'jean' is translated as 'Jean' or 'Jane' in English, such as Jane Eyre.
But in French, 'jean' is usually translated as 'jean'. Cote d'Ivoire is a French-speaking area, so Fulham Ivory Coast midfielder Jean Seri should be called 'Jean Seri'.
The 27-year-old Jean Seri comes from French Ligue 1 Nice and spent the highest fee of 27 million pounds for Fulham this summer. You must know that Mitrovic, the powerful striker who played for Newcastle United and the Serbian national team in the first half of the year, only spent 27 million pounds.
Farmers received 18 million.
In addition to his rough and dark appearance, Jean Seri looks a lot like David Silva in terms of height, body shape and playing style.
But both the Manchester City midfielders, Fedin and Feijing, are already familiar enough to have sex with each other directly. They spend more time with each other than with their wives.
But Fulham’s starting three midfielder today is Jean Seri, Macdonald, and Anguissa, none of whom knew each other a month ago.
The familiarity and tacit understanding of teammates are very important in passing and controlling football, especially in the midfield and frontcourt. That means passing routes in all directions, which means that you can pass and lead.
In the 39th second after the game started, Jean Sery dribbled the ball forward from the backcourt. He only hesitated because his teammates' receiving position was slightly unreasonable, and was cut off by the unreasonable Feiniao.
Fei was so demonic that he didn't look like a human being. The interception ball was so smooth. The two of them just passed each other. Fei shouted "Give way, give way" and gave up the football to Jean Sery.
Got him.
After losing the ball, Seri did not suffer from Fu Huan's disease, but he did not want to turn around and catch up with Fernando.
Fei Niao was so coquettish. He took the ball and strode into the penalty area. He just glanced at the inverted triangle and deceived the center defender Odoi's center of gravity. Then he decisively swept the ball in front of the goal, and the line was very deep.
Manchester City's front line did not have a fuel-efficient lamp. Sane, Akun and Zhuo Yang all outflanked the ball.
Feiniao's ball speed was too fast, and Sane and Akun were one step behind and couldn't keep up. Zhuoyang was just right at the back point, but there was Bettinelli in front of him who loved to play porcelain.
It can only be said that Bettinelli was very unlucky. He did not see Zhuoyang at the back post, but was shocked by the murderous Sane and Akun, and was deceived by Fei Niao's flirtatious look. He fell to the ground quite quickly, but still
A little bit worse.
The ground ball in the small penalty area missed the goalkeeper's armpit, and Zhuo Yang found it incredible.
So he didn't really want to score the goal, but he couldn't spit it out even if it reached his mouth. He was wasting food and the sky was thundering. He didn't wake up from his spring sleep, and every grain of it was hard work.
Zhuoyang spread his crotch sideways and did not make a shooting action. He let the football hit the heel of his left foot, then changed direction from his crotch and rolled into the goal.
1:0. To be honest, even Zhuo Yang felt a bit blushing after scoring such a goal.
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In the tunnel before the game.
Xu Erle asked: "Brother, why didn't you call me when you gathered at Brother Butcher's house last time?"
"Sanduo, you are so unreasonable." Zhuoyang said: "Look, the venue is your Brother Tu's house, and the wine, rice, noodles and cook are all provided by him. The party was initiated by grandpa, you and him
All in London."
"You don't blame your brother Mo, and you don't blame your brother Tu, but you blame me for not calling you? I just went there with two legs and one mouth, eating and drinking as much as I wanted, do you understand?"
"Hehehe, I'm kidding you."
"I know, you don't eat meat." Zhuo Yang also laughed and touched Xu Erle's head.
But Zhuo Yang was not sure whether Sanduo's accusation was a joke.
When the four brothers gathered at Tu Ye's house, Zhuo Yang actually asked if he wanted Sanduo to come with him. Grandpa moved to Tottenham, and Sanduo moved to Fulham, both of which were in London, so the timing was different.
But considering that Sanduo is now a vegetarian and that his brothers are far apart, Zhuo Yang didn't even call Debich. If he called Sanduo, should he call him Pogba? Should he call him Aubameyang and Kanter, who are also in London?
One less thing is worse than one more thing, so forget it.
The party was not an underground work, and there was no need to keep it secret. The media knew about it. But the other Madibao brothers didn't say a word, but Sanduo suddenly started to 'joke' today.
Zhuo Yang didn't know whether it was because he had been a vegetarian for many years or because of his career difficulties, which caused his inner sensitivity. Men should not be like this.
Schürrle was at his peak in 2014, and he has been on the decline since then. Last season, he was almost a marginal player in Dortmund. It’s quite sad to think about it. Sanduo was the youngest among Madiburg’s “four treasures” in the past, and he is only 28 this year.
Just years old.
However, after being loaned to Fulham, Sanduo became Jokanovic's main winger, playing from left to right in every game. After four Premier League games, he scored two goals.
"Sanduo, your goalkeeper is a bit crazy."
"The ignorant are fearless. Brother Zhuo, you will definitely score a goal today." Sanduo said, "I will definitely score a goal too."
"Okay, good luck."
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43% Fernando 33% Seri 23% Bettinelli 1% Zhuo Yang = goal
Zhuo Yang was holding back his energy to score a goal, and Bettinelli was holding back his energy to stop Zhuo Yang. As a result, he gave away the ball at the beginning, and Zhuo Yang picked one up.
For Bettinelli, this goal was a huge shame, but for Zhuoyang, the goal was a nondescript goal, a bit like a gift.
It was like a Man-Han banquet prepared, but when he took the first chopsticks, he ate a piece of ginger. He was a little angry.
After three minutes, Zhuo Yang went crazy.
Today, Manchester City's three midfielders are Fei Xib. All three of them are working very hard, and the passing and control tactics also require them to be three mules.
On the contrary, Zhuo Yang, the nominal right winger, was walking around the whole court, unlike before where he had to eat every opponent alive.
Manchester City's counterattack, Fei Xib, who was still in the backcourt just now, immediately covered up and surpassed Zhuoyang, who was supposed to finish at the front.
The ball passed through Fulham's two central defenders at a steep angle. Sane and Aguero shot out from the two ribs at the same time, rumbling on a small motorcycle.
But the seat B was a little too big, the motorcycle didn't catch up, and the football was caught in the penalty area by Bettinelli, who got angry and kicked away first.
You're a fucking goalkeeper, don't you have hands?
In fact, Bettinelli came out too hard and had no time to lower his waist, and it is engraved in the DNA of English goalkeepers to pass long balls to find counterattacks, and this is exactly what the passing coach dislikes the most.
Pass control would rather allow you to control the ball slowly and advance it with purpose than to tolerate a few blind long passes that hit the jackpot.
What's more, it hasn't been given yet.
Bettinelli was in a daze trying to find Schürrle on the right, but in desperation he was too straight and could not see the distance. The ball did not even pass the half-time, and he aimed at the center circle and fell down the arc.
Below is Zhuo Yang strolling.
There is plenty of time to observe whether there is anyone around to rob. For a skilled man like him, this is simply a crime.
The retreat of pressure from both sides was both organized and chaotic. A channel appeared between the line directly in front of Zhuoyang and the goal.
There's nothing to discuss, it's just a matter of doing it.
Close your eyes leisurely, take a deep breath, and hold your Dantian. Wait until the football is only ten centimeters away from the turf, then swing it up with your right foot!
Zhuo Yang, who closed his eyes, could see the football flying straight close to the ground, but others: What happened there?
Bertinelli: What are you going in for?
2:0. On the path where the football passes, if you compare it carefully, you will see that the color of the turf is slightly darker because it is slightly scorched.
95% Zhuo Yang 5% Bettinelli = goal
After confirming that it was indeed a dropped goal, Bettinelli's first reaction was to quickly wonder if he was responsible.
Do you think so? But it is human nature to blame Jokanovic. But it is human nature to blame others. Bettinelli shouted decisively at the two newcomers Seri and Anguissa in the midfield, blaming them for not doing so.
Close the door.
Jean Sery was still acknowledging the mistake for conceding the first goal, and Anguissa was too young, so neither of them refuted and pretended not to hear.
Close the door? Close it for the entire half. Do you think it’s your bedroom?
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It was 2:0 in less than five minutes. Zhuo Yang scored two goals. At this time, few people no longer doubted whether he could score another hat trick in this game.
For a super shooter, it is not difficult to score goals. What is difficult is to score consecutively in every game. And consecutive hat tricks are even more rare. Otherwise, Masashi Nakayama would not have won the victory with only four consecutive hat tricks.
Nice record.
Counting the Charity Shield and the Super Cup, Zhuo Yang has already won six consecutive games, and today he is in sight of his seventh consecutive game. This is definitely not a miracle, but a miracle.
Fans at the City Stadium and across the Premier League (except farm fans) are ready to welcome Zhuo Yang's record-breaking hat-trick.
For Zhuo Yang, he didn't want the three-body score to come so early, but who let the opening mouthful of ginger get to him, so he didn't care to speak first.
When he felt at ease, he naturally had to wear a hat. He never doubted that he could do it.
In the 20th minute, seat B broke through to the inverted triangle on the bottom line of the penalty area. Akun received the ball and was blocked by the Fulham defender. He had no chance. He cleverly faked a shot and passed the ball diagonally to the back point.
Silva is in position, but the half-high ball is difficult for him to handle.
Behind him, Zhuo Yang shouted: "Leak!" He then opened his posture and asked for the hat.
It's okay if he didn't shout. Once he called Silva, he straightened his front legs and kicked his back legs. He took a lunge and used his knees to drive the ball into the goal.
Zhuo Yang: "..."
David Silva turned around, stuck out his tongue and made faces at Zhuo Yang, looking like a bald gourd boy.
"You...are unjust..., you beast!"
Chasing and chasing Silva with a smile is totally out of character.
3:0, to be honest, today's Fulham team is very good. However, this conceded goal made Bettinelli feel a lot more comfortable, because it was not Zhuo Yang who scored the goal.
In the 29th minute, Silva reciprocated the favor. He made a small overhead pass after attacking from the left, and aimed a straight arc at Zhuo Yang's head, like a cruise missile.
He bent his legs and was ready to fly. When he saw Akun on the line in front of him, Zhuo Yang was afraid that he would do something bad, so he couldn't help shouting: "Leak!"
It's better not to shout.
Upon hearing this, the little boy Akun twisted his body and made an inverted hook, with his short legs like a kicker. Zhuoyang jumped in the air and was dodged with an "ouch" sound.
“Bang——bang~~~”
The football hit the crossbar and collapsed off the field.
Zhuo Yang: "..."
Akun: "I..."
"There are no good people in Argentina, they are... beasts!"
Akun curled his lips and shook his head: "I am willing~~"
Zhuo Yang chased A Kun playfully without any formality. When he met these two troublemakers, he also lost his temper.
Bertinelli gave a false alarm, and the rest of his life made him feel that his luck was back, that everything was back.
In the 36th minute, Zhuoyang stepped on the spot in the corner of the penalty area and made a fake move to get out of the way of Alfie Merson, the backbone of Swansea's defense last season, and then suddenly shot into the near corner of the goal.
Bettinelli finally had a few more tricks up his sleeve, and he saved the football with a crisp dive.
The far end spot was taken by Delph who was roped in. He played as a left back today.
Delph is an honest man and a good friend of Zhuoyang. Without any explanation, he kicked the ball with his instep and passed it to Zhuoyang, who was looking for a position deep in the penalty area.
Taking a step forward and blocking Mawson behind him, Zhuo Yang got ready to kick hard. But there was Sane on the line in front, so he shouted again in desperation: "Leak!"
I regretted it after shouting. These guys are full of bad ideas and are determined to cause trouble for themselves.
Since there was no chance, Zhuo Yang gave up his strength and dispersed his posture.
Silva and Akun dared to cause trouble because they had a good relationship with Zhuoyang. Sane asked himself that since they were not so close, he basically didn't have the guts to compete with Zhuoyang.
So he really missed it. He crossed his legs and let the goal pass, and the football passed through his crotch.
The distance between the two was so close that Zhuoyang broke up and took a breather. He had no time to react. The football missed Sane's crotch and then his legs. Mawson kicked him to clear the ball.
Zhuo Yang: "..."
Sane: "I..."
"Are you playing with me? You beast!"
Silva, Akun and other bad guys rushed up, pointing around Sane.
"Are you fucking stupid?"
The 22-year-old Leroy Sane was on the verge of tears: There are no good people in China, and there are no good people in Manchester City. I...I am just a child.
None of these guys were reliable, so Zhuo Yang decided to do it himself.
In the 41st minute, the Swallows dribbled the ball in the middle and passed Vietto and McDonald. The forward step forced Odoi to retreat sharply. Zhuo Yang, who stepped on the line of the penalty area, suddenly shot a cold arrow and hit the ball low.
Scurrying towards the goal like a sneaking snake.
We can learn from the sun and the moon. Seat B has good intentions. He ran horizontally in the penalty area to respond and also helped Zhuoyang open up the defense.
Zhuoyang's snake hit the heel of Seat B's running sideways, turned a corner and crashed into the goal.
Bertinelli: "..."
The linesman's decisive move to raise the flag made him burst into tears.
Seat B is offside. If the ball is not touched, it is overturned. If it is touched, it is overturned. This penalty is undisputed.
Zhuo Yang gritted his teeth: "You...beast!"
"Brother, you have to be reasonable. How can you blame me~"
If you use strong words to make excuses, it won't be unfair to beat you to death.
Sane finally found a punching bag. He came up and hurriedly fucked Seat B.
"You don't know how to hide? You don't know how to jump. You don't know how to stop..."
Zhuoyang, Akun, Silva, B: "Shut up, you beast!"
Chapter completed!