‘Ding thudding’! Matrazi was kicked back again. Kuangsha Literature Network
Fortunately, Zhuo Yang's others took off their sneakers and held them in their hands. Now there were only socks on their feet, otherwise the six shiny shoe nails would definitely be enough for Matrazi to drink a pot.
This time, Zhuo Yang did not wait for him to pounce on him, and threw away Pique and Qiwo who were trying to persuade him to fight. He chased after him and made Matrazi retreat step by step, and he had no power to fight back at all.
Pique hugged Zhuo Yang's back, Ziwo held his left arm to death, and Stankovic wanted to ride on his right arm. But even so, it could not stop Zhuo Yang from having one leg after another.
He dragged him forward, and Matrazi still couldn't help.
Balotelli didn't say that he could help, he got excited and jumped and shouted: "Beat him, Brother Zhuo beat him! I'll go with you to Barcelona, ​​I'll follow you tonight, this dog
I can't stay in the place for a day. Beat him..."
There was a mess in the passage, and suddenly, 'Bang!' "Ouch!"
A sneaker flew over and was hitting Pique's head, causing him to feel carefree.
Seeing that Etoo didn't hit the main owner, he didn't say sorry to Pique. He was still fierce and evil, and he leaned against Zhuo Yang. "You're crazy, you're crazy!" This posture was to help the horse.
Trazi assists in punching.
Before he could squeeze in, 'Bang!' A stinky sneaker flew over and was hitting his face, and the nails almost pulled out his eyes.
Ibrahimovic was flirted!
Etoo, who had eaten his shoes and slapped his face, turned his gun straight away and collided with Ibrahimovic, who was thinking of this. In an instant, his fists were swung all over the sky, and the two of them fought to the point of equal battle.
Messi, Bruce Jr., Pedro, Boyan, and the good kids in Inter Milan were all stunned. They had never seen such a fight in their entire lives. Didn’t they say that they would start talking and scolding for a long time?
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The other teams were divided into two groups of people who pulled their own, but these four were all powerful beef tendons and could not be pulled open at all.
Zhuo Yang still dragged three sandbags to kick Matrazi happily. Ibrahimovic could not use his Taekwondo black belt at all. He and Etoo dazzled the turtle punch, but most of them fell on it.
On the person who is pulling the squad.
Zhuo Yang seized the opportunity to kick Matrazi over the ground with his whip legs, then dragged Pique and the other three to turn around, raised his legs and stepped on Etoo's face in the cracks. Who the hell are you
Onion, why are you fighting in this passage? Don’t you go to Toti to inquire?
Zhuo Yang's kick made Etoo and the people who were fighting beside him twitch and took a few steps back. "duang!" Another kick, kicking it in the mouth, sounded a bell.
Zhuo Yang is so famous here. Inter Milan people know that he beat the entire Roma team alone in this channel, so people who are not very familiar with him should not help Etoo and Matrazi, but even persuade them to fight.
They didn't dare to come to Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang kicked Etoo three times, and Matrazi got up. Zhuo Yang turned around and dragged three sandbags to kick him again, kicking him over to the ground in two seconds, then turned back and kicked E.E.
Too, he ran and kicked it to the ground.
Pique, Zivo and Stan are almost collapsed. The three brothers are almost completely dragged on the ground, but they still can't stop him from kicking this and that, and Matrazi and Etoo have not fought back together.
force.
Messi was stunned and frightened. The admiration in his eyes looked at Zhuo Yang with horror: How could this be a person? It was clearly a tractor that was reincarnated by mammoths!
In the moment of great pleasure, the "Hulala" several respected late-returning people finally came back and stood in front of Zhuo Yang without saying a word. He saw: Yes, I can't kick it anymore, no one of these people can be touched.
Sanetti, Puyol, Cesar, Macon, Monte, and the second brother were holding a bright and white fire axe in his hands.
Five people were separated by Matrazi, Etoo and Zhuo Yang, Ibrahimovic, whoever wanted to do anything would have to go past them. But before the five people could speak, Balotelli was like a rabbit.
He jumped in front of him with a sound.
"Second brother, second brother. I can't stay in this terrible place anymore. Today I will go to AC Milan with you..."
‘Ba!’ Meng Er slapped him back into the stomach with a backhanded slap. “Get out!”
Because of Inter Milan's serious mistakes in work, Meng Er was sold to his mortal enemy by "jiàn). This is now Inter Milan's taboo, and no one dares to mention it in public.
Looking at Eto'o who was still trying quickly, the second brother raised his axe and shouted: "Who the fuck does it again, don't blame me for being rude. Zhuo Yang, you are the same!"
Who dares to stand up to the point of being a sword? Only I, General Meng! The second brother and the axe in his hand immediately calmed down the scene. Etoo was so scared that he didn't dare to move forward. Matrazi stood up and stood there.
, there was a silence in the passage.
Zhuo Yang doesn't care, he's tired of playing anyway. And who is the second brother? Who can't give him face if he doesn't give him face? Besides, Zhuo Yang is just impulsive, not a mess. He knows that the second brother is actually right
Everyone is well.
Ibrahimovic had a little blue eye, but he didn't care. Eto'o's whole face turned blue. Just now, Ibrahimovic took advantage of a few laps while being kicked by Zhuo Yang.
Seeing that he couldn't fight any longer, Puyol and Sanetti breathed a sigh of relief. "At this point, we will go back to our own houses and our own locker room."
Three 'bangs!', Pique, Zivo, Stan finally let go. The three of them fell to the ground and were almost exhausted. Zhuo Yang was not as tired as the three of them.
The people on both sides slowly dispersed, and Balotelli stood in the corner of the wall and looked at Zhuo Yang, and then looked at his second brother. Pique was lying on the ground, panting: "Xiao Bu, Xiao Bu comes to help me
, Oh my mom is so tired.”
"I'll help you." Zhuo Yang reached out and helped Pique up, put his arms around and turned around.
"Marco, we're even."
Matrazi was unpredictable, and the ninja was full of bones and snorted in his nose, and then turned toward the locker room. After walking, he had nothing to do with Zhuo Yang's mountain and water, and the road was facing the sky.
"You!" Zhuo Yang looked at Etoo again: "Grandson, if you don't agree, you will choose the venue. Whether it's Milan or Barcelona, ​​grandpa will have enough fun with you."
Eto'o's lips were trembling with anger, but he could only be angry but had no choice. Today I understood that Zhuo Yang's reputation for fighting was indeed not false. If he really wanted to place an order with him, he might not be enough.
toss.
"Zhuo Yang, okay, let's go back first." The second brother winked at him.
Zhuo Yang and Pique leaned against each other and walked towards the locker room. Team Pu pulled Ibrahimovic, Team Sa pulled Etoo, and the second brother pinched Balotelli's neck and dispersed.
Zhuo Yang staged the second season of the 'San Siro Channel Battle'. Although it was not like the whole team that year, he just beat Matrazi and Etoo on the pretext of being a slap in the face.
It has a very strong meaning. In this way, he became less involved with Inter Milan, and except for his former old friends, he became divorced from others.
This fight has affected many people. With today's precedent, no one from Inter Milan will beat Balotelli again, but he can't stay here anymore, and it's inevitable that he will leave in the summer.
After this battle, Etoo completely got married with Barcelona. From then on, he never met, and he was a stranger when he saw him again.
Chapter completed!