"Holy shit, what's going on?" Zhuo Yang became even more depressed.

At this time, the substitute players looked at Zhuo Yang with a bit of resentment and unkindness. Although there was a gap in ability with the main team, conceding six goals in the half was a bit too exaggerated. And these six goals were all because of Zhuo Yang

After the sticky ball is intercepted, let the main team counterattack and lose it.

But no one on the substitute side said anything. First, because the personal skills Zhuo Yang showed just now were like flowers. They really couldn't compare to them, and they had never met them before. Furthermore, Zhuo Yang was a newbie who had just arrived.

, Strange means unfamiliar, unfamiliar means polite. Everyone is still in the polite stage.

Zhuo Yang sat alone in the rest area, breathing heavily while drinking water. The first half of the scene was replayed in his mind like a movie, and he wanted to figure out what happened.

The genius Zhuo Yang encountered a new problem. For him, football should not be like this. Almost all the football Zhuo Yang encountered before was other people watching his performance. They were just closer than the audience.

At most, some unhappy people mutter: That’s enough, kid. But so what if you’re still angry? You can’t kick me in the ball, and you can’t beat me in a fight.

Geniuses love to be more serious, and people who are more serious tend to get into trouble. What you get on paper will always be shallow, but Zhuoyang is interested in bullfighting!

Klopp slowly walked over and sat next to Zhuo Yang, smiling like an old fox wearing glasses.
Chapter completed!