Vol 2 Chapter 2: Pointless hat trick

This time even Zhuo Yang felt a bit creepy. The Fort Maddie vaguely heard of the AD Arena during the past six months. From time to time, unclean things appeared, but no one took it seriously. After all, pseudoscience, his own home The heat is busy enough, as a joke talk about the left ear into the right ear out.
But being there on the scene today, it happened that such an evil thing happened, and it would be impossible for anyone not to whisper. Zhuo Yangxin said: Forget it, don't dare to come again, heaven and earth...
You can't help him!
Seeing that the game was about to end in the first half, Zhuo Yang had already thought about it and told Uncle Zha that he would rest in the second half, which made me unable to hide. Ibisevich took the ball and entered the penalty area of ​​Hanover 96. He swung left and right to take a shot, and Enke set his post early to seal the angle. At this point everything is normal, there are no strange things to appear, whether the goal is scored or not, it is reasonable.
Tanat reached the ball and hooked Ibisevich to the ground.
Zhuo Yang: "..."
"Ibisher, you go to punish, you create what you go, nothing is okay, you punish it." Zhuo Yang firmly refused to penalize this penalty, courtesy Ibisevich.
The boy from Bosnia and Herzegovina happily pressed the football on the twelve yards. Before he put it, he kissed it. Zhuo Yang stood on the line of the big penalty area and hung his arms akimbo.
Fort Maddie's backup center soft shot pushed the dead end, and Robert Enk judged that he ran in the direction and shot the football with one hand. Dabrovsky was clever and clever in the 96 midfield of Hannover. He was the first to rush forward to counterattack and counterattack. In the face of Ibisevich, he was angry and tried to fight back. Dabrovsky raised his big feet and rushed to the frontcourt. :you go! The football is coming towards where Zhuo Yang stands.
Zhuo Yang didn't even think about going to make up shots, don't scare yourself anymore, if the sky is old and the sky is old, the evil spirits are vicissitudes.
Seeing that Dabrovsky made a big foot to make a clearance, Zhuo Yang quickly turned around to let the ball out of the line. In order to narrow the range of the attack, he also bowed his head and lowered his upper body.
So, the football was banging on his buttocks slamming back, how fast he came and how fast he went, and grunt went back to the goal.
Zhuo Yang: "..." can't care about the pain in the and egg.
Enke stood on the goal line, slumped his shoulders and dropped his arms, his eyes were dull, and there was no changeable expression, and his face was numb.
Enough, enough, I’ve had enough!
Zhuo Yang rubbed his and stepped forward to comfort his good friend: "Robert, it's not your fault, it's a bit evil today..."
"Zhuo Yang, Chengdong opened a new sushi. I will invite you to eat it at night, okay?" Enke still looked dull, like despair, bleak, full of sorrow, empty.
Zhuo Yang: "..."
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In the second half, Zhuo Yang didn't want to play again. They all went to 4:0, and he also staged one of the most inexplicable hat tricks. What do you want to do? After the goal just now, the boos appeared in the AD Arena. This was really the first time, and it also showed that Hanover fans began to be dissatisfied with him.
He doesn’t have a lot of people who want to come. A bunch of young boys and girls are rushing to try, especially a group of perennial dead benches who are rushing to go up and practice their hands. They don’t think how horrible the haunting is. Is it horrible to play?
In the end, Ozil, the big-eyed, moved the heavens, the earth and the uncle. He replaced Zhuo Yang and took off at the front waist.
Uncle Zha is also a sensible person. He saw the abnormal phenomenon on the field in the first half. This matter must not be more true. I can’t figure out which way to offend the gods. Besides, they all hit 4:0, what about the good face? Well said good distant relatives are worse than close neighbors? After thinking about it, Uncle Zha simply played it out. Before the opening of the second half, another two main forces were urgently withdrawn-Bacchus Zhirkov and Oreham Sik.
The reason is absolutely because the people who replace them are not the regular counterparts of Derby, Barnetta, Ritter, and Mad Dog. Even if they rounded the beads and looked at their uncle, they didn’t take care of it, just arrived. Two black boys Gabriel Mudingai and Alexander Song Phi of the first team were on the line.
The two brothers are stupid and can't believe this is true.
Uncle Zha has a good abacus. The nets are just two knives in the frontcourt. Let them go and run. The backcourt is the main force. This is the foundation to ensure that the team does not concede goals in succession or even an unbelievable overturn. We must not Go for AC Milan. This is the ball, so steady!
However, thousands of calculations, I forgot that these four are all raw melon eggs whose noses are burning with excitement. .
In the 52nd minute, Mudingai ran in front to win a corner for Fort Mady. The big guys in the backcourt didn't come up, and several boys went to toss. Corner kicked out with big eyes, but Ibisevic, Mudingai, and Xiao Song all failed to compete for the point and was headed out by Hannover 96 captain Tannat. Hedila, who guards outside the penalty area and guards against counterattacks, sees that the football is flying towards him.
The kick in the first half was too stinky. If the goal was not turned around and the ball would fly directly out of the sideline, it would become a scandal. With a bite and a wit, Hedira focused on holding the ball firmly this time. Ideally, the football is flying fast with its turf in front of the goal.
However, I just wanted to kick the ball straight, but I forgot all the legs in that direction and height. This kind of ball will be blocked by the leg for 999 shots, but now it is the only one.
I don’t know how many crotches I wore or how many heels I touched. I can’t tell how many footballs were dodged on the knees. No one will understand the pain of football at this time. Newton can’t figure out the Intel six-core notebook. How many weird accelerations it has experienced. Enke couldn't see where the football was at all, only that everyone in the penalty area was flashing, and it seemed that the turf was burning red.
In the end, football appeared in the goal. No one knows how it appeared there, no one knows who made it last there, and no one even knows when it appeared there.
Enke's feet were as wide as his shoulders, his knees were slightly crouched in a semi-squat position, his arms were stretched forward and his palms were stretched out, and he turned his head to look at the football, the expression that looked like the first encounter with it.
For a while, Enke slapped each other with a slap in the palm of his hand and smirked in his mouth: "Hey!"
"Clamp to death-to death, torn to death. Jump, wipe, jump, wipe!" He sang a cheerful ballad.
There was silence in the stands of the AD Arena, and even Fort Maddie fans were embarrassed to coax again, 5:0, bullying the neighbors like this, it seems not a glorious thing.
Do you think this is over?