Vol 2 Chapter 497: God Bless the Magic Fort Mady

The whole world slowed down at this moment, and everyone was watching the attack and defense between the two kings. Just like the slow motion of high-speed photography, the two people's movements are vivid.
Zhuo Yang shook his right ankle and could see his shoelaces fluttering. Holding the football softly and sloping outwards, Ronaldinho was like an out-of-control sleigh, passing slowly over Zhuo Yang's toes. Zhuo Yang lowered his head, Ronaldinho faced up to the sky, and their eyes met at this moment.
Zhuo Yang, I need this victory, I need this champion. I have led the team to two consecutive championships in the league. After winning this championship, the Dream 2 team was built. My Barcelona and my Dream 2 team.
Roni, your Barcelona should win this championship, you perform better. However, God has handed the opportunity to me, and I cannot give up. I also need this championship. This is my last battle in Fort Maddie. I want to leave this trophy for the people who love me because I am their king.
Zhuo Yang, I still want to win the World Cup and win it for my Brazil.
-Ronnie, I don’t have a World Cup, the Champions League is my World Cup. I bless you, you go to win the World Cup. This one, I left.
Zhuo Yang, I don’t want to be a king. I just want to get my name back. I don’t want to be called Ronaldinho all my life. Only when I surpass that person will others call me Ronaldo and call that person Da Luo or Lao Luo. I want to get my name back.
Roni, you are already king, King of Camp Nou. You are as great as that person, because you have led Barcelona to rise again, and he has never done it. The name is just a symbol, and your name will make the latecomer only be called Ronaldinho, or Ronaldo, Ronaldo and Ronaldo.
Zhuo Yang, if I can fight alongside you, how nice!
Roni, I am also very eager to be a teammate with you. My gut feeling will be that day.
Zhuo Yang, are you willing to be the godfather of Joao?
—Ronnie, you know that I am an atheist. If this works, then...I will.
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As Ronaldinho slid off Zhuo Yang, he closed his eyes. The two are masters of the same level. Ronaldinho knows clearly what shooting action Zhuo Yang will take and also knows that Valdes has no chance to block it.
-Maybe, this is the fate. In the first step of my road to kingship, Zhuo Yang was ruined. This is the fate. I heard that they Chinese also believe this, I don't know what Zhuo Yang's life is.
-Ronaldinho is Ronaldinho, it doesn't matter. Is my persistence useful? I may be in the real world, or is it true that I drink samba and dance samba.
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Zhuo Yang kicked an arc with his right foot and crossed Valdes with a half interception. He couldn't get to the ball even if he stacked the two together. At the end of the short trip, the football fell suddenly and hit the goal in the upper left corner of the goal.
The moment the football started, the camera lens returned to normal playback speed, and the world was boiling at this moment. Zhuo Yang roared like a beast and rushed towards Punta Luis. The same dizzying Brazilian teenager and he suddenly clashed and hugged together. Ten players from the Fort Mady on the field all hugged together hysterically and screamed. Called like a group of monsters who greeted each other.
Uncle Zha couldn't control himself off the court. He turned three light sideways in a row. He was like a gymnast girl in cheerleading.
Zhuo Yang dragged Peng Peng along the runway of the French Stadium. The two men ran while waving their jerseys. The upper body of the fine-skinned naked body exuded a greasy and holy light under the night light. At this moment, Zhuo Yang wanted to cry, and Peng Peng wanted to laugh out loud.
Many years later, still in this city, the day Peng Peng was officially retired, he remembered the Champions League final many years ago. That day, Peng Peng said to Zhuo Yang.
"Lao Zhuo, I have been with you since I started playing. Now I will retire and be with you again. Lao Zhuo, when are you going to retire? Let's go play around the world."
"Peng Peng, I have one last thing to do, and I will retire after I finish it. You go to repair your island and retire. I will take your sister-in-law and children to live in the first half of the year."
"Okay, I'm waiting for you."
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It seems that in order to make up for the slow time just now, the stoppage time is passing quickly, especially for the Barcelona people. Seeing the ten Madi Forts on the opposite side lined up neatly, bowing down and waiting for them to come, the Barcelona people looked sad.
Until the moment when the whistle sounded for a long time, the sadness on their faces did not relax. Mady Fort fell off the game, but eventually became the champion 3:2. Ronaldinho showed the highest level of his career, shining brightly in ninety minutes, but no goals. Zhuo Yang was indifferent throughout the game, mediocre like a Chinese player, but scored two goals.
It was not Zhuo Yang or Gomez that defeated Barcelona. It was not Peng Peng, not Superman Edmund, but the heaven in the sky, the invisible hand.
Without the European Championship, the Dream Team 2 can’t really dream~EbookFREE.me~ Barcelona has won countless La Liga titles in the long history, and it has long suppressed the old opponent Real Madrid to lift its head, but there is only one'dream one The team' is because they have only one Champions League big ear cup.
Now this trophy was held high by Zhuo Yang, and when he and Beckenbauer embraced, the pores of His Majesty were delighted. Zhuo Yang was selected as the best player on the spot in the 2005-06 UEFA Champions League final. Even though his performance is far away from Ronaldinho, he is the champion; even though Zhuo Yang's performance is not even as good as Eto'o, Maddie Fort won; even if he succeeded in passing the threat ball data is not as good as Deco, but he scored two goals.
The King of Fort Marty was crowned at the French Stadium.
As for the best player and best shooter in the Champions League season, naturally there is no suspense, but that will not be blocked until August of Monaco.
Uncle Klopp was thrown up by the players, and the weightlessness and soaring again and again caused Mr. Klopp to suddenly open the dusty childhood memory for many years. It was a game between his father and him. His father's warm hand made him feel very secure, and he didn't worry about not being caught, just like today.
Although there are a lot of hands today, and none of them belong to Dad, Jurgen Klopp still remembers Dad. Tears slipped down the edge of the black-framed glasses, and when Dad put him back on the ground, Uncle Zha had already cried out.
The celebration of the Maddie people lasted all night, but one of the heads did not participate, and he left the team early.
This night, Paris Saint-Denis Hotel, Room 2046, facing the Seine, the bedroom has a double bed with a sturdy and mechanized carved beech wood. It collapsed, and the connecting bolts between the four plates and frames were severely twisted by a long period of violent shaking. .
The guests in the room were Mario Aoao Ao Gomez and Hannah Pang Pang Pang Pang Pang Sylvia.