Vol 2 Chapter 38: Mad Dog's Desire

Sister Zhuo Qiu made several dishes, including a large plate of fried eel. Of course, the amount of food you eat should be large. It will be like a restaurant.
Carl Rand came to Zhuoyang's second floor and found that he was the only guest, and he didn't see Gomez and Louis who had been dining here all day.
"What about Sponge and Peng Peng? They both regard you as their own home." Rand asked Zhuo Yang and handed over the red wine he brought.
"Bou left, the meal is too large..." Zhuo Yang said carelessly while looking for the year on the bottle.
Zhuo Yang specially asked Rand to come here today, so he slammed away the musketeer and Peng Peng.
Zhuo Yang heard that Rand was crying on the bus that day. As a good friend, of course, he should care about crazy dogs. In the past few days preparing for the UEFA Cup plus Rand's rest, he did not find a suitable opportunity, so he called Rand today.
In fact, Zhuo Yang could guess the reason why Rand was crying. After all, he had been in a good relationship for two years and he knew each other well. And Mad Dog's strenuous performance in the Bundesliga is also in Zhuo Yang's eyes, but he doesn't take it seriously.
You're struggling, I'll just give you a little effort, what's the big deal? Is football important or friends important?
Zhuo Yang knows the reason why Rand feels sad is because some of the game can not keep up, but he does not experience Rand's persistence in football and deep friendship. After all, everyone has different ways of thinking about problems, and the focus of the same problem is different for different people.
Zhuo Yang does not enlighten people at all, nor does he know how to comfort each other, but he will eat and drink, which is enough. So, Zhuo Yang planned to accompany Rand for a good meal and a full meal. He thought that this was enough.
Pushing the cup to change the cup, gorging on it, the fried eel segment really eats Rand almost swallowing his tongue. However, Rand couldn't think of a dish that made him rave, and what the ingredients looked like when he was alive, Zhuo Yang would not tell him if he was killed.
Rand brought the bottle of 1990's Xun Peng Riesling Zhuo Yang without moving, and took it directly to the storage room for storage. Chocolate is more suitable for rainy days, and beer is good for everything. After four or five empty bottles, Rand opened the conversation box.
"Ah--" A long sigh. Generally speaking, this kind of interjection is used to open the introduction, indicating that the topics will be more formal and not nonsense.
"Zhuo Yang, I'm really useless, I'm sorry for you, let a Mönchengladbach..."
"Fuck, what are you talking about? What's wrong with me? I'm not Monchengladbach's father..." Zhuo Yang's logic is so strange that it sounds strange to Rand.
"..." Rand couldn't keep up with Zhuo Yang's jump. "No..., I mean, you are suspended. As a captain..., I lost three straight games..."
"I said crazy dog, eat me and drink me, are you cursing me?" Zhuo Yang was unwilling now: "I'm sorry if you led the team to lose a game, then I lost two in front of the captain Field, I'm going to die!"
"No, no, Zhuo Yang, don't get me wrong." Rand panicked. The pigs are afraid to play with Zhuo Yang, Rand's rank is too low.
"Okay, okay, I know what you mean, Carl." Zhuo Yang waved his hand, running the pig and the second brother, they said nothing. It was a joy, but it was a bit unkind to play this honest person like Land Too.
"Aren't you just losing a few games? Has the sky collapsed? What a three-game losing streak, it's just that the three losses just happened to be together. Is the three-game losing streak terrible? We were still in the youth team two years ago. At that time, the first team lost to Grandma’s house in a row and lost their pants. And then? Has the sky collapsed?

"To lose to them today, just hit back tomorrow. Even if you can't hit back tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow, even if you never hit back, then what? No one can die."
"Football is not life and death, nor is it higher than life and death. Football is football, nothing more."
"It’s important to win and lose, but I think it’s more important to be happy in the process of chasing victory and defeat. Just like me and the Pig Scar Butcher, they are like me and you and Willie and Clark. The people on the court chasing victory happily, this is the most important thing." This is the true meaning of Zhuoyang Football.
"Look, Karl. We are on the field, I can't run, you can run for me, you can't shovel, I will shovel for you. Look, how interesting is this?" Interesting? This has the meaning of an eggplant. It's just that Rand's thoughts of Shicheng are completely distorted by Zhuo Yang.
It turned out that Zhuo Yang felt very happy and interesting to play football with me. In fact, this is not bad.
"Anyway, I don't think it's a big deal to lose a few games. There are many things in my life that are more important than football, such as family, friends, oh, and piano."
Zhuo Yang didn't agree with this sentence, but he couldn't refute it. Can't he say that football is more important than family and friends? You are not human anymore! But in RAND's mind, football is indeed everything for him. All he wonders all day is how to play the game better and how to complete the training more effectively. Rand loves football and he loves it.
Zhuo Yang's leap-frogging words made Rand find no chance to say that he wanted to transfer, and even felt a little embarrassed. But it's not OK, just go away without saying a word, I'm so sorry friends.
"Zhuo Yang~EbookFREE.me~ I want to ask you a question." Forget it, put aside the transfer first. "Why would you recommend me as the vice captain?" Rand really wanted to understand why Zhuo Yang did this.
"Our relationship is good! I don't recommend who you recommend?"
"But..., everyone has a good relationship, and... the square film has also entered the national team." Grosso was just recruited by the old fox Lippi into the new Italian national team.
"It has nothing to do with the national team. I was expelled from the national team..." Zhuo Yang said here, and Rand groaned in his heart: Why don't I put the pot on my mother, see my broken mouth... …
"That's right, Carl." Zhuo Yangzheng said to Rand in the eighth classic: "Except for my captain, the team has a way to choose a deputy captain. For example, Rock, good guy, European champion. And the Greeks are indeed pretty good. It depends on who in our team will become the world champion the year after, or don’t want to overwhelm the rock." Zhuo Yang really said.
"Next, the deputy captain must have a descendant from our echelon, and it would be better to be a native of Hanover. So yeah, not who else can you be?"
"It's wrong to say that, Zhuo Yang. Willie is also an heir. The youth team he and I got together, he is also an indigenous. The eighth generation of ancestors are Hanovers, and they are more native than my family. And Willie has always been the main force... …" Right-back Ackerman started from the youth team and is the only talent among everyone behind the Six Musketeers.
"You have more wine than Willie! It's not that you don't know if he pours two glasses." Zhuo Yang's expression "I fuck, I don't understand".
Randmond Circle: Are these reasons?
"Zhuo Yang... Is it for this reason?"
"Of course, what else could it be?"
The crazy dog ​​Carl Rand was completely messed up.
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