Zhuo Yang has never felt that there is anything wrong with the flames of the national derby, and he is not arrogant enough to think that he can resolve their feud by himself. Even if he had the ability, he would not do that.
Football is football, not Go.
Be rougher, be rougher! From the moment monkeys learn to walk upright when they come down from the trees, men are inherently more fond of being rough than women.
Zhuo Yang was very satisfied when he saw his acquaintances being beaten to a bloody pulp on the court. He received two yellow cards in just a few minutes. He thought he should do something. Everyone was adding firewood and the flames were high. Such a good time and beautiful scenery must not be let down.
National derby.
Zhuoyang looked at the Barcelona foxes scattered around like a cunning hunter.
Boss Mei? No, I can’t bear it.
Xiaobai? It still doesn’t work. I can’t give it a try.
Even people like Xavi, Abidal, and Mascherano have accumulated a lot of friendships in the past two years. At least there is no resentment. It is also difficult to turn against others and not take off their pants.
In fact, there is a little tacit understanding between Barcelona players and Zhuoyang.
Barcelona never plays softly against Real Madrid, and no one will be a good man or woman when it is time to take a black kick, and the same is true for Real Madrid. But between Zhuoyang and Zhuoyang, there will be no shortage of the defensive strength that each other should have, but the due attention must be paid.
have.
The Barcelona generals will not criticize Zhuo Yang, and Zhuo Yang will not criticize them. Although there are different paths in football, the friendship is still there. Of course, this tacit understanding is only based on the friendship of the past. People who have no common experience are not forgiven.
on the list.
Therefore, after watching a full circle, Zhuoyang first focused on Sanchez with great interest.
As soon as he entered a wealthy club, the Chilean Alexis Sanchez stepped into the ranks of stars after moving to Barcelona last summer. Before that, the small forward who was mixed with Udinese in Serie A was worthy of being an unknown player.
A big character.
Not to mention Sanchez, who only scored 8 goals in two seasons at Udinese, even Bierhoff, who was in the spotlight there, only truly entered the ranks of superstars after arriving at AC Milan.
The bonus effect of wealthy clubs on individual players has always been the difference between heaven and earth.
Sanchez has become a star, but he remains as humble as ever, because he knows very well that in Barcelona, ​​​​which is used to winning, even a dog is better than him. He can catch a ride on the six-time crown, and he must be in awe.
Especially Zhuoyang, who has experienced Serie A and Barcelona like him, is a god-like existence in Sanchez's mind.
But his admiration ended on the day of the first El Clasico in 2012.
Sanchez, who is 168 tall, may not necessarily be the most flexible under 170. Boss Mei will express his dissatisfaction at first, but he must like to touch the ball with his head the most. Although Messi disdains this, he is still convinced.
In the 20th minute, Fabregas made a 45-degree pass from the left. Sanchez made the mistake of dodging Carvalho, who was pulling him, and rushed the ball at the penalty spot. The football bounced off the ground and rubbed Casillas' fingertips.
It passed by, and amid the screams of the Bernabeu, it hit the goal post and missed the baseline.
After secretly saying it was a pity, Sanchez still felt quite satisfied.
Zhuo Yang was also very satisfied, thinking that it was him.
Puyol's overhead pass flew forward along the wing. His footwork was well controlled, the landing point was precise and he rebounded backwards to decelerate, allowing Sanchez to take the ball calmly after the speed started.
But after Zhuo Yang focused on this side, things became no longer so easy.
At the same time as Puyol kicked off, Zhuoyang started moving in the direction of the landing point. He was even more familiar with Puyol's mid-to-long passes than Sanchez.
Sanchez caught up with the football in three strides, and the ball bounced back right in front of him at shoulder height.
Of course he is very good with his feet. The striker from South America has a feeling for football like a cat and a ball of yarn. They are a natural match.
But Sanchez still plans to use his head. This is where he is different from the cat.
Sanchez has no intention of teasing or getting rid of Zhuoyang. He is very self-aware, and because he is full of admiration for Zhuoyang, he must avoid people he can't offend.
He wants to throw the ball to Iniesta who comes inside to meet him, which is very reasonable.
Zhuo Yang felt that Sanchez was not only reasonable, but also very sensible. The way he bent down and stuck his head out reminded Zhuo Yang of the chicken that greeted the weasel in the New Year.
It is reasonable for Sanchez to think that he can poke the ball out with his head, but it is more reasonable for Zhuoyang's big feet to destroy the ball a little faster than him, like Pirlo.
What a pity, Zhuoyang's huge feet had no time to close the ball after he kicked the ball out of the sideline. Sanchez's passionate head swing directly hit the soles of his feet.
‘Boom!’
Sanchez thought he had been slapped on the left side of the face by a giant axe. His world instantly became dark, and the look of him falling upside down was very poetic.
After all, Zhuo Yang is the kindest among the generals on the Real Madrid field. If others kick others in the face, they will quickly find excuses for themselves, or simply accuse the victim of cheating, but Zhuo Yang puts his foot down.
The first time I chose to comfort Sanchez was very smooth.
"Ouch, what are you talking about? Little brother, are you okay? ... A young player with such extraordinary talent like you will be fine. I was very optimistic about you when I was in Serie A."
Before Sanchez could even cry out, he was forcibly lifted up from the ground by Zhuoyang. Out of pride and reserve, Sanchez forced a smile out of instinct. Although his head was still covered, the stands around the Bernabeu were moving rapidly.
Rotate.
Half of the left side of Sanchez's face was swollen, with distinct shoe nail marks on it.
Iniesta couldn't stand it anymore, so he squeezed over and asked resentfully, "Zhuoyang, with your ability, you can easily intercept the football, why bother kicking him in the face?"
Zhuo Yang was very impatient. "Brother Bai, please tell your conscience. With such a big group of people, who else can I kick if I don't kick them? Should I kick you? I'm still not a human being! Can you please be reasonable?"
Iniesta suddenly felt like an idiot, then shook his head with satisfaction and walked away.
Messi on the far end shook his head and smiled, smiling very secretly. He remembered that after Zhuoyang came to Barcelona from Milan, the first time he didn't kick the ball on the court and chased and kicked someone because he was kicked in the face.
That day, Zhuo Yang kicked Bilbao into a frenzy, and half of the team was kicked by him.
Perhaps it was because his head was so groggy that his logic could not flow smoothly. Sanchez didn't understand why his teammates didn't come around to boo him this time.
Sanchez wanted to sit on the ground and take a rest, but Zhuo Yang held his shoulders tightly, preventing him from sitting down.
Because his head was swollen, Sanchez was not sure whether Zhuoyang did this intentionally, but after seeing Zhuoyang's warm smile, he thought it must be unintentional.
Zhuo Yang's friendly move also deceived the referee Mr. Fernandez. Not to mention the yellow card, he didn't even give a free kick, but just signaled Barcelona to send a side kick.
Chapter completed!