Lee Bowyer, who has been squeezing by Zhuo Yang in words, has long been angry. He is not a good man, and the number one villain in the Premier League is definitely not a false reputation.

"Just like you, you can scare and scare elementary school students. With you, the IQ line will be lowered." Zhuo Yang didn't stop talking.

"I'll go, fuck you!" After finally breathing, Baoye blurted out with anger. Seeing Zhuo Yang turning around to leave, he immediately made a flying shovel, his feet all left the ground, and his silver light was lit.

The shiny shoe nails. The target part is not the ball at all, and it comes directly towards Zhuo Yang's calves and knees.

Zhuo Yang was deliberately trying to get Boye's anger, so of course he was prepared for him suddenly attacking him. Seeing that Boye had made a move, Zhuo Yang first swayed his step to the left, immediately retreated to the right, and turned around.

Not only did he face Boye, but he still carried the ball under his feet.

Just like the bullfighter in the Bullfighting Ring in Vista, Madrid, Zhuo Yang has no colorful cloak, his coquettish actions are exactly the same as those of the bullfighter. Baoye is the one who passes by the dancing bullfighter.

The stupid cow.

Under inertia, Bowy slipped out two meters before braked the car on the turf. It was so embarrassing. He almost couldn't hold his body in shame and anger.

Looking at Zhuo Yang with a sarcastic look, Bowyer stared at him, he was ready to fight on the field. "Damn yellow-skinned monkey, damn Chinese, you, like those niggers, should be

Hang!" a roar in rage.

Zhuo Yang immediately bent down and picked up the football, then pointed to Boye, and greeted Norwegian referee Henning Olfrebo: "Mr. Referee."

Olfrebo was a bald man with a degree in psychology. He rushed forward to block the aggressive Bower. The rushing whistle made people frightened.

The volume of Bower's roar just now was so loud that he could probably hear the bench on the sidelines.

Players from both sides surrounded him, the Newcastle man blocked Bowy with a dark face, while the Madiburg man stood beside Zhuo Yang, not as if he was fighting, but more like waiting for Bowy to rush over.

The Newcastle people are very bored. Half of their starting players are black people, and they are the "niggers" that Bowy said should be hanged. The old players led by Hiller stood in front of Bowy, including Hughes, Bart, Jivin, etc.

The rest of the people were all watching from the side, including Boyer’s best friend in Newcastle, Keelung Dale.

The picture is very strange. Newcastle and the three and two stopped Bower, referee Olfrebo was fumbled in his butt pocket to find the sign, and eleven people from Madiburg stood neatly across the street watching them perform. If Hiller and the others didn't stop him

Then, letting Boye rush over, this guy will definitely be beaten by the Madiborg crowd and don't even have a chance to fight back.

Severely cracking down on racial discrimination is actually a kind of political correctness. If there is a conflict on the court, even if you talk about the other party’s 18 generations of ancestors, there is no big problem, but you must not be involved in racial discrimination.

There is nothing to say. In the 81st minute of the second half, the referee showed a red card. Boye jumped and still roared. This time he was aiming at the referee Olfrebo: "Farke!Farke! Why? Why?"

Hiller dragged him down, and Bower struggled and shouted, "Go to your mother..." Shearer covered his mouth, clamped his neck and carried it down.

Bowyer is so angry! He slammed Hiller's hand away: "Damn it, I will leave by myself." Hiller really wants to beat him up, but he knows that this thing is a fool, maybe he really dares

It would be too ugly to do it with yourself. The team would be ugly and ugly, so I could only suppress my anger and escort him.

When passing by Dale, Dale said coldly: "Li, I said I don't want to hear you say that again."

Bowy pushed Dale aside with a palm: "Don't you go, get out of here!"

In fact, Westerners have a poor vocabulary of cursing people. After a few words over and over again, they cannot be compared with the profound and profound verbal confrontation of Greater China. However, even without Zhuge Liang's eloquence to scold Wang Lang, Bower's clumsy verbalism is enough to ruin the friendship between Deal and him.

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"How is it, I'm right?" Old Song said to Zhuo Yang, looking silent like a charlatan.

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The dispute occurred near the center line. The referee of the Overrebeau ruled Zhuo Yang to hold the ball with his hand and punished Newcastle player Boye for a non-sports moral foul, and Madibor took the indirect free kick.

The whole team of Newcastle was a little absent-minded when his family made such a fuss. In addition, he had been used to following Madibor and slowly, so no one became nervous now.

The same is true for Madibao. They are still waiting for Zhuo Yang to kick back and pass the ball, but Zhuo Yang thought differently. There is also a cobra that is more experienced than Chaotian pepper and slipperier than loach.

The two of them winked each other. Seeing that Iliye understood what he meant, Zhuo Yang kicked the ball and hit the Romanian behind him.

Suddenly, the style of painting suddenly changed. Zhuo Yang shot out like an arrow from the string and rushed straight into Newcastle's penalty area. Before everyone could react, he raised his speed to the highest stroke.

At that time, Iliye's pass happened to hit his feet.

Zhuo Yang dribbled the ball at high speed without stopping. Newcastle's defense line was full of loopholes. The midfielder was sent off because of Bower's position and was very chaotic for a while. The blockade in a hurry always took half a beat at night. Everyone watched Zhuo Yang roar.

The phantom rushed into the penalty area.

The Newcastle man opened his eyes and watched Zhuo Yang stop and touch the ball with his brakes. Two light points were used to change directions twice. He opened his eyes and watched goalkeeper Ji Wen lying on the left, and Zhuo Yang brought the ball into the goal from the right.

The stadium in St. James Park was silent. Zhuo Yang, who was as slow as a duck playing with a snail, was completed in a blink of an eye as fast as a mad dog chasing a rabbit. Everyone was blocked by this strong contrast.

Only Zhuo Yang and Yiliye were celebrating, and only Uncle Zha off the field was so excited that he looked like a naughty child.

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"Zhuo Yang, your grandfather Mo said you are the worst. I didn't believe it at first, but now, I believe it..." After the game, Dell and Zhuo Yang exchanged jerseys.

"I'm broken? That's called..."

"Oh, by the way." Dale interrupted Zhuo Yang. "I don't call you a party after dinner. I don't call you redundant people. Just look at whoever likes you and bring it with you. I'll tell you the thief's fun.

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"Gongguangguang, just eat, not play with that..."

In the first leg of the League Cup round of 16, Madiborg drew 1:1 in the away game. Uncle Zha's weird tactics and Bowyer's racial discrimination became the focus of media attention. Of course, no matter how Klopp gave it to himself.
Chapter completed!