In fact, it was no longer a football game at this time. There were no football players standing beside them watching monkeys playing, and there were still 100,000 people making excuses.
But the scene that happened at this national derby that was broadcast live to the world is worth everyone's deep thought: Why does Zhuo Yang want to play, and everyone present let him play, both Barcelona and Real Madrid give him extremely face.
There is no bottom line.
Neymar opened his eyes wide and waited for the colorful smoke to storm. He just now got up "puff".
Zhuo Yang suddenly stretched forward with his left foot, dragged his right foot behind and gently hooked the football outward.
This is not like a smoke-taking action? Where is the butterfly? What are you doing?
He carried the football back to the inside with his right foot. After the football was pulled back, it was gently flicked, and then it was pinched between his feet, and Zhuo Yang was relieved.
rainbow!
This vengeful guy also wants to use this trick to rainbow me!
Neymar hurriedly retreated, Zhuo Yang's slump was much taller than him, obviously this rainbow was big and far away.
Without caring about Zhuo Yang's plan to rush over from, Neymar hurriedly looked up to find Hongqiao, so I had to see how he died, right?
Hey, where is the rainbow?
There is nothing in the sky. Apart from the dark sky in Barcelona, ​​there is no way to see even a rainbow candy, let alone the rainbow bridge.
Oops, I was fooled.
Zhuo Yang's slap was wiped out to the sky, but he only lifted up a ball of air. The football was lying on the ground without moving, as quiet as a sleeping cat.
Neymar quickly braked again, and the brakes in reverse were equivalent to self-braking. The shaking was too fierce, Neymar had no choice but to do so. When his legs were weak, he spread himself on the ground in a twisted shape.
Zhuo Yang then slowly calmed down again, his movements as gentle as a donkey in tenderness.
A small and enchanting and exquisite rainbow bent over Neymar's head, as illusory as he saw in the park fountain when he was a child.
Zhuo Yang took back the rainbow at the other end of the bridge, and Neymar had not yet woken up from his confusion. Don't worry, I'll wait for you.
Zhuo Yang is very proud, not only proud that he has not lost in the field of showing off his life, but also proud that the audience is very proud of him.
It seems that I have not been in vain in Barcelona and Real Madrid. If you want to play on such an important occasion, you will give me three points of thin air.
However, not!
Before the idea was finished, Zhuo Yang was still smiling and waiting for Neymar to get up from the ground. Suddenly, he was squeezed from behind. The force was not strong, but the football under his feet was lost.
Looking back, it turned out to be Xiao Bu. Busquets stole the football without hesitation.
Zhuo Yang then realized and hurriedly rushed to chase him, but Xiao Bu directly took the ball. This was Real Madrid's backcourt, and everyone was watching the show just now.
Zhuo Yang did not catch up. After Scar Ribery received the pass at the other end of the penalty area, he took a step and shot from outside the corner of the penalty area.
Scar's footing method, especially when no one is interfering, is not ordinary tricky.
It was simply a world wave, and it made the octopus Lopez feel boring, Barcelona 2:0.
Zhuo Yang was stunned, while Zhuo Yang's teammates were stunned.
The thief Xiao Bu had already pressed his lips and smiled to pull Neymar up, and Scar simply laughed so hard that he was out of breath.
After playing for a long time, is this a win or a loss? I won Neymar, but the fuck 0:2, Xiao Bu, you are not authentic, Xiao Bu...
Zhuo Yang has no shame to see his teammates. He doesn't know who to be angry. Can he blame Xiao Bu? If I were to steal ten of them, I wouldn't have to.
He could only hook his head on his navel and move his face to the position, preparing to kick off the ball. However, after Xiao Bu finished celebrating, he ran over and hugged him with a smile.
"Old Zhuo, sorry, hesitate~, I can't help it, sorry, hesitate~"
"Xiao Bu, you...I...is not authentic..."
“实在对不住,你知道我偷你一个有多不容易,回头你揍我一顿都行.老卓,我……我……我爱你,嗤嗤~”
Then Xiaojie, Xiaobai, Boss Mei, Dan Erye, and Ade came to hug Zhuo Yang in turn. If everyone hadn't had a happy face, it would have been like saying goodbye to the body.
The Camp Nou stands has become a sea of ​​joy. Barcelona fans do not think Zhuo Yang is hateful or pitiful at this time, they only feel that he is very cute.
The body said goodbye and ended after Scar came and kissed Zhuo Yang on the forehead. This was not like a national derby in the competitive sense.
A few minutes later, at the end of the first half, Zhuo Yang walked back to the locker room in shame.
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In the Barcelona locker room, everyone was comforting Neymar who was defeated.
Scar said: "Don't do it recklessly when passing the ball. Mamma criticizes it in this house. Who dares to say that Zhuo Yang can get it one-on-one? I can't do it either. You pass the ball when he comes up, it's that simple."
Boss Mei said: "I can't do it either. Scar is right. Zhuo Yang comes up again. You just happen to use his time to leave the middle lane to move around, don't do it hard anymore."
How could Neymar not understand these principles? If he really doesn't understand, it would be impossible for him to kick football all the way to Barcelona. It's nothing more than meeting Zhuo Yang whom he has admired for a long time. The young man couldn't help but feel itchy for a while, and then Zhuo Yang was
It was a deviation.
Anyway, Barcelona led 2:0 in the first half, Neymar scored the first record, and he also made some contributions to the second goal. In terms of actual contribution, he was a little bigger than Scar, ranking first in the team, Scar
Although the ball is beautiful, it is too easy after all.
Of course, the happiest thing is Scar and Xiao Bu. They still can't close their legs until now.
Zhuo Yang naturally couldn't laugh. As soon as he returned to the locker room, Ancelotti looked at him with resentful eyes. Zhuo Yang quickly clasped his hands and admitted his mistake: mine.
The score of 0:2 is very troublesome, because it means that it is highly likely to lose to Camp Nou today. I am 2 points behind Barcelona before the game, and once I lose, the gap will become 5 points. Although it is far from the end of the world, compared with
It was a big short distance from 13 points behind at most last season, but how could I use this as an excuse?
Playing is small, and the results are big. Last season has been wasted. It is unreasonable to not win anything this season.
I apologized to the entire locker room in a proper manner, but I can't blame Zhuo Yang for being accused of being a monkey after watching the show. But if I fall behind by two goals, there must be a big man to take the blame, Zhuo Yang is the most suitable.
There is nothing wrong with An Pang's tactical arrangement. Neymar's goal was an accident, and Scar's even more unexpected, and it has nothing to do with tactical play. Ancelotti can only avoid making adjustments and continue to play in the second half before watching.
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When he walked out of the passage after the rest, Zhuo Yang met Neymar. After thinking about it, he went up and said hello.
"Little brother, you are very good. Just just kidding me, don't mind."
"Lao Zhuo, you are indeed very strong. I... admire you very much."
Zhuo Yang smiled and patted Neymar on the shoulder. Before he could even show the old senior's poem, he heard someone behind him say, "Who is the son of the turtle mind? I'm leading 2:0. What do you need to mind?
Hahaha~”
Zhuo Yang's teeth increased: "Little brother, don't interact with such bad guys, and don't shake hands with him."
"Oh, why?"
"He never uses paper after he finishes shit. Guess which hand he will use?"
Chapter completed!