Vol 2 Chapter 23: Who the **** are you dad

Lion King Lao Song didn't take advantage of Koolyan Kohler in an entire game today, and was often lost by Czech center's flexible running position. Of course, the two of them could hardly touch Koller's light, not to mention that Old Song was much shorter than him, but once that tendon flesh crashed into a male rhinoceros.
Kohler bullied the Lion King with his height and consciousness of running position, while Rigbet Lao Song took advantage of his muscles and strength. Later, Jan Kohler was a little bit scared, and began to be timid and hardened. Old Song is really amazing, he is the first defender in the world that can make Big Mac Jane Kohler afraid.
The Lion King suffocated his stomach early, and saw the football fly backwards, and he screamed in full vigor and sympathy: "I-------!!!"
The first is to frighten opponents, Lao Tzu is bound to win. Second, let my teammates know not to rob me. Punta Luis and Ibisevich, who happened to be around him, originally wanted to grab this point together. Hearing Lao Song's voice, he immediately played a clever game and turned to keep Eva Nielsen and Medel aside. Everything was left to Lao Song to settle.
This time, forced to return to the restricted area to participate in the high-ball defense Jan Kohler had to gritt his teeth and Song Lion King one-on-one heads-up. I saw two giant axes rising from the ground at the same time, like two mountains colliding violently. Old Song was out, but Kohler was guilty in his heart. He felt like he was shot by a granite door, and his lungs were about to shake out of his mouth.
Two meters and two Jan Koller fell flatly and fell down, the lion king old song gold hair head almost hit the football.
If the ball is not scored again, then there will be no reason, and the eighteenth generation of the old Song Zu did not do anything harmful to the sky. The golden lion king broke through the door, and the golden lion king landed on the ground. Immediately, Lao Song snarled at Giant Yang who was lying on the ground: "Fuck, I'm exhausting your father and me!"
As a well-known figure in international football, Kohler could not bear the anger, and he turned and climbed up: "Mom's father who forced you?"
"Mom, I'm your dad!" The hands of the two of them caught on the other's neck.
Zhuo Yang rushed forward and broke Jan Kohler's hand away: "You let me go!" Blatantly pulled the frame.
As a result, the people of Fort Mady did not care about the celebration, and the Dortmund people did not care about the mourning, and they all gathered around to pull up and prepare to fight.
Who is afraid of who? Don't look at the young players in Fort Maddie, but they have already been taken by the six Musketeers one by one. They don't know how to respect the seniors. Besides, small to small, but much larger than the other. Raised the seedlings, rolled arms and sleeves, all looked like cockfighting.
"Let go! You let me go!"
"You try it with me!"
"Great age, come, come!"
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Zhuo Yang didn't do it, of course everyone just screamed. Dortmund is not a good stubborn person, and the world is so sturdy, so no one wants to shoot first. A bunch of mouths and guns shoved around, arrogantly profanely swearing, and vaguely heard the most central car crowd.
"Who are you dad?"
"I am your father!"
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Pulling the two coaches and the referee so anxiously, I was afraid that they would really fight. The head referee who saw Khan on the tip of his head with a sloppy nose simply ignored it, first signaled that the goal was effective, and then immediately blew the final whistle, and did not turn back and went away with the sideline value.
If you love fucking, just hit it, and it’s okay to hit the dog’s brain.
In fact, the generals of both sides did not think of performing a full martial arts fight. It was nothing to fight, and no one could fall off the punishment afterwards, but this would not be able to admit it first. It was very faceless.
The two captains glared at each other, and Warnes shouted at Zhuo Yang directly: "Zuo Yang, this is obviously that you guys are not paying attention, and score a broken ball. Who is he trying to ridicule his mother?"
Zhuo Yang showed no signs of weakness: "You..., who do you say less to me? There is not much on the football field? Who hasn't said? What's the matter of trying to play bullying?"
The roar and yelling at the Hornets fans in the West Falennan stand can lift the ceiling. Here, a world record of the highest decibel in the stadium has been created.
"All let me loose, when I am a dead person? Chris, what the do you say. Zhuo Yang, and you, you also let me loose!" A thunder burst, the big brother was surprised out of thin air, Dortmund Sports director Matthias Summer's gas field is monstrous.
Well, no matter what nationality, regardless of age or age, who dare not face this grandfather in West Falun. Both Christian Warnes and Zhuo Yang let go of each other, and both players stopped, and each returned to the camp, clearly distinguished. Summer's voice was more effective than the referee's blow of the whistle.
It's all gone, the game is over. It’s not a fight anymore, but you can quarrel with each other while retreating~EbookFREE.me~ Warnes found Zhuo Yang again: "Zuo Yang, I tell you, this is not the end, your people are too particular." At the last moment, whoever was equalized was uncomfortable.
Zhuo Yang is not polite at all: "Go, a little technical content? I want to fight with me at any time, don't lose so much."
"Have you lost? Have we lost?" Warnes complained, and the 3:3 score at home was almost the same for him.
"Who, believe it or not, dare to play for another five minutes, you are dead, do you believe it or not?" Zhuo Yang, of course, has three goals in a row.
"Just because you have a big mouth, who the knows?" Of course, Warnes was not angry. "Five minutes more, and you won't spend any more time in five minutes."
"Don't play with me here, there is a kind of goodbye to Hanover in the second half of the season. Let's solve the football thing on the court, who do you dare?"
"It's a word!" Warnes and Zhuo Yang gave a high-five fight, the two were for tat, but the smell of smoke was much less.
The same five minutes and the same 3:3 are golden for the Fort Maddie. They are of course gleefully celebrating going back, but for the Dortmund people, they are naturally black. Neither group of people had any thoughts to try to be affectionate and ignore each other. There are only two neuropaths still playing the art of language with fun in your words.
"Tell me clearly today, whose father are you?"
"I'm my son's father, why?"
"Why, why the are you?"
"..." Old Song: "Who the is my dad?"
"You must tell me clearly today..."
"Shut up!!" I couldn't help it. The Dortmund players involuntarily shouted at Jan Kole at the same time.