Vol 3 Chapter 617: I want to beat old things
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Golden Greenery
- Zhuo Setong
- 1443 characters
- 2021-01-30 05:53:34
As he grew older and his mind matured, Zhuo Yang gradually ceased to be so impulsive. He stopped playing without saying anything. Unless he had to do something when he had to do it, he would have passed. Two years ago, the group fights in San Siro and Rome team may still happen now, but there will not be three more appointments with Méx.
But after all, it is a young man who is just under 24 years old, and besides, he has been very depressed recently. Zhuo Yang is still a light-saving lamp.
Because'sudden muscle spasm' will restrict your football career and is the foundation of irritability, just getting a stuffy punch is the introduction of the outbreak. During the halftime inspection, I heard that Maddie Fort, who started the match at the same time, was behind Lyon 1:2 in the first half, making Zhuo Yang, who was even more upset by the news, need to vent.
Zhuo Yang made up his mind to go to the boxing master Petra Bunashiu for a while, he lifted his buttocks and left the bench, no longer caring about the game on the court, and AC Milan’s real boxing master Ba Ye Gattuso also Leaving the stands, he also wanted to find the trouble of Bunaxiu.
Ba Ye, who got a red card in the last match against Lyon, can only sit in the stands to watch the game today, just behind the coach of the home team. Eight Lord witnessed the farce before the end of the first half, his lungs exploded, more angry than Zhuo Yang.
Before falling into the embarrassment that embarrassed him now, the Eighth Lord's popularity in Milanello was very good, and everyone liked him. But in the overall intimate relationship, there are still points of intimacy. The eighth iron buddy in Milan is Jiuye Inzaghi. The eighth father and his father have never been out of focus.
Pirlo, Ambo, Laobu, and the Colts, these are the first-ranked friends of Gattuso, including Zhuo Yang.
But because of the nonsense of ‘undercover’, the Eighth Lord first backed and cursed Jiuye in the round table group, and then turned his face completely with Zhuo Yang. They are all passionate and passionate men. How could Gattuso not feel sorry for the loss of these friendships.
To die face to face and suffer, Ba Ye was forced to stand up above himself.
Pippo was strangled by his neck, and Zhuo Yang immediately appeared right. The two were once good friends of their own. They were as good as one person. If they were on the field, I wouldn't be able to spare the old thing.
Because the scene was too chaotic, Ba Ye did not see Zhuo Yang being stolen, otherwise he might be able to rush from the stands. Not only because his old friends were bullied, Ba Ye was a person with a strong sense of collective honor. He could not tolerate anyone wantonly in front of Milan, especially in San Siro.
The more I wanted the fire to grow, the better I could not sit on the stands. After the monkey's was stabbed for a while, Gattuso got up angrily, bypassing his teammates, bypassing the stands, and walking towards the internal passage No one saw him or Zhuo Yang leaving each other.
Ba Ye and Zhuo Yang made an appointment, just four days later after the war ended this year. But now, Ba Ye doesn't want to start with Zhuo Yang, and the earlier unwillingness and bravery have gradually faded away, leaving only embarrassment and Xiao Suo. What a failed life it is to fight against your friends, Ba Ye is a person who cherishes friendship, and he regrets the day after the appointment.
Still dying for face and suffering, Ba Ye couldn’t open his mouth and said, ‘Forget it, don’t fight’. Zhuo Yang was not like that. He didn't want to find himself beaten by the Eight Lords, but he conceded before losing, and that was not Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang walked into the passage toward the inside. In order to avoid the sight of the staff, he passed the side of the home team's locker room and then turned left and right. From behind, he sneaked back toward the guest team's locker room.
The visiting team's locker room is Inter Milan's locker room, the two Milan shared home and host each other. Zhuo Yang walked into the A7 channel, where there was no one, and the staff were all concentrated in front. At this moment, he suddenly saw the figure of the old thing Patras Bunaxi coming out of the Inter Milan dressing room and disappearing at the corner of the A9 channel.
World football has engaged in anti-smoking campaigns in public, not only the stadium, but also locker rooms. In order to cooperate with this action, the San Siro Stadium recently installed smoke sensing probes in the locker room and the coaching room, both for fire prevention and for taking a decent look at FIFA. But in order to be considerate of these old smokers Ancelotti, there is also a dedicated smoking room under the San Siro stadium, which is not known to the outside world. It is in the middle of the two dressing rooms and is shared by the two Milan.
Petra Bunashiu just wanted to smoke.
After he was sent off the coach, he didn't go to the stands because he didn't want to listen to the dirty verbal abuse of the Milan fans around him. Bunashiu returned directly to the dressing room, and did not come out in the second half.
The San Siro stadium has been built for more than 80 years, and AC Milan’s home court has been here since then, and it has been until now. Bunacio, who played for Milan for two seasons, is no stranger to San Siro, but after all, 22 years have passed since his red and black years. San Siro's appearance has not changed much in the past 22 years, but the interior has undergone three large-scale renovations and reconstructions, and he is no longer familiar with it.
Bunaxiu is very addicted to smoking, but he does not know where the smoking room is, and no one takes the initiative to care whether the visiting team is smoking. However, the inside of the stadium is so big, let alone smoking, finding a secluded place to pull the and set a fire may not necessarily be seen. At the beginning of the second half, Bunashiu walked out and had a cigarette addiction in the A9 channel. Only ten minutes later, his addiction reappeared, so he revisited his hometown.
As Zhuo Yang expected, Bunaxiu did have boxing skills, and his skills were pretty good. After retiring and fighting with people on the streets of Bucharest, he practiced boxing for a year, not to mention the people who are now in their fifties, but he never threw the boxing down, and occasionally rushed towards the sandbag dummies With practice, coupled with the physical qualities of the former professional players, the elders are now playing like three or two young people in society.
Bunashiu is an old-school footballer~EbookFREE.me~His love for football is limited to the football itself, and he doesn't care about any football gossip. In other words, Bunaxiu knew that Zhuo Yang was the best player in Milan and that Gattuso was a well-known midfielder in world football, but he didn’t know that Zhuo Yang could play well and had never heard of Gato. Suo is the king of boxing.
However, even if he knew that Bunaxiu would not care, he should do the same, because he is this character. Bunaxiu was grumpy and easily impulsive. When Saki gave up that year, he always had a reason to make a penalty in the back line. But although Bunaxiu must pay attention, he is also a person who is bullying and afraid of toughness. If he really wants to run into a powerful role, he still dares not mess with it.
In the past, because of conflicts with other people, Bunashiu was beaten badly by others, but when he knew that the other party was the son of the deputy chief of the police station, he only went to practice boxing and tried to vent, but he did not dare to go. revenge.
In fact, those who are grumpy and love to start first are the ones who recognize them the fastest. The so-called donkey kicks the dead, and the dog who bites does not bark.
Patras Bunasiu did not see Zhuo Yang behind him. He had just turned into the A9 channel before popping the cigarette from the cigarette case, but he saw the oncoming Gattuso.
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