Vol 4 Chapter 347: Respect till today

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"it's him!"
When he came to the Chelsea bench, Mark Sertori raised his chest and pointed at Paul Bertelli, with a resolute expression as if he was brave enough to expose bad things. The light of the right way shone on the earth.
Of course, if you look closely, you can clearly see the gloat in Sertori's expression. The old grudge between him and Bertelli can be traced back to more than twenty years ago.
Although Sertori played massage skills, he was also a very articulate person. In the short distance between the two benches, he had already given Zhuo Yang a concise account of the general course of the matter, with the emphasis on unprovoked Being bullied.
Seeing the master, Zhuo Yang regarded the entire Chelsea cluster as nothing, and sneered at Bertelli, "Come out!"
The Chelsea bench collective ‘cock’ is clearly audible: it’s broken, it’s a real bully.
Bertelli is not stupid, he doesn't hit the vise, the day is bright, and even if he can't stand it when he goes out, he will lose his face even if he can't be beaten.
Bertelli's self-comfortable arms crossed his chest: "I won't go out."
Are you afraid now? Zhuo Yang walked towards him without hesitation. Sertori, who had completed the misfortune, did not follow closely this time. Instead, he took a few steps back, worried that he would be bloodied.
Bertelli, who was holding his arm, had a dull expression, his throat squirmed and swallowed dry saliva involuntarily.
Chelsea have fast-reacting people, Terry and the assistant coach, Conte’s younger brother Anji Luca Conte, who has not yet fully seated, rushed up to stop Zhuo Yang from continuing to approach.
"Zhuo Yang, if you have something to say, don't be impulsive."
"Brother John, what's the matter?"
Needless to say, it didn't take a few minutes for Terry to have with each other. In fact, Zhuo Yang and Kong Er Lengzi are still acquaintances.
The Kong brothers are celebrities in the Italian football circle, and the younger brother has always followed his brother. Conti has a good relationship with An Pang, Baggio, Qi Zu and Meng Er. When the Kong brothers were at Juventus, Zhuo Yang had an intersection with them because of these connections.
"Don't stop me, you owe you too much."
These two blocks actually gave Zhuo Yang a step. At the global live broadcast scene, is it possible to really beat people in public? Was the match at Pizjuan Stadium in Seville decent more than two years ago?
Zhuo Yang is nothing more than trying to find a place in public for Guardiola, let him pick up the lost face, and make Lao Gua feel more comfortable. Of course, if no one stopped him, he would smoke, Zhuo Yang would not hesitate.
"Brother, what's the matter? Calm down." Terry said.
"Zhuo Yang, so many people are watching, they are all misunderstanding." Xiao Kong said.
Zhuo Yang glared at Bertelli from the other person: "Grandson, there is a kind of follow me in."
"I won't go in."
"Don't you owe it, let me see."
"I won't let you see."
Except for Terry and Xiao Kong and "I won't", the entire Chelsea seating area was silent. Just now in the passage, the crowd took advantage of the crowd. At this time, Zhuo Yang single-handedly slammed to the door, but he formed a single bully.
Some people, he himself is an army.
Kong Er Lengzi is the head coach who runs the most distance per game in today's football. At this time, he has begun to slip outside the sideline and he also found this scene before the bench. Needless to say, this is the bald confidant who hit the door. As the current boss of the Blues, he has no reason to avoid it.
A few steps showed Kong Er's agile skill. After joining the blocking team, he rightly said to Zhuo Yang: "Zhuo Yang, the misunderstanding between the coaches, you, as a player, just intervene in it casually. It's not proper."
"Misunderstanding? Were you not there just now?" Zhuo Yang said: "Besides, you set the rules for the players and coaches?"
"Kong Shuai, I have always respected you, don't let this respect go until today."
"Zhuo Yang, I also respect you very much, and don't let my respect end until today."
"Conte, are you sure you want to put Liangzi next?"
"Huh~" Kong Er stunned his bangs. "I didn't mean that. There is no Liangzi. I said it was a misunderstanding. You should concentrate on watching the game."
The tone was fluttering, obviously there was steel in mind but not the determination to go on hard steel.
After Zhuo Yang and Conte looked at each other for two seconds, they looked away from his face and looked at Bertelli who was stiff.
"Grandson, come out and take two steps, come out!!!"
Conte's lush hair was raised back, like a flag waving in the wind. The muscles on his face were also shaken out of layers, like water ripples. The Chelsea bench shed was humming like a bell.
Terry and Xiao Kong took a step back together, and Terry took the opportunity to let go, and deliberately stepped back a few more steps to escape the blocking group. Conte has long been displeased. Terry is Chelsea's most cunning old fox.
"I won't take two steps." Bertelli's back stiffened in the soft chair.
The man who filled Terry's defensive vacancy was fourth referee Robert Madley.
"What's the matter? Please return to your respective positions now, right now!"
The movement on the sidelines was also noticed by the inside, not to mention that the ringing of the bell just now by Zhuo Yang almost penetrated the noisy Stamford Bridge. The referee Mike Dean made an emergency suspension of the game and rushed forward.
They are all the masters who like to join in the fun and not too much of a problem. Few players on both sides are idle, and two swarms come. The cameras of the cameras shook, the directors switched quickly, and the studios of major TV stations were rejoicing.
The crowded Chelsea shantytown is very interesting at this time, the Manchester City players naturally share the same hatred and roar.
"Brother Zhuo, what's wrong?"
"Old Zhuo, who is UU reading www.uukanshu.com? Who has trouble with you?"
"Who? Come out!!"
Regardless of how pretentious it is, it always seems to be very heart-to-heart, but the Chelsea players who have been bullied to their doorstep behave in a variety of ways.
The younger brother Kanter thought that Zhuo Yang was going to beat his own coach, so he was obliged to squeeze in. "Boss Zhuo, calm down, your status is not worth it."
Kong Er dumbfounded: "..."
Admirer Hazard was busy talking on the side: "That's right, brother, you calm down."
The people who have a good relationship with Xiaofa, Sabre, Beauty, etc. are all persuasive all the way, and peacemakers are full of energy.
The other Chelsea people were mostly curious about watching. They didn't understand what was going on, so they inquired about each other, whispering to each other as if they were in an examination room without proctoring.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with Zhuo Yang?"
Anyway, it seems crowded, but no one has come to the front to help them out, and everyone thinks this is normal.
In the crowded crowd, Kong Er Lengzi felt lonely.
The referee Mike Dean was a little panicked. He didn't expect to come to the sidelines to deal with small emergencies, but gathered the players from both sides. If anything happens, it will be a big deal. So others ran, but they didn't care about Zhuo Yang and Conte, so they drove the players away quickly.
A shepherd dog can't drive the sheep back into the circle.
Guardiola, who has recovered his sense from grievances and suffocation, is here, and he is reincarnate as a smart coach, cool and personable.
Without wishing to make things worse, Lao Gua and Kong Er dumbstruck their players back into the field, and the sidelines returned to the three-two horses that focused on the crowds, Zhuo Gua, Er Kong and the second referee. The others watched the show from afar.
The referee urged again, and Zhuo Yang did not take a step back from start to finish.
Guardiola embraced him: "Zhuo Yang, forget it, come back with me."