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Chapter 364 A piece of shit

Pique would never have thought that this would be the case for his debut in the Champions League.

Fran, who had just received the yellow card, took the ball to him. Even Vidic didn't have time to help her.

When Fran got the ball, he suddenly hit the left, and Pique paused, and then subconsciously stretched out his left foot to stop Fran.

Of course Fran would not be polite and fell on the grass.

When Pique made a foul, he almost stuffed his fist into his mouth because he couldn't even believe it.

If he moves his body a little more, does a little movement, and uses his body to fight Fran, then this point will not happen.

But it's the first time a young man starts, and any situation will happen.

Maybe he was using this penalty to pay tribute to Messi, because when Messi first played for the Argentine senior team in October this year, he was sent off with a red card after only one minute of the game. Now Pique's behavior is similar.

The referee immediately gave a penalty!

Finally Fran stood in front of the penalty spot.

Wait.

Wow!

Wow!

A deafening boo was sent out in the stands, which was naturally given to Fran. Back at Old Trafford again, Fran still did not prove himself with his actions, but just got the opportunity through a penalty kick.

"Diego, congratulations on scoring the 19th goal right away!"

Behind the goal, Manchester United fans shouted loudly, trying to add a little psychological pressure to Fran.

Fran frowned, closed his eyes, took a deep breath before opening his eyes again.

No,

I am the winner of the European Golden Boot Award!

He affirmed himself in his heart and then quickly helped him out!

He defeated the pressure, defeated himself, and also defeated Manchester United fans.

2:3.

Although it was the last minute that scored this goal, it was of no help to the team. But for Fran personally, it was actually of great significance.

"What's the point, not losing the game."

"This guy won't score when he gets there."

Beep,

Beep,

Beep—

At the end of the game, Manchester United finally won Villarreal 3:2 at home.

The game process is full of dangers. Although the score seems very dangerous, in fact, the game process is not like the score. Manchester United always holds the initiative.

"Hi, a good debut!" At the first time of the game, Dong Fangzhuo walked towards Pique and put his left hand on his shoulder.

"The first time I'm always not that experienced. Although I give my opponent a penalty kick, I want you to remember it."

"In the future, when you face such a situation, maybe you will have another reaction."

Dong Fangzhuo comforted Pique in this way of joke.

Pique's face was full of frustration. He was really not happy. Manchester United won the game, but he almost ruined the game.

"God, I almost tied the team..." Until now, his heartbeat is fast and slow. His Champions League debut, which he had been calling for so much, really disappointed him.

His Champions League debut was more than a year away from his friend Messi. Messi has now become a super substitute for Barcelona, ​​and his debut was a joke.

"Don't think too much, Manchester United needs you." Dong Fangzhuo patted his shoulder and encouraged him again.

"Will the boss scold me in the locker room..."

"I don't know, but he will definitely not give up on you, and you will still get a chance to play."

Then Ronaldo came over and sent Pique away. He said seriously, "Come with me to the police station?"

"Um?"

“The results are coming today…”

"No problem." Dong Fangzhuo nodded.

At the same time, I have a lot of admiration for Ronaldo.

Although Ronaldo's bow today was a result, Ronaldo was able to perform so well on the court. His pressure resistance was too strong and he could not imagine it at all.

If it were him, he wouldn't know if he could do it. At least he wouldn't be so focused, not to mention that Ronaldo actually scored two goals...

Apart from using the word pervert to describe him, you have no other language to describe him.

But it is impossible to say that Ronaldo is not afraid. If he is not afraid, he would not ask Dong Fangzhuo to accompany him to the police station...

So Ronaldo is actually a guy who is tough on the outside and soft on the inside. He seems to be strong on the surface, but in fact he has rich emotions in his heart.

In the mixed area, Ronaldo and Dong Fangzhuo were constantly surrounded by reporters, but they all pushed them away one by one.

"Feel sorry,"

"Feel sorry,"

"next time,"

“No interview today,”

Dong Fangzhuo kept pushing away the microphone handed over by the reporter, apologized, and politely refused all interviews.

"Sorry, I borrowed it."

“I’m really sorry today.”

But they were the two of the best players on the court today, how could the reporters let him go? In the end, they were stopped before rushing out of the interview area.

Especially Dong Fangzhuo's way, he was desperate...

"Didn't you see that we were both very busy?"

Dong Fangzhuo glared at his eyes and noticed that the reporter of the Times was stopped, so he was even less handsome.

"Ronaldo, you go first, I will go back to the locker room later." He sent Ronaldo and decided to solve the problem alone.

"Times, hehe, I'm not going to be interviewed by you."

This newspaper was shaking him almost every day, and he was not interested in dealing with this newspaper.

"Come on, I only answer one question, but it must be an interview from other media."

He looked around and finally stopped in front of the Guardian reporter, "Just you."

Dong Fangzhuo gently rubbed his right hand wrapped in a bandage.

The reporter from The Guardian was obviously very honored to get out of the crowd.

But he can only ask one question, and he really doesn't know what to ask?

So he simply asked, "Why do you hate the Times so much?"

"ah?"

Dong Fangzhuo was obviously stunned, then smiled and gave his answer straightforwardly: "Because the Times is a piece of shit. You can't face a piece of shit, right?"

After saying that, he left the reporters and left.

There was an uproar behind him, so he couldn't care so much.

He had a grudge against the Times. Although the newspaper occasionally reported on Manchester United and him from a positive perspective, it was mostly blackened by Manchester United, so he didn't need to be polite.

Especially since the Times joined forces with the insulting Andy Gray to create some negative news, it would be even more impossible to have any good face to the Times.
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