Chapter Thirty-Eight: Mad Dog's Desires
My sister Zhuo Qiutian cooked several dishes, including a large plate of fried eel sections. Of course, the amount of dishes she eats is large, just like in a restaurant, it will look petty.
Carl Land came to Zhuo Yang's second floor and found that he was the only guest, and he didn't see Gomez and Louis who were making a living here all day.
"Where is Tengzi and Pengpeng? They treat you as their own home." Rand asked Zhuo Yang and handed over the red wine he brought.
"Turn away, I'm driving away, I'm too hungry..." Zhuo Yang said indifferently while searching for the vintage on the bottle.
Zhuo Yang specifically asked Rand to come today, and he sniffed his face and bombarded the musketeer and Pengpeng away.
Zhuo Yang heard that Rand was crying on the bus that day. As a good friend, he certainly had to care about the Mad Dog. He prepared for the League Cup these days and with Rand resting, he did not find a suitable opportunity, so he put Lan today.
De called over.
In fact, Zhuo Yang can guess a little bit of why Rand cried. After all, he has been together for two years and has a good relationship and knows each other well. The hard-working performance of Mad Dog in the Bundesliga are also seen in Zhuo Yang's eyes, but he
I don't agree with this.
If you have to work hard, I will help you with some effort. What's the big deal? Is football important or friends important?
Zhuo Yang knew that the reason why Rand was sad was because he couldn't keep up with the game, but he couldn't understand Rand's persistence in football and his deep friendship. After all, everyone's way of thinking about problems is different, the same
The focus of the problem is different for different people.
Zhuo Yang didn't know how to instruct others at all, nor did he know how to comfort him, but he could eat and drink, which was enough. So Zhuo Yang planned to accompany Rand to have a good meal and drink a lot, he thought
, that's enough.
The stir-frying eels made Rand almost swallow his tongue. However, Rand could not think of this dish that made him praise him even when he was killed.
Zhuo Yang won't tell him what he looks like even if he kills him.
The bottle of 1990's Xun Peng Riesling Zhuo Yang brought by Rand did not move and took it directly to the storage room to store it. Chocolate and rainy days were more suitable, beer and everything were very suitable. After four or five empty bottles,
Rand opened up the conversation.
"Oh--" a long sigh. Generally, this kind of exclamation starts the introduction, indicating that the topic will be more formal and not nonsense in the future.
"Zhuo Yang, I'm really useless. I'm sorry for you. Let's have a Borussia Mönchengladbach..."
"Fuck, what are you saying? What do you mean to be sorry for me? I am not Borussia Mönchengladbach's father..." Zhuo Yang's logic was so strange that Land was inexplicably surprised.
"..." Rand couldn't keep up with Zhuo Yang's jumping thoughts. "No..., I mean, you're suspended, as the captain..., I lost three consecutive times..."
"I said mad dog, eat mine, drink mine, are you scolding me?" Zhuo Yang was unwilling now: "I'm sorry if you lead the team to lose a game, then I lost two times before being the captain
I'll just go and die!"
"No, no, Zhuo Yang, don't get me wrong." Rand was a little panicked. Little pig didn't dare to talk to Zhuo Yang easily. Rand's rank was too low.
"Okay, OK, I know what you mean, Carl." Zhuo Yang waved his hand and broke the pig and the second brother and the others to say nothing about it. But it would be a bit unkind to play with a honest person like Rand like this.
It's right.
"Isn't it just a few games lost? Is the sky falling? What a bullshit three-game losing streak, it's just three losses. Is three-game losing streak scary? We were still in the youth team two years ago
At that time, the first team lost even to grandma's house and lost their pants. Then what? Is the sky falling?"
"Lost to them today and fight back tomorrow. Even if you can't fight back tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow, even if you can't fight back forever, so what? No one can die."
"Football is not life and death, nor is it higher than life and death. Football is football, that's all."
"The winner is very important, but I think it is more important to be happy in the pursuit of victory. Just like me and the Scar Butcher, just like you and you, Willie, Clark and others, and like you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you
The most important thing is to chase victory happily on the court. "This is the true meaning of Zhuo Yang football.
"Look, Carl. We are on the field. I can't run anymore. Just help me run. If you can't shovel, I will shovel you. Look, how interesting this is?" Is it interesting?
It means eggplant. However, the honest man Rand's idea was completely deformed by Zhuo Yang.
It turns out that Zhuo Yang thought it was very happy and interesting to play football with me. In fact, this is not bad.
"Anyway, I think losing a few games is no big deal. There are many things in my life that are more important than football, such as family, friends, oh, and piano."
Rand cannot agree with Zhuo Yang's words, but he can't refute it either. He can't say that football is more important than family and friends, right? You are still not a human being! But in Rand's heart, football is indeed everything about him, he does it.
What God is thinking about is how to play better and how to complete the training more effectively. Rand loves football and loves it all the way.
Zhuo Yang's leapfrog words made Rand unable to find the opportunity to say that he wanted to transfer, and even felt a little embarrassed to speak. But it wouldn't work if he didn't say it, he left without saying a word.
This is so sorry to my friend.
"Zhuo Yang, I want to ask you a question." Forget it, let the transfer aside first. "Why did you recommend me to be the vice captain?" Rand really wanted to understand why Zhuo Yang did this.
"We have a good relationship! Who do I recommend if I don't recommend?"
"But... everyone has a good relationship, and... the square film has also entered the national team." Grosso was just recruited by the old fox Lippi to the new Italian national team.
"What does this have to do with the national team? I was fired by the national team..." When Zhuo Yang said this, Land's heart skipped: Why don't I open any pots? Look at my broken mouth...
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"That's right, Carl." Zhuo Yang said to Rand: "Except for me as the captain, the team has to have a way to choose a vice captain. For example, Rock, good guy, European champion, it's impossible to be considered as a reason.
And the Greeks are really good. It depends on who in our team will become the world champion in the next year, or you won’t be able to beat the rocks.” Zhuo Yang really said.
"Next, the deputy captain must have a direct lineman from our team, and it is best to be a native of Hanover. So, who else can you be?"
"That's right. Zhuo Yang and Willie are also the direct descendants. He is the same youth team as me. He is also an indigenous. His ancestors are from Hanover, and they are even more native than my family. Moreover, Willie has always been the main force...
…” Right back Ackerman has been the second only to the Six Swordsmen among everyone since the youth team.
"You have a greater alcohol tolerance than Willy! You just poured two glasses of him into your mouth." Zhuo Yang looked like a 'Fuck, I don't understand'.
Randmond is in circle: Are these all reasons?
"Zhuo Yang..., is it because of this?"
"Of course, what else can it be?"
Chapter completed!