Vol 2 Chapter 8: A monster appeared on the court

"Zhuo Yang, you scored a goal for me today, okay?" Sun Yumei asked Zhuo Yang with a big smile on her eyes.
"Of course, it's necessary."
"I also..." Beverly wanted to learn something, but it just didn't feel like a thing. Just like talking about parrot learning, it was like fighting for pets.
Zhuo Yang is a careful person. "Beverly, I will give it to you the second one, you have to take it away." Beverly suddenly smiled and opened the flower, swaying in the black French blue wind. Zhuo Yang kissed the flowers around his waist.
This is a dialogue between Zhuo Yang and Sun Yumei and Beverly before the game. The two beautiful women have been waiting for Zhuo Yang's goal in the stands, but they have been waiting for more than sixty minutes in the second half, but Zhuo Yang still Without scoring, the score on the court was still 1:1.
"How come Zhuo Yang doesn't score? Well, give it to me, will you miss the appointment?" Sun Yumei murmured, frowning.
"No, Zhuo Yang never loses his faith, and what he said will be fulfilled." Beverly did not hesitate to give Zhuo Yang a bottom.
Hearing Beverly say this, Sun Yumei pretended to have her mouth softened, and she turned her head to look at her: "Beverly, do you love Zhuo Yang very much? The one you love very much?"
"...Yes, I love him very much, very, very much." Beverly's eyes stared at Zhuo Yang running on the grass. "I owe Zhuo Yang a lot. I owe him a Christmas and New Year. I will pay him back all my life, my whole life." When he said this, the tenderness that was revealed in Beverly's eyes could melt the river bank rocks.
A moment later, seeing that Sun Yumei didn't speak, Beverly turned her head to look over. Sun Yumei is holding her cheek with one hand, looking at Zhuo Yang on the field, a beautiful arc is drawn on the beautiful face, she smiles all over the country.
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In front of the middle circle, Zhuo Yang turned to look at the incoming ball in the air. This was a mid-length pass that Zepek threw over the wing. Bart leaned forward for the first time, fighting shoulders with Zhuo Yang with his shoulders hard, and Robert was also prepared to mark the second landing point while taking care of the side position.
In Bart and Robert's cognition, taking this kind of high ball is nothing more than two ways, either take off the chest and take it off, or take the header to make a ferry for others. The high and fast ball cannot wait for it to land before grabbing, because it will bounce high and far away, and it will not be able to catch it at all.
Therefore, no matter how Zhuo Yang plans to deal with this ball, he must go to Bart and take a hard jump to fight for position. Of course, this is the view of Bart and others, Zhuo Yang does not.
Glancing at the air, Zhuo Yang suddenly turned around, and gave the back of his head to the football, facing himself towards the gate of Newcastle. At this turn, he flicked Bart, who was about to lean against him, almost without falling. What does he want to do?
When it was said that sooner or later, when the two of them did not complete the kick-off effort, the football hit the back of Zhuo Yang's head, and the fireworks were the shooting stars.
I saw Zhuo Yang turned his head slightly, the football rubbed his sideburns and flicked across his shoulders. When there was only thirty centimeters away from the ground, Zhuo Yang gently unloaded the ball from the outside of his right foot, and the football was strange from the roaring moment. Moving forward at the forty-five degrees of the front coordinate, the turf just passed through Robert's crotch three meters away, and Zhuo Yang followed the wind.
Both Bart and Robert were stunned in the spot with a loud applause from the audience, gaping as if they saw a ghost.
No, not a ghost, this is a goblin, a monster! Lord, we met the demon during the day...
There was no flower under his feet, Zhuo Yang flicked Benal only with his shoulders shaking; changed to wipe, Hughes stumbled and nearly drank dog shit, he collided with O'Brien who tried to pull Zhuo Yang's jersey, like a long time. Every lover.
With the tip of the toes, the football does not seem to be kicked, but it is like being lifted up by the wind. The arc in the night sky is like a rainbow, like a crescent moon, and more like a soft water mark in a music fountain, over the staggering head of Ji Wen.
In the 70th minute of the second half, Zhuo Yang shot with a wonderful penalty in the penalty area, overtaking the score and the total score, 2:1 (3:2).
Zhuo Yang's hippie smiled and trot all the way to the bottom of the stand, reaching for Sun Yumei: Give it to you, Yumei!
The stands stood and applauded, applauding their king. Beverly applauded her man dignifiedly, Sun Yumei waved her blue scarf excitedly, and the scene shot found them both in time.
"Our king, the king gave this wonderful goal to his beloved Beverly, to his princess!" The dj hissed at the scene was sensational.
"My～～～～～～～～

"King!!!" shouted the audience together.
"Dedicated to ~~~~~~"
"Bei-Fuli!!"
Beverly knew that the ball was given to Sun Yumei by Zhuo Yang, and hers had not yet arrived.
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"You remember, keep an eye on him, keep an eye on him in one step, no matter where the Chinese goes, your mother must keep an eye on him, even if it is behind the goal, even if he is shit, your mother must follow The toilet is keeping him close!" Sonnes growled and told Ambrose repeatedly that Ambrose nodded and looked like chicken.
In 75 minutes, Newcastle replaced Milner with Darren Ambrose, and Sonez wanted him to become a plaster on Zhuo Yang's body. However, this is a failure of the coach.
In addition to that goal, Newcastle can't open the offense at any other time today. Shearer and Kluivert are restricted to embarrassment. The combination of Peng Peng and Westman is not like two substitutes. But today Bowyer is suspended, and his unreasonable blitz is missing~EbookFREE.me~ except midfielder, except for Dyer who was firmly locked by Zepeck, only Milner Can reach the striker.
Sonez was enchanted by Zhuo Yang's enchantment, and he forgot to forget that the most important thing behind the score was the goal. Without Milner, Hiller and Kluivert were like two people who were cut off by Fort Mady. Idlers.
As for the use of Ambrose close-fitting, Bart and Robert to defend, can the three generals guard Zhuo Yang? Of course! In front of the ball is three heads, six arms and six legs, Zhuo Yang has to retreat even if it is a monster.
Then I won't score!
As an important category of modern science, arithmetic is not deceptive. Three people came to guard Zhuo Yang, how many people can you still deal with others in Fort Maddie? Do you eat dry rice when you guys
Zhuo Yang started running around on the court with three shadows. He went wherever he was awkward. On several occasions, he really ran into his goal and gave a hand to Handanovic. Ambrose was really obedient, and he really followed Zhuo Yang for a while like a neuropathy towards the net.
"Have you... heard of mahjong? The four of us just happened..." Zhuo Yang also asked the three shadows.