spurs played well overall in the first half, and Lamela's performance was the best among these good ones, but the competitive Uncle Bo felt a little bit painful for him.
It’s okay on the court, but Sun Xingmin, who has never had a status in the locker room, beamed his eyes: Go on me, come on me...
The ever-confident Korean media will hype the East Asian Derby every time they go to Manchester City and Tottenham. This time is no exception. The mighty hundreds of people have long expected Sun Ge to single out Zhuo Yang today.
Uncle Bo looked over, and Sun Ge immediately tightened his stockings consciously.
"Chris, come in."
Sun Xingyun: "..."
Christian Eriksson: "Received."
Brother Sun's socks were all pulled to the crotch. Like the flexibility.
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"Strike! Let's strike." Guardiola yelled from the visiting team's locker room with a sharp throat: "Oh, fuck, give me this for Lao Tzu, racism, courage is too fat."
"Let’s strike! Resolutely protest! Strong condemnation! Express strong indignation! Let the FA sentence him to a lifetime ban, and let the FA sentence Tottenham 0:3."
Zhuo Yang: "..." Laogua's excitement may be more 0:3 than justice.
The Manchester City people collectively couldn't figure out that there are still people racially discriminating against Zhuo Yang these days? It’s always only Dad who discriminates against others, OK?
Zhuo Yang is the facade of Manchester City. If you can't figure it out, you don't want to. The humiliation of the facade is like being splashed with at the door of the house, but a man can't bear it.
"It's a terrible thing—" Debuxi let out a weird cry, and took the lead to rush out. The Brazilian gang followed closely, and the others didn't slow down much. The old and young men are not limited to chairs, cups, milk jugs, towels, shower gels, and other lethal weapons in their hands.
"Stop—" Zhuo Yang was helpless. He was insulted for no reason, but he had to coax the bears, including Guardiola, who was not worried.
Like the silent grandfather in the locker room next door, Zhuo Yang had to worry about something he shouldn't worry about. Alas — it’s not that the years are quiet, but someone is carrying the weight for you.
"Who are you playing? What kind of games are you playing? Isn't it okay to be mature? Football is not about fighting and killing, it's human beings."
"Whether the game should be played or played, we should be responsible to the fans on the spot, and to the audience watching TV and webcasts all over the world. We are all gentlemen, and we must be virtuous when we do things. Don't worry about it, and I will give him up in the second half. Legs, let him sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."
Manchester City soldiers praised the Sven Zhuo Yang.
Very hypocritical, not Zhuo Yang. Except for a few that are true, the indignation and impulse shown by most people in Manchester are to express their stance at the right time.
But this is human nature. It is normal. When everyone is burning and pretending to be burning, don't stand up and say justice, because what you call justice is just your own self-righteous justice, not collective justice.
Therefore, Zhuo Yang is also a kind person. He endured humiliation and persuaded everyone to take advantage of the donkey. Otherwise, he would just sit there and get sulking, and see how these yelling people end up.
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The acting was a full set and the intermission was over. When the group of Manchester City went out from the aisle, their eyes were still staring at Tottenham and searching for Lamela like a radar.
Grandpa Mo impatiently "go away and go away" to blast the people away, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com went straight to Zhuo Yang and grabbed his shoulders.
"Brother, that's the case. That guy is a stupid..."
After listening to Grandpa Mo's explanation, Zhuo Yang couldn't laugh or cry. He really didn't expect such a weird racial discrimination.
"Oh, co-authoring me is for nothing?"
"You got it, what a big deal. You have to care about a fool and shame your identity. He won't go in the second half, and will avoid you in the future. When I turn back, I will let him give an explanation. Just let it go. "
"Well, you stinky German, a good hand with mud, you are a maggot of Lower Saxony..."
Jesus next to him just sounded real, and his eyes suddenly became cold.
Zhuo Yang was alert and warned Shun Liu loudly: "Do you dare to learn to speak with me, I will kill you."
Lamela is not the only person who is good at brain show in football, and it is not only Tottenham.