Vol 2 Chapter 184: Surprised Foshan Wuying Feet

‘Tom! ’
The football was wedge on Dantian, the mad dog Rand's lower abdomen, and suddenly felt a sharp pain, he could not continue breathing, and he was breathless. But how can our mad dog care about this, Rand will always be ready to change his life on the court.
Resisted by the impact of football, Rand had a figure in the air, but he resisted the pain and instead stretched his chest and stretched his limbs and stretched his wings. While slamming the football back and forth, Rand sighted the stunned Paulson.
Paulson's style is dirty and hard, but he has never seen a lifeless leader like Rand, with his eyes wide open, he flies up and plays with football. The football that collided in the two compartments was deformed. This guy's soft stomach was like he was not. There was no reaction at all, but the open claws made him feel very cool.
Paulson was frightened by Rand's fate and stared at Carl Rand in the air in mid-air with his mouth wide open.
Seeing Paulson froze in front of him, Rand suddenly flashed: Good opportunity, now!
Rand leaned back with the reaction force of the football impact, and the inertia of the high-speed flying before made him closer to Paulson. When Rand was tilted in the air with his head high and his feet low forty-five degrees, it was just within the attack range.
Rand kicked his feet down: I'll you!
Ignoring football, this scene is like this-Rand runs for five meters, stretches his chest in the air and soars for four meters, and then kicks his feet, Paulson standing stupid like a wooden pile, one foot on his chest Foot only.
Rand, the crazy dog ​​of Foshan without shadow feet!
‘Come—! "With a strange cry, Paulson was kicked out, and then fell straight to the ground.
‘Wow! ! "Rand just hit the ground right now, still unable to breathe with his breath closed.
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When the two teammates came around like crazy, Paulson was still smoking on the ground, and Rand still couldn't breathe with his mouth wide open. First hit by a football, and then flat shot on the ground in free fall, Rand was a hero.
Seeing that the Schalke had trouble trying to find Rand, Zhuo Yang's eyes were red, and he screamed, "Go away for Lao Tzu!!!" He rushed in and quickly observed Rand's situation.
Because of his kung fu skills, Zhuo Yang knew that this was a pelvic spasm or lung spasm caused by a slamming of his abdomen, causing temporary inability to breath. However, this symptom can be mild or severe. Those who are mild will recover on their own after ten seconds. Those who are severe will fall into fainting due to lack of oxygen, and even cause organ damage.
In a hurry, one hand lifted Rand's back, and the other hand began to massage on the abdomen points. After ten seconds, 'slightly ~~~~~', accompanied by a strange sound of cold breath, Rand Zuo Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he resumed spontaneous breathing and began to gasp. Less than a minute after the opening, he already saw sweat on his head.
Paulson is still smoking on the ground.
Waiting for a little breath, Rand lay in Zhuo Yang's arms and said affectionately: "Zuo Yang, if it weren't for you, I would be suffocated..."
Zhuo Yang's eyes were red: "Grandfathers, you are not as hard-working as you, how hard are you compared to shells..."
Paulson is still smoking on the ground.
"Zhuo Yang, look at that dog day's death?" Rand worried about Paulson.
"..." Zhuo Yang realized that the dare-loving mad dog came to Paulson this time. His head turned to some of the signs of the past few days, and immediately knew all Rand's plans.
"No need, crazy dog. It's my job to clean up him. It's not worth your life, he's not worth it."
Paulson is still smoking on the ground.
When Zhuoyang and Zhirkov stood up with Rand and began to walk slowly on the ground, Paulson finally stopped smoking, but his round eyes were blank, and six eye-catching spikes on his face mark.
"How is it? Does it still hurt?" Zhuo Yang asked Rand.
"It hurts, it seems to be a bowel pain, it hurts badly, it hurts so much I want to shit..." Rand answered with a frown.
"Crazy dogs, crazy dogs, don't play this way anymore, go down and check quickly, but don't dare to fall down on the root cause." Zhuo Yang mentored Rand painfully. "This kind of thing must be discussed with me in advance. I want to abolish him, even if there is no yellow card. You... It's a bit expensive, and I hurt myself." How can I see, this red card can't escape The referee is busy watching Paulson don’t die, so he has no time to come.
However, Rand thought from beginning to end Paulson for Zhuo Yang, but forgot the most basic common sense.
"It's okay, Zhuo Yang. I exchanged one with that dog day one, it's worth it!" Rand said, Paulson is Schalke 04's core heavyweight, and he and he both came off the game, obviously Maddie has the advantage.
"What's the change? Mad dog." Zhuo Yang couldn't help crying: "Others are changing, you are fined, who do you change with?"
Rand settled as if he had been acupunctured. The twisted face was a wonderful one. After a while: "... Zhuo Yang ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I killed our team... I'm stupid... This can be done..." I want to die.
"Let’s go, let’s remember to discuss this kind of thing with me in the future.... rest assured, rest assured... with me... go down and rest... rest assured..."
The red card held by the referee in the back is like a red flag for the soldiers on the high ground.
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When Carl Rand rushed to Schalke's huge boos of more than 40,000 fans on the world's most advanced stadium, passing the bench and saying sorry to Uncle Jr., Paulson finally stood up from the ground.
It’s up, but the legs are still soft, and the person is still ignorant. It looks like he’s been crying, mumbling in his mouth: lunatic, lunatic...
Seeing that Paulson couldn't kick anymore, let's say nothing else, the six bright red pimples on his face made him look like a monster. The sly-looking Lannick immediately used defender Thomas Kleizener to replace the Danish defender who had been guilty of a big crime, and pushed the big Altintop into the midfield.
Klopp was so distressed that his brain hurt, and he would be overthrown in less than a minute at the beginning of the game. Rand, who was always the most worry-free, did not know what to say.
Maddie's three lines are not bad, but the midfield is their foundation. Rand was sent off, the midfield must be re-reinforced, and it is impossible to pin Zhuo Yang alone in the midfield position to defend full-time. Which coach would dare to use Zhuo Yang to be drowned by his fellow spit stars.
The defender could not move, Uncle Slag waved his flag, and Hedilla replaced striker Mido. The Egyptian genius finally hoped for a starter and was replaced without a ball on his feet. Although knowing that this was the team's last choice in an emergency, Mido still wanted to bite.
If the non-team doctor is going to Schalke's visiting team locker room to do an emergency check for the mad dog, Mido wants to rush in and beat Rand.