Vol 2 Chapter 271: Rough-leaved madness

When the monster turns into a demon, it is when the world changes its color.
The sudden crisis brought Zhuo Yang an unprecedented impatience on the court. He was eager to score and eager to expand the score. Although it is not clear where this feeling comes from, Zhuo Yang is quite sure he must continue to score.
"Old man, take care of your wife." Zhuo Yang was too lazy to be polite with Marcelinho, and began to beat him with drums and heavy hammers.
"What do you mean? What do you mean?" Marcelinho's eyes widened.
"Go away!!" No longer verbose, after a low drink, Zhuo Yang turned his back to protect the ball, his left knee turned out and secretly pushed toward the inner side of Marcelinho's foot leg joint, which will not cause you injury but also make you Eat pain, then shook his shoulders and hit his opponent.
At first, Marcelinho didn't expect Zhuo Yang to suddenly become indifferent. From the full of delicate and delicate skills, he began to play barbarous and rude. Secondly, he was 12 centimeters lower than Zhuo Yang, and his chin was just Zhuo Yang. The shrugged shoulders hit. Marcelinho was stunned, and his feet could not take root and stand firm. He staggered back a few steps, Zhuo Yang wiped the ball and walked.
The sudden violentness also shocked Basturk and Kovac. The two in the original ingenious position only had to hold their throats, and slightly blocked Zhuo Yang, waiting for Marcelinho to stick to him again. Ke Zhuo Yang It was really unreasonable for them to come out so unreasonably, the two chose to go ahead and shut the door involuntarily and very well. With the tactical consciousness and stealing ability of the two of them, this is a water stone gate with a chain of organs, with hidden weapons, and Lara of the Tomb Raider.
However, Zhuo Yang slammed into Shimen like a siege hammer!
Without any skill and without any hesitation, Zhuo Yang swept over the sand and wrapped in football, whistling and slammed into the stone gate that was about to be covered. The three waves moved together in a shock wave, and the waves hit the Tianbi stone wall.
Basturk and Kovacs stooped and staggered left and right, savoring this life on the grass. In the first half, it was a tease of evil spirits, but now it is the annihilation of mad demons.
After killing these two generals, Zhuo Yang took the ball and strode to the restricted area. After changing the previous cat cat fox step, the rumbling footsteps can also be heard carefully at the outermost end of the Victor Stadium stand. The heavy bass shocked the whole stadium.
Simunic rushed up like a dead man, and the musketeer Gomez, who had been entangled with him without gasping, took the opportunity to slip to the back and free up, and spread out to Zhuo Yang while running: Hey, buddy here empty.
The brutal Zhuo Yang didn't want to ignore him at all, Ren Renzi was charming, Zhuo Yang still followed his rhythm of the accented step, his right foot traversed, and Simunic slightly pulled out a larger shooting angle. One beat immediately rubbed left foot vigorously.
The outer foot is like O'Sullivan's pole on the snooker table. The football is thunderous and erratic. The arc of the flight in a trance seems to turn a right angle in the air. Berlin Herta goalkeeper Fidler, like the first half, can only watch football Shakespeare into the net.
In the 81st minute of the second half, Zhuo Yang expanded the score to 2:0.
The general situation of the game has been fixed, Zhuo Yang wants to sort out his mood through the moonlight, but finds that the uneasy mood is more intense, and it has not been relieved by the expansion of the score. Ignoring Gomez's coming, he flicked the musketeer's hug in a false step of the cross and rushed straight to the goal of Hertha Berlin. He grabbed the football from Fedler and grabbed it and ran to the middle circle. .
Not only the Maddie, but Hertha Berlin is a bit messy: what is he trying to do? Is Maddie leading?
Zhuo Yang ran back to the middle circle, pressed the football to the origin, and greeted his teammates to come back and kick off. The sense of crisis made his heart pounding, shaking his chest and feeling dull. Suddenly, thinking of something, Zhuo Yang once again stepped away from Lingbo, and just ran back to try to hug Gomez. He sprinted to the Fort Mady bench for a 100-meter sprint.
"What's going on there?" The anxiety in the words was obvious.
"1:0, Stuttgart! Still 1:0!" Assistant coach Mr. Woolf, who has been in charge of another news, reported good news.
But why am I still panicking? Before it was too late to think about it, Zhuo Yang was embraced by the teammates on the bench, and then the teammates on the court also swarmed. Gomez shouted out of the crowd: " , Let me hug!"
Zhuo Yang forced his head in the crowd: "Sir, sir. Brothers, we have to attack and score goals."
The players of Fort Mady are very excited, and the words are not in their heads. Score goals!
Only Uncle Klopp froze for a moment: "... OK, you can enter as many as you can, the more the more the insurance."
Zhuo Yang's most hope at the moment is to hurry up the kick, but Hertha Berlin refused to do so, and began to flexibly substitute for adjustment.
Head coach Falcao Gotz already knew that this game was like this, and there was no hope of defeat. The Hertha Berlin team can't say that they did not perform well, and even had completely played out what he wanted, but had no choice but to meet Madyburg in the same state. More critically, Zhuo Yang has become an unsolved existence.
Herce's ace Marcelinho and Zhuo Yang were evenly matched against each other from the beginning, and soon became teased and crushed, defensively swaying, and the offensive with heavy responsibility was even in Zhuo Yang. With his hands concealing nothing, he couldn't run at all, and it became apparent that he became a corpse of walking dead on the field at this moment.
Goetz gave up the game, knowing that he couldn't do it, and it wasn't something he had done like a mature, weathered man. With the waving of the flag, Hertha Berlin replaced Marcelinho, demonstrating an attitude of sincerity towards Fort Mady.
-You will create legendary steps, I will not stop. Congratulations, respectable Maddie!
However, perhaps it was God's will that Goetz didn't care about inserting the willow. He was replaced by an 18-year-old black midfielder in the echelon. It is too ugly to guard against Zhuo Yang so that his face will be missed, and there is not much time left anyway.
Prince Boateng stood on the sidelines and eagerly tried. The Ghanaian descent but born in West Berlin is the absolute main force of the current German u19 midfielder. His brother brother Jerome Boateng, one year younger, is German u17. The defender is also in the echelon of Hertha Berlin.
At first glance ~EbookFREE.me~ This unassuming black strong man surprised Zhuo Yang, because he felt the shadow of his brother butcher Nigel De Jong from Big Boateng. Regardless of technical characteristics, defensive style, selection card position and footing frequency, Big Boateng is very similar to the butcher, but he is stronger and higher than the butcher.
Brother Butcher De Jong is one of the toughest defenders Zhuo Yang has encountered since entering professional football.
The big Boateng who was in the first place of the Bundesliga made everyone shine. Zhuo Yang could not straighten him out with direct brutality or ancient spirits. He could only rely on observation on the field to find weaknesses and surrender with experience. However, this requires game time. .
In the midst of the entanglement, the regular time is over. Zhuo Yang watched the referee on the sidelines raise the 3-minute stoppage time electronic display card. This was the last 3 minutes of his first Bundesliga season and 3 minutes after the dust settled.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the stands, the noisy singing became chaotic, Zhuo Yang ‘giggled’ in his heart, and the feeling of restlessness suddenly hit again. News from the sidelines soon came, at the Munich Olympic Stadium, the piglet Schweinsteiger scored in the 90th minute.
Bayern Munich equalized the score!