The Lion King Song didn't take any advantage in front of the tall guy Jan Kohler in the entire game today, and was often forced out of position by the Czech center's flexible movements. Of course, Kohler wouldn't be able to take advantage of the head-to-head confrontation between the two. Don't look at Lao

Song was much shorter than him, but with that body of sinew, he looked like a male rhinoceros once he collided.

Kohler relied on his height and running awareness to bully the Lion King, while Rigbert Lao Song had the upper hand in terms of muscles and strength. Later, Jan Kohler was a little scared of being hit, and he began to be timid to challenge the Lion King.

Song is really amazing. He is the first defender in the world who can make the giant Jan Kohler fearful.

The Lion King had already suppressed his anger, and when he saw the football flying, he clicked backwards and shouted in three resonances with great energy: "My————!!"

The first is to scare the opponent, I am bound to win. The second is to inform my teammates not to come and compete with me. Puff Lewis and Ibisevic who happened to be around him originally wanted to compete for this point together, but they heard Lao Song say something like this

, suddenly one by one, he was clever and turned around to block Evanilson and Medel aside, leaving everything to Lao Song to settle everything.

At this time, Jan Kohler, who was forced to return to the penalty area to participate in the defense of the high ball, had to grit his teeth and have a one-on-one duel with Lion King Song. I saw two giant axes rising from the ground at the same time, and they were like two mountain peaks colliding with each other.

Bang. Old Song was risking his life, but Kohler felt guilty. He felt like he was slapped by a granite door panel, and his lungs were almost knocked out of his mouth.

The 2.02-meter-tall Jan Kolepin fell down while patting the ball, and the lion king Lao Song's big black and golden hair almost exploded the football.

If this goal is not scored, there will be no justice. The eighteenth generation of Lao Song has never done anything harmful to nature. The Golden Retriever Lion King scored with a bang, and the Golden Retriever Lion King fell to the ground. Immediately, Lao Song rushed towards Yang who was lying on the ground.

The giant roared: "Fuck, your father and I are exhausted!"

As a well-known figure in the international football world, Kohler couldn't stand this anger. He jumped up and said, "Whose father is forcing you?"

"Mom, that jerk is your father!" As they spoke, their hands got stuck on each other's necks.

Zhuo Yang rushed forward and pushed Jan Kohler's hand away: "Let me go!" He was blatantly offending.

As a result, the Madiborg people didn't care about celebrating, and the Dortmund people didn't care about feeling depressed. They all gathered around and prepared for war.

Who is afraid of whom? Even though the Madibao players are young, they have all been led wildly by the Six Musketeers, and they don’t know how to respect the seniors. Besides, the small ones are the small ones, but the big guys have more advantages than the other players.

A lot of people are making noises and raising rice seedlings, rolling up their arms and sleeves, it’s like fighting cocks.

"Let go! Let the fuck go!"

"Try touching me!"

"It's amazing how old you are, come on, come on!"

…

Zhuoyang didn't take action, so of course everyone just made noises at first. Dortmund is not a good person either, and is tough and sophisticated, so no one wants to take the first shot. A bunch of talkers push and shove, making a fuss.

Foul words can be vaguely heard in the center of the crowd.

"Whose father are you?"

"I'm your daddy!"

…

The two coaches and referees were so anxious that they were pulling this and that, for fear that they would start fighting. The referee, whose head was sticky and sweat was visible on the tip of his nose, simply ignored it and first signaled that the goal was valid, and then blew the final whistle.

, and left together with the linesman without looking back.

Fight him if you like, it doesn't matter to me if you think you're a fool.

In fact, the generals on both sides did not intend to stage a full-scale martial arts show. A fight is nothing, and no one will be punished afterwards. However, they cannot give in first. It is very shameful. It is difficult to get off the tiger and it is difficult to sheath the sword.

The two captains glared at each other, and Warnes yelled at Zhuoyang: "Zhuoyang, this is obviously because you guys are careless and you scored a lousy goal. Whose face is he trying to embarrass?"

Zhuoyang showed no sign of weakness: "You..., who is that? Don't tell me that there is no such thing. Isn't there enough trash talk on the football field? Who the hell hasn't said it? What's wrong with trying to bully others?"

The roar and curses of the die-hard Hornet fans in the Westflennan Stand were so loud that the ceiling was lifted. This place once set a world record for the highest decibel level in a stadium.

"Let me go, do you think I'm dead? Chris, what the hell are you talking about? Zhuo Yang, and you, let me go too!" There was a thunder, the boss suddenly appeared out of thin air, Dortmund

Sporting director Matthias Sammer has a great aura.

Well, no matter what nationality, no matter how old or young, who dares not to give this man face in Westfǎlen. Christian Warnes and Zhuo Yang both let go of each other, and the players on both sides stopped talking and returned to their own ways.

The camps are clearly divided. Sammer's voice is more effective than the referee blowing his whistle.

Let's all break up. The game is over. There is no fighting, but they are bickering with each other while retreating. No one wants to suffer. Warnes went to Zhuo Yang specifically: "Zhuo Yang, let me tell you, this matter

It's not over yet, your people are too careless." No one felt comfortable being equalized at the last moment.

Zhuo Yang was not polite at all: "Go, go, have some technical skills, okay? If you want to fight, I will always accompany you. Don't be so embarrassed to lose."

"Did we lose? Did we lose?" Warnes was full of resentment. The score of 3:3 at home was actually almost a loss to him.

"Who is that? Do you believe it? If the game dares to last five more minutes, you will be dead. Do you believe it?" Zhuo Yang scored three goals in five minutes, and Zhuo Yang was certainly not satisfied.

"You're just a big talker, who the hell knows if you haven't been kicked?" Warnes was certainly not angry either. "Five more minutes, five more minutes of not being able to watch you will be a waste."

"Don't talk nonsense with me here. If you go to Hannover in the second half of the season, we'll see you again. Let's go to the stadium to resolve football matters. Who is that? Do you dare?"

"It's a deal!" Warnes and Zhuo Yang high-fived and made a fight. The two were tit-for-tat, but the smell of gunpowder was much less.

The same five minutes, the same 3:3, was golden to the Madiburg people, and of course they celebrated happily and walked back, but to the Dortmund people, it was naturally black, and they had no choice but to withdraw their troops and return to the camp with their heads down.

Both groups of people had no intention of being pretentious and ignored each other. Only two lunatics were still playing the art of teasing each other with each other.

"Let me tell you clearly today, whose father are you?"

"I am my son's father, what's wrong?"

"Why, why the hell do you have that?"

"..." Lao Song: "Then whose fucking father am I?"

"You must explain it clearly to me today..."
Chapter completed!