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Chapter 61 (Part 2) Klopp is furious

Scar Ribery turned his head and rushed straight to the sideline and whistled: "You turtle's eye socket is stuttering, is it a slut that grows up?" The referee who followed him raised his hand and gave a yellow card, and then the two yellows turned red. Scar was expelled from the field. Ribery was about to turn against someone and was hugged by Zhuo Yang. His two armies, which were like iron hoops, almost failed to stop the French man.

Mertesack's anger rushed to the sky spirit cap: Is there any other tricks? I'll endure the fall, and I'll take another offside and send us off now. Are you going to be a deathbed?

"I'll go ahead and that fool of your mother. Your referee certificate was definitely stolen by your bitch!"

‘Swish’! Yellow card! Two yellows turn into one red, go out! The referee’s authority on the field cannot be offended, even if such authority is sometimes just a nonsense.

After the mess, there were only nine people left on the Madiburg field and time was about to run out.

Zhuo Yang's chest was also angrily fluctuating, but today he was not so angry. If it were a few months ago, he would definitely be the first to rush up, he would definitely be the first to swear, and if he didn't do it, he would definitely be the first to do it, he would definitely be the one who would be him or him!

I was able to appear relatively calm today because he pushed open the door to music.

From the day of his sudden enlightenment, Zhuo Yang began to learn to control his emotions, make himself the master of his feelings, rather than being enslaved by emotions. As he continued to move forward on the road of music and as he continued to deepen in the territory of the piano, Zhuo Yang gradually became more and more comfortable in the explosion and restraint of emotions, especially his control of negative emotions, and he already had considerable experience.

Music gives football control, and football gives musical passion. In the dark, Zhuo Yang's football began to blend with musical art.

Zhuo Yang could still keep a little calm, but his teammates were completely stunned by the anger. The players of Madiburg were all concerned about competing with their opponents all over the field, not caring about the ball, and not running. Zhuo Yang kept shouting: "There is still time, let's have another one!" But the shouting had no effect.

"Running, running!"

"Twist it, pull it away!"

The angry teammates turned a deaf ear to him, his pass lost the response, and no one followed him in the space he ran.

For a time, Madiborg team opened the tactical mode of xJ8T (blind chicken ba kick) without any divisions. They swung the ball when they got the ball and shoveled randomly when they lost the ball. Ontehaxing was not showing any weakness. People were everywhere on the court, and the referee's yellow cards flew all over the sky.

When Zhuo Yang saw this nonsense, he thought that he might as well do it himself. He broke through and broke, and his opponent was in a mess. But there were two more people in the past, some of whom were rich household registrations to keep you in mind. In addition, he was constantly resting on defense like a rising tide. Zhuo Yang's own teammates were not good at this moment, which made him return in vain again and again.

Zhuo Yang is not God! At least not yet.

Even though it was difficult, Zhuo Yang still created two extremely threatening shots in such a short time. Once he hit the post, the goalkeeper almost touched the baseline with his fingertips. Klopp, who was off the court, opened his eyes and his eyes were slightly red.

The game ended, and Madiborg finally lost the ball 2:2 away because of two unjust accusations.

The teammates were still chattering around the referee, but Zhuo Yang collapsed on the grass and gasped. He was too tired, especially in the last few minutes, Zhuo Yang tried all his strength, and he tore his physical strength apart, whether it was defense or offense. With the lack of two people, his teammates who had lost their minds could not help. It can be said that Zhuo Yang blocked the opponent's offensive with his own strength, saved the draw from Madibao, and even almost ignited the fire to win Li.

A big hand reached out and grabbed Zhuo Yang's hand, which was strong and powerful.

It's Klopp!

The people on the bench were also surrounding the referee for an explanation, but he did not go. Klopp kept watching Zhuo Yang in the last few minutes until he saw Zhuo Yang slump on the ground. He ignored the mess around and walked straight to Zhuo Yang who was lying. At this time, he wanted to be with this brave and resolute boy.

The visiting team's locker room was in a mess, and the players who had leaked were still angry, but they couldn't tell anything. In this game, Madiborg suffered heavy losses, and it goes without saying that the draw was Ribery and Mertesacker's red card was automatically suspended in the next game, and this was still without additional punishment. Hasler's yellow card, plus the two accumulated in the past, the next game was suspended. Steubernard's yellow card, plus the cumulative next game suspension. Piglets, De Jong, Ackerman, Denis, Dodd, and yellow cards.

The atmosphere was very depressing, and the ticking of the veil could be heard in the locker room.

"You are all trash!" Klopp shouted.

"You are all fucking trash!" Everyone looked up at the head coach in surprise: Although they didn't win, we are not blamed? They are all causing trouble?

"You are all fucking losers! What defeated you is not fake falls, offside, or fucking handball, but you yourself! It is you who defeated yourself, you guys, you guys who failed! "

"Not to mention a draw, even if you lose this game, what can you do? I can afford to lose, Madibor can afford to lose!" Klopp began to roar.

"I have a bunch of excellent players in my hands. Not to mention a game, what if I lose ten games in the first game? We've been beaten back one by one."

"But today, the geniuses in my hands have turned into a pile of garbage and a piece of shit."

"You forgot victory, you forgot glory. You gave up, you surrendered to the damn referee, you knelt down against your opponent!"

"You, you, give up!!!"

"You are just thinking about anger, you are just thinking about fighting back, you are only knowing revenge. But you forgot that the best revenge is to defeat your opponent and win!"

"You had the chance to complete revenge, you had the chance to use victory to destroy the damn faces on the opposite side."

"But you gave up, you fucking gave up!!!"

"But there is one more person who has not given up!"

"Zhuo! Zhuo Yang did not give up! Zhuo's pursuit won in the last second, and he did not give up in the last second!"

"Zhuo is fighting hard, he tries to call you to fight hard with him. But no one helps him, no one."

"He was fighting alone on the court, and at that time, where were his teammates? Where were his brothers?"

"Zhuo is fighting for the glory of the whole team, he is fighting for you. But where the hell are you?"
Chapter completed!
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