Vol 2 Chapter 1164: This is too unscientific

"Rashford scored his second goal in the Champions League, he still has to thank King Dong, playing football around him is really happy, how many players envy jealousy for him."
"As I said before, all dogs tied to King Dong can score, and Rashford is the best dog. Van Persie and Falcao on the bench can't do anything. They thought about it before. If they want to leave Manchester United, don’t they want the Champions League? Unless they go to a club like Real Madrid or Barcelona, ​​or Bayern Munich, why do they leave Manchester United, even as a substitute, they are also contributing to Manchester United, some players are extremely poor I won't get a Champions League in my life, but beside King Dong, sometimes I even forget how many I got..."
When Rushford celebrated, he was naturally looking for Dong Fangzhuo. Now Dong Fangzhuo is equivalent to half of his master.
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"Aren't we in the same area?"
Messi sat on the sofa, looking sideways at Pique.
He was really worried, and asked Harvey in a trance.
"No, it's a half zone."
"We are about to meet."
Harvey's expression is very pessimistic, he actually did not know, in fact, Messi's heart is very clear, but Messi just talk casually.
"To win the championship, sooner or later, it will be met. In the semi-finals, there is really nothing to meet." Messi nodded and regained his composure.
He watched in front of the TV in both games. At the time, the more he looked at him, the more he felt a little flustered.
In his career, it was Dong Fangzhuo that made him so ugly. If it is another opponent, he will definitely not be so disoriented.
This has been true for many years.
Harvey said nothing, but nodded silently.
The two were so silent, they might have thoughts in their hearts, but they didn't say it.
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on site,
Allegri walked around the podium with a bitter face.
Then he looked at the bench and looked at Morata.
Is it possible to go to Morata now?
Are you in a hurry, wait?
He all seemed a little hesitant. Because it is too early now, if a substitution is made at such an early time, a substitution will be wasted.
But if not, can you really score as soon as possible?
Feeling crazy!
Beep,
The whistle sounded again.
The game resumed and Manchester United slowed down the offensive rhythm slightly. They need not worry at all now.
However, Juventus, who needs to score, is not easy to score in Manchester United's big penalty area. Because their tactical thinking is too simple and too obvious, they just want to find Llorente.
Instead, Tevez responded to the surroundings, but moved away from the big penalty area, which made his threat diminished.
As a result, Tevez kicked a bit depressed, and suddenly shot a long shot from 30 meters away.
The ball flies high into the sky directly.
"Tevez,"
"old,"
"You're not the strong striker that year."
Rhinekel exclaimed.
"Now Manchester United's defense has expanded, defending from Rashford. I can imagine their hunger for the Champions League. Every player is not a fool. They know what this season means."
Click,
Rashford knocked down Pirlo in the frontcourt, and Pirlo couldn't get up on the turf for a long time. The referee also gave Rashford a yellow card.
"Pretty,"
"Rashford has improved again, tactical progress has been made."
"He can do more for the team."
"Is this also given to him by King Dong?"
Pirlo limped to his feet, and finally nothing happened.
But it didn't take long for the game to resume, and he was intrigued by another player. Carrick easily pushed him on the wing.
Pirlo wanted to find space there, but he didn't expect Manchester United's side defense to be as powerful.
"How about Pogba? He needs to stand up at this time, but he didn't stand up. He should prove that he is qualified to lead Juventus. Doesn't he think he is strong? Return to Old Trafford After so long, he didn't show any performance, is he guilty?"
Juventus at the moment, it seems that only Pirlo and Vidal are fighting in the midfield. Although they are eager to equalize the score, the offensive rhythm is a bit chaotic. Pirlo couldn't get Pogba's help around him, and he had some difficulties.
If it is in the Serie A, Juventus is already very powerful. But now there is Dong Fangzhuo, the world's number one across from it! What can he do?
Pogba has been sullenly following Dong Fangzhuo, has not dared to invest in the attack, which is also his tragedy.
In the first 30 minutes, Juventus was still helpless.
"Da,"
Dong Fangzhuo is more and more handy.
Under Pogba's eyelids, Rooney sent a straight pass.
Unfortunately, Rooney didn't have the advantage of speed, and he was stuck in position by Bonucci.
"Rooney is really old,"
"Actually, it is really not suitable for the rhythm of Manchester United. He is not like Scholes and Giggs. Although his blood is Manchester United, he has been too indulgent in life for many years, ruining his body and feeling Hollowed out, he can always only play a good half..."
Juventus tried to launch a quick counterattack ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Vidal Centre received the ball, but was also intercepted by Rojo.
Dong Fangzhuo came back to answer, Pogba took another step slower.
"That fool,"
"He couldn't keep up with King Dong's rhythm."
"Does he finally know what level of player he is?"
When Pogba came to Dong Fangzhuo, Dong Fangzhuo had already transferred the ball to Mata.
Matadi's flat ball passed Rashford diagonally.
Rashford and Balzali collided together, and the two did not give in to each other. As a result, Balzali had an extra action in his hand, and his palm hit Rashford's face.
Beep,
The whistle sounded and fouled.
"nice shot."
"This is a pretty good set ball."
"It's King Dong's turn to perform."
"He has a chance to kick the ball in."
"We must open our eyes wide, because you may blink, you will miss his wonderful goal."
The audience started shouting Dong Fangzhuo's name.
After the wall was lined up, everyone in the stands held their breath...
Dong Fangzhuo cat was on his waist, staring at Buffon.
Buffon is now in front of the door like a woodcarving, but Dong Fangzhuo knows that Buffon's heart will not be calm.
boom,
He also shot an elevator ball.
"Woo~"
No matter how high the wall is, he cannot stop his superb shooting skills.
With just a whisper, the ball directly crossed the wall, fell down quickly, and flew into the goal.
"Ah ah ah ah ah,"
"Why the other side!"
Buffon was stunned,
Pirlo also stayed,
This is too unscientific! Shooting difficulty is too great!
The elevator ball in the opposite direction requires the quality of the free throw to be too high.
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