The whole world slowed down at this moment, and everyone was watching the attack and defense between the two kings. Just like the slow motion of high-power photography, the movements of the two people were revealed in detail.
Zhuo Yang's right ankle shook lightly, and he could see his shoelaces fluttering. He held the ball gently and buckled to the outside. Ronaldinho was like an out of control sled, slowly passing by against Zhuo Yang's toes.
Zhuo Yang lowered his head, Ronaldinho looked up at the sky, and the two met at this moment.
——Zhuo Yang, I need this victory, I need this championship. I have led the team to win two consecutive championships in the league. After winning this championship, the Dream 2 team was built, my Barcelona, ​​my Dream 2 team.
——Ronnie, your Barcelona should win this championship, you performed better. However, God handed the opportunity to me, and I can't give up. I also need this championship, this is my last one in Madiborg
War, I will leave this trophy for those who love me, because I am their king.
——Zhuo Yang, I also want to win the World Cup and win it for my Brazil.
——Ronnie, I don’t have a World Cup, the Champions League is my World Cup. I wish you, you can win the World Cup. I’ve stayed this one.
——Zhuo Yang, I don’t want to be a king, I just want to get my name back, I don’t want to be called Ronaldo for the rest of my life. Only the more I am, others will call me Ronaldo and that person Big
Luo or Lao Luo. I want to get my name back.
——Ronnie, you are already the king, the king of Camp Nou. You are as great as that man, because you led Barcelona to rise again, and he never did. The name is just a symbol, your name will
Let the later generations be called Xiao Xiao Luo, or A Luo B Luo C Luo.
——Zhuo Yang, it would be great if I could fight side by side with you!
——Ronnie, I also really long to be a teammate with you. My intuition will be that day.
——Zhuo Yang, are you willing to be the godfather of Ruo’s?
——Ronnie, you know I'm an atheist. If that's OK, then...I do.
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When Ronaldinho slid away from Zhuo Yang, he closed his eyes. The two were experts of the same level. Ronaldo knew very well what shooting Zhuo Yang would use, and he also knew that Valdes would never have a chance to stop him.
——Maybe, this is the fate. In the first step of my journey to becoming a king, I was ruined by Zhuo Yang. This is the fate. I heard that the Chinese believe in this, and I don’t know what Zhuo Yang’s fate is.
——Little Ronaldo is just Luo, it doesn’t matter. Is my persistence useful? Maybe I am really attached to the face, but drinking and picking up girls and dancing samba is the real me.
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Zhuo Yang kicked an arc with his right foot, over half of the attacking Valdes. Even if he stacked two of them together, he would not be able to reach the ball. After the short trip, the football suddenly fell and entered the goal.
The upper left dead corner.
The moment the football started, the camera returned to normal playback, and the whole world became excited at this moment. Zhuo Yang roared like a wild beast and rushed towards Puppeng Louis, with the same bloody Brazilian boy and him.
They suddenly collided and hugged each other. On the court, the ten players of Madiburg hugged each other hysterically, screaming like a group of thrilling monsters.
Uncle Zha couldn't control himself off the court, and he had three light side-turning turns in a row, just like a gymnastics girl in a cheerleader.
Zhuo Yang pulled Pengpeng along the track of the French Stadium. The two of them ran and waved their jerseys. The naked upper body of the flesh radiated a greasy and holy light under the night light. At this moment, Zhuo Yang was very
I want to cry, and I want to laugh out loud.
Many years later, it was still in this city. The day when Pengpeng was about to officially retire, he remembered the final of the Championship Cup many years ago. That day, Pengpeng told Zhuo Yang.
"Old Zhuo, I have been with you since I started playing football. Now I am going to retire, and I am with you again. Lao Zhuo, when are you going to retire? Let's go play all over the world."
"Pengpeng, I have one last thing to do, and I will retire after finishing it. Go and repair your island well. If you retire, I will take your sister-in-law and the children to live in the first half of the year."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
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It seems that in order to make up for the slow flow of time just now, the stoppage time flew away, especially for the Barcelona people. Seeing the ten big men on the opposite side were neatly struggling there, bent down and waiting for them to come, the Barcelona people
Full of sorrow.
Until the whistle sounded, the sad faces on their faces could not be relaxed. Madibor was at a disadvantage in the whole game, but eventually became the champion 3:2. Ronaldinho showed his profession
The highest level of his career, shining brightly in 90 minutes, but he didn't score. Zhuo Yang was mediocre throughout the game, as mediocre as a Chinese player, but scored two goals.
It was not Zhuo Yang, nor Gomez, not Pongpeng, not Edmund, but the heaven in the dark, and that invisible hand.
Without the European Championship, Dream Team 2 cannot really dream. Barcelona won numerous La Liga titles in the long river of history, and has suppressed their old rival Real Madrid for a long time, but there is only one "Dream Team 1" because of them
There is only the only Champions League Big Ear Cup.
Now that the trophy is raised high by Zhuo Yang, his majesty's pores are all joyful when he and Beckenbauer embraced. Zhuo Yang was selected as the best player on the field in the Champions League finals of the 2oo5-o6 season, even though his performance is different, Ronald
Erdinho is far away, but he is the champion; even though Zhuo Yang's performance is not as good as Etoo, Madibor won; even if he successfully passes the threatening ball, he scores two
ball.
King Madiborg was crowned at the Stadium in France.
As for the best player and best scorer of the Champions League season, there is naturally no suspense, but Monaco will not be sealed until August.
Uncle Klopp was thrown high by the players, and his weightlessness and ascension again and again made Mr. Klopp suddenly open up his childhood memories that had been covered with for many years. It was a game between his father and him. His father's warm big hand made him
Very secure and not worried about not being caught, just like today.
Although I had a lot of hands today and there was no one for my father, Jurgen Klopp still remembered his father. Tears slid down the edge of the black-framed glasses. When the fathers put him back on the ground, Uncle Scrambled was already crying.
No personal appearance.
The Madiborg people celebrated all night, but one of them did not attend the heads, so he left the team early.
This night, the room 2o46, the Seine River at the Paris Saint-Danny Hotel, was sturdy and unique mechanism in the bedroom. The beech carved double bed collapsed, and the connection bolts between the four boards and frames were twisted and broken by a long period of violent shaking.
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Chapter completed!