"Shame! Big shame!" Grandpa Mo jumped up in the locker room and cursed: "I've never seen such a damn thing like you."
Not only Grandpa Mo, but after Lamela finished explaining what he just said to Zhuo Yang, all his teammates and coaches thought he was a fool.
But at this time, Lamela still felt aggrieved. Originally, he wanted to express friendship with Zhuoyang, which was a familiar and intimate relationship. After all, emotional intelligence and football do not use the same genius path, and they are always the same.
"I saw you joking with him like this...you can say it, why can't I say it?"
Grandpa Mo was so angry that he laughed on the spot. He simply couldn't understand how a person's understanding of the world could be so low.
"I can still have sex with him, do you want to try?" Grandpa Mo said: "What is my relationship with Zhuo Yang? Can you compare with me? Zhuo Yang is the godfather of my second daughter. I went to China to see Zhuo Yang and his elder
Dad regards me as his own son, and you compare me to that?"
Grandpa Mo continued his intimate relationship with Versailles: "I went to Cheshire, and Zhuo Yang's wife could chat with me in her pajamas. Can you compare with me?"
The eyes of the bad guys at Tottenham suddenly showed envy and fascination, including Pochettino.
"...Please help me explain it to him, I really don't have it..." Lamelaru said.
Uncle Bo saw that the own goal was not easy to deal with, so he stepped forward to smooth things over. He was the only Argentinian in the team, so he had to protect his fellow countryman. "Old Mo, Eric is not usually like this. He talks but does not mean it, so go ahead.
Just explain it to Zhuo Yang."
Eric Lamela indeed has no precedent of racial discrimination. There are many bad people in Argentina, but Lamela is not among them. He is just showing off.
"Am I his father? Shall I explain it to him? Sir Bo, I am just unlucky to be a teammate with this kind of guy. Otherwise, I would be the first to kill him without Zhuo Yang taking action."
My grandfather's ambition was to join politics. He has been hypocritically raising his ambitions over the years, and behaved like a loyal elder. But at this moment, the evil tiger with a fierce look reminded the Tottenham dressing room that he had been the same in the world.
Someone with a bad reputation.
According to the dark legend in football, in the past in the Manchester United dressing room, Grandpa Mo beat Anderson in front of Ferguson and knocked him unconscious to the ground.
Not to mention ordinary people, even ruthless people can't accomplish this feat. Is Sir Alex Ferguson a fake? And the matter is not far away. What happened in 2009 is closer than Tottenham's last championship.
"Substitute him. If he plays against Zhuoyang in the future, don't let him play, and you can't sit on the bench."
"No way, Zhuo Yang is so narrow-minded..."
"Who are you talking about?" Grandpa Mo glared at Uncle Bo, then turned around and continued to scold Lamela: "You think about it for yourself. If you dare to show up in the second half, Zhuo Yang will definitely destroy you reasonably and legally. You will be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life.
Damn it. Don’t blame me for not reminding you later.”
"Wipe up your shit yourself, otherwise you don't need to say hello to Zhuo Yang. There will be a large number of people on the court rushing to destroy you, and you can't escape."
"I..." Lamela is a pretty good football player, but his personality is a bit addictive. He often can't help but get into some nonsensical troubles, but once he really gets into trouble, he becomes very timid.
There is absolutely no irony of Ronaldo here, please don’t make blind assumptions.
"Oh -" Uncle Bo sighed: "Then let's change it."
Tottenham played well overall in the first half, and Lamela's performance was considered the best among them. Only in terms of competitiveness, Uncle Bo was a little sad to replace him.
He was okay on the court, but Son Heung-min, who had never had a status in the locker room, his eyes lit up: Fuck me, fuck me quickly...
The ever-confident Korean media always hypes up the East Asian derby every time it comes to Manchester City and Tottenham, and this time is no exception. Hundreds of people have long been looking forward to Sun's duel with Zhuo Yang today.
Uncle Bo looked over, and Brother Sun immediately tightened his stockings consciously.
"Chris, come on."
Son Heung-min: "..."
Christian Eriksen: "Roger that."
Brother Sun's socks are pulled up to his crotch. Thumbs up for the elasticity.
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"Strike! Let's strike." Guardiola roared in the visiting team's locker room with a high-pitched voice: "Oh my god, why don't you give me a chance to do this? It's racial discrimination, you're too brave."
"Let's go on strike! Firmly protest! Strongly condemn! Express strong indignation! Let the FA sentence him to a lifetime ban, and let the FA sentence Tottenham to 0:3."
Zhuo Yang: "..." Lao Gua's excitement may be more about 0:3 than justice.
Manchester City people collectively can't understand, are there still people who discriminate against Zhuoyang these days? Only my father has always discriminated against others, okay?
Zhuoyang is the face of Manchester City. If you can't think about it, don't think about it. Being insulted is like having shit thrown at the door of your home, but no man can bear it.
"What a fool -" Debich let out a strange scream and took the lead in rushing out. The Brazilian gang followed closely, and the rest of the group did not slow down much. The old and young men were holding chairs, cups, and milk in their hands.
Pots, towels, shower gel, and other murder weapons were needed to break into the Tottenham dressing room and eliminate harm to the people.
"Stop -" Zhuo Yang was so helpless. He was being insulted for no reason, but he had to coax his own gang of bears, including the careless Guardiola.
Like Grandpa Mo in the locker room next door, Zhuo Yang has to worry about some worries that he shouldn't worry about. Alas - it's not that the years are peaceful, it's that someone is carrying the burden for you.
"It doesn't matter who you're playing against or what game you're playing, please be more mature, okay? Football is not about fighting and killing, it's about human relationships."
"The game should be played, and we must be responsible to the fans at the scene, and to the audiences around the world watching TV and online live broadcasts. We are all gentlemen, and we pay attention to persuading others with morality. Don't worry about it, I will destroy him in the second half
His legs will make him sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."
Manchester City soldiers praised Zhuo Yang, a gentleman.
It's very hypocritical, and I'm not talking about Zhuo Yang. Except for a few that are true, the indignation and impulsiveness shown by most people in Manchester City are all expressions of their own positions at the right time.
But this is human nature, and it is normal. When everyone is burning or pretending to be burning, don't stand up and speak out for justice, because what you call justice is just your own self-righteous justice, not collective justice.
So Zhuoyang is also a kind person. His persuasion with humiliation gave everyone the opportunity to borrow the donkey from the slope. Otherwise, he would just sit there and sulk and see what happens to these yelling people.
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After the half-time break, when the Manchester City crowd walked out of the tunnel, their eyes were still glaring fiercely at Tottenham, searching for Lamela like a radar.
Grandpa Mo impatiently said, "Go away, go away" and drove the person away. He walked straight to Zhuo Yang and put his arm around his shoulders.
"Brother, that's what happened. That guy is a fool..."
After listening to Grandpa Mo's explanation, Zhuo Yang couldn't laugh or cry. He really didn't expect such weird racial discrimination.
"Oh, did I get scolded for nothing?"
"Come on, it's such a big deal. You have to argue with a fool, and you have insulted your identity. He won't come in the second half, and he will avoid you in the future. I will let him give his own explanation later, and you can just take it as a fart and let it go.
"
"Well, you stinky German guy, you are a good hand with Xinni, but you are a maggot from Lower Saxony..."
Jesus next to him happened to hear it clearly, and his eyes suddenly became cold.
Zhuoyang was alert and warned Shunyou loudly: "If you dare to follow me and learn how to speak, I will beat you to death."
Chapter completed!