The scene was so chaotic. Both sides surrounded the goal of Madibor, like a group of hyenas, watching the world war break out.

Gunshots can cause war, and sometimes they can stop war. I heard two crisp "slap!slap!s" in the crowd, obviously someone was slapped in the face, and it was better than the two of Pongpong and Ramos just now.

The bottom was 100 times weaker. Zhuo Yang was furious: Is my people so easy to bully?

He pushed his hands left and right and separated everyone: "Who? Who the hell hit me, stand up for me!"

The two teams suddenly separated after hearing the sound, led by Zhuo Yang and Alfaro, each standing beside the boss of their side. Navarro was not present, Alfaro was the temporary captain.

Zhuo Yang and Alfaro glared at each other, but they didn't see anyone dare to act and stand up for a long time. Zhuo Yang became even more angry: "If you have the guts, stand up, and if you dare to hit someone, you dare to come out to meet someone. Who's the fucking move?

come out!"

Still no one confessed to being lenient.

Zhuo Yang ignored the referee's dissuasion and turned around to his teammates: "Who did someone sneak attack just now? Come out to recognize people. Madibao lacks everything, but he doesn't lack men!"

Still no one came out.

This is a bit strange.

At this moment, everyone found that Navas' face in the opposite Sevilla camp slowly swollen, and then two slap marks appeared clearly on the left and right faces.

Zhuo Yang: “…”

Alfaro exploded and shouted: "Who the hell did this? Stand out for me! Jessus, who beat you? Tell me."

"...It's too messy, I... didn't...I didn't see clearly..." The pitiful Jessus Navas was very distressing.

"Bah!" Zhuo Yang stopped shouting: "I have never seen such a despicable team as you, even my own people are beaten. Bah!"

Turning back: "Brothers, let's go, we don't have to pay attention to these football hooligans who even play with their teammates."

A group of people followed Zhuo Yang and walked to the sideline, completely forgot that the game was not over. The referee hurriedly shouted from behind: "Madibor, Madibor, come back..." Everyone had a black line.

I almost forgot one thing. The referee looked at Poppon David Louis and Ramos with a red light and wanted to pretend to be confused and wander around. There was no door! He snatched each other's faces, and it was necessary to look at any rule.

If the referee is sent off, he must pay the referee even if he doesn't want to play cards, and he can't even cover up his guard.

Six red cards were sent off in one game, and there were countless yellow cards flying all over the sky. Anyone who didn’t get beaten tomorrow could buy a lottery ticket.

The referee spread his hands: I'm helpless too!

Alfaro was unwilling to do so and pointed at Navas: "Referee, look, we're all like this, there's no way to say it."

Navas was mourning with two reliefs, and anyone with good eyes could see fingerprints on it.

The referee looked at Zhuo Yang and then Alfaro. Who the hell is punishing this? I can't send any one to Madiburg and let them elect one of them democratically.

Zhuo Yang was angry again and pointed at Alfaro: "Are you so shameless? You're going to dig the inner demons back and dig them slowly at a meeting in the evening. What are you doing with someone to look for the referee?"

Alfaro was so angry: "You are shameless? Look at it, let alone the daytime, even his mother can't go out to see people in the middle of the night! If you dare to hit someone, you dare to come out and take two steps.

Don't pretend to be timid."

"Bah! Don't pretend to be confused here. Who the hell knows that it was your own people doing it?" Zhuo Yang began to set the rhythm: "I dare to pat my chest and say that we are not despicable in our Madiburg, do you dare

?I dare to pat my chest and say that we, Madiburg, will never hit our own people. Do you dare? Do you dare!"

Alfaro was deflected by Zhuo Yang, and he didn't know where to start this. After a while, he turned around and looked at Sevilla's teammates, questioning: "No...really

It's...you...who did it... right?"

The Sevilla players looked at him like idiots.

The referee's head was almost blown up, so he just went out to play with it, and ended the game with two long whistles. He and the referee team head did not fall back and fled. Alfaro looked at Navas' face and his mouth twitched.

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"Brothers, let's go." Zhuo Yang waved his hand again and took the Madibao people away arrogantly. This is how the young citizens are. They are happy after taking a little advantage, just like the New Year. They forget that they have lost one

European game.

"Pengpeng, good-looking, beautifully slapped." After walking a little farther away, Zhuo Yang immediately praised Pengpeng. It must have been done by him. He couldn't see where Ramos was in the crowd, so he just pulled it over

A Sevilla jersey was swung and then whipped.

Unexpectedly, Pengpeng was confused: "It's not me, I didn't do it! I thought it was Brother Zhuo, you made the move. I kept praising your acting skills in my heart just now..."

Zhuo Yang was really puzzled now: Who else could it be if it weren't Pengpeng? Could it be that they were venting their own anger? Everyone else in Madibao was also puzzled.

Then everyone saw Shure Hamsik secretly lifting his hand up: "Brother Zhuo, what I did, I did."

Everyone suddenly realized: Yes, there is no one except him, and only the explosive force of the arm that can throw the football from the sideline into the small penalty area can be used to draw out two reliefs.

Zhuo Yang stretched out his arm and hooked Hamsik's neck: "Good, grenade. Say whatever you want to eat tonight and I'll pack it for you."

Rock Dras took over: "I'll add another girl to you."

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After saying a few words to the team doctor, Zhuo Yang then walked towards the locker room and happened to walk shoulder to shoulder with Ramos at the entrance of the passage. Both of them stopped and looked at each other.

Today, the best player in Sevilla's team must be Ramos. Whether defending Zhuo Yang or supporting the frontcourt, Sevilla can score three-pointers at home, and Ramos makes great contributions. To be honest,

Zhuo Yang felt a little sympathetic about Ramos. This Spaniard, who was one year younger than him, showed greater abilities than Zhuo Yang expected.

In fact, Ramos is the ability and potential shown in this game of defense, which not only makes head coach Casparo's eyes shine, but also makes everyone's eyes shine. It is this game,

Not only did it establish Ramos' absolute main position in Seville, but it also made Real Madrid stare at him.

Ramos' final stoppage time will become his personal signature in the future.

Ramos was convinced by Zhuo Yang. He scored two goals in the whole game under the defense of the three players, and there were almost no forced mistakes. This was a powerful opponent Ramos had never met before. Sure enough, he scored two goals.

It is well-deserved, Ramos's thoughts.

Appreciate, but Ramos slapped his younger brother Pengpeng in the face. Since he encountered this, he would say something. It would not be a harsh word, and Pengpeng did not suffer any loss. Zhuo Yang decided to scare Ramo a little.
Chapter completed!