Spiritual attributes are a good thing, but often begin to emphasize spiritual attributes, which means that one is at a disadvantage and can only rely on the injection of chicken blood to smooth the gap with the opponent.

Manchester City has never been a team with super strong spiritual attributes, perhaps because they don't need it. To be honest, Guardiola is not good at this. The team he coaches are both colorful, fragrant and delicious, and can be relied on at critical moments, but it has never been passionate.

Tough guy.

It’s not that Lao Gua’s players have no tough guys, and Koko is unwilling to say this first. In fact, after Manchester City and other international players returned to this episode, there were many men who were involved in a trap.

Of course, except for Sterling, this guy is the horse that the man traps.

In the derby battle with Manchester United eight days ago, Da Cang Ming made a big fuss in Old Trafford. Although he didn't score, his blood was on the 6:0 military medal. In the end, he injured himself. Today he could only raise him at home.

Otherwise, it will definitely become another nightmare for Tottenham's defense.

The only person who can be called "Water Dragon and Phoenix" in Manchester City is definitely Shunliu Jesus. Daliu is a soul wise man, and Shunliu is an anti-intellectual slut.

Jesus replaced Aguero, who was venting yellow. Both of them were originally assassin strikers, but Akun was a mutated mad dog today, while Shunliu was still a gloomy hornet with a special face that specifically prying the cracks.

It has been two years since I arrived in Manchester City. Jesus has grown from a 19-year-old child to a 21-year-old adult, but his only smelly mouth always smells fragrant.

"Brother Zhuo, don't look at them scoring five, it's not embarrassing that you didn't score. It's not your fault to be old."

To be honest, Zhuo Yang has been immune to this guy's mouth for more than two years, and he is not always hurt by the pain like he was at the beginning.

This game is too stressful and Trippier is panicked.

In fact, he had no clear purpose, just planned to create opportunities.

When Zhuo Yang was just hanging with Grandpa Mo dribbling the ball horizontally, Manchester City people kept coming in and out. You go in and I come out to look for a chance to respond to see if Zhuo Yang can pass the ball.

Grandpa Mo was defeated. No matter how high or low the ball was, it was beneficial to him to go far. After all, he had a long legs, and such a half-high chase ball had always been his trouble.

Everyone thought he wanted to do something, but who knew that Fei Bird kept pushing the ball directly.

This is still a hammer!

I have to say that Zhuo Yang’s athlete’s foot is indeed a bit unsatisfactory today.

Grandpa Mo didn't notice it, and the rest of Tottenham were attracted by their fight, and they didn't notice it either.

In the middle of the penalty area, Grandpa Mo was looking forward to the crowd. Zhuo Yang didn't even look at him by the corner flag, so he was too lazy to pay attention.

The two of them face each other and the football was forced to jump up. They were not tall, and they were at the waist and were very close to each other.

Zhuo Yang slowly dribbled the ball in along the extension line of the penalty area. Grandpa stuck inside and refused to give him a chance to kick.

He glanced at him with a white look, Zhuo Yang ignored him and went to fight with his grandfather.

Trippier was relieved, and Grandpa Mo was shocked.

Retreat to the stands and deafening the noisy whistling of Tottenham fans behind him. This is the case in the English stadium. The game venue in the wireframe is very large, but the stadium is very compact.

Son Heung-min, Kane and Ali have all pulled it apart, but somehow Trippier felt that they were not reliable enough at this time.

Birds are good birds with clear minds. They stepped forward and pretended to be in the ball, but they flicked and turned around.

Why did you get up so quickly? How did you go there?

Away from eight feet away, Grandpa Mo had no choice but to watch Zhuo Yang hit the fire of Fertonghen, who was burning in fire, and then swung his hand outside the penalty area line and then hit him.

Loris, who had been slapping all over, used a miracle save to block Zhuo Yang's shot again.

When it comes to the angle of the arc, Zhuo Yang has brought the ball wide. This is really uncommon.

Even though he made a mistake, Zhuo Yang was still Zhuo Yang, and his body suddenly rushed forward and tried to regain control.

Finally seeing Grandpa Mo turn around in the middle, Trippier feels relieved: Yes, Grandpa is the most reliable!

Huh?

Zhuo Yang walked towards the corner flag and he was going to take the corner kick.

Grandpa... is so tired. He doesn't want to get the ball at this time. He just wants to spend the time quickly and let the weak leading score become the result. As for the next game..., let's talk about it.

Even Grandpa Mo was so angry that he was anxious at this moment. He was so confused that he quickly turned around and fought for Feiniao.

The White Jade Pillar of the Sky! The important task of air defense in the penalty area, especially defending Zhuo Yang, must be Grandpa Mo's job. Grandpa, who has calmed down again, hastily searched for his brothers among the crowd.

Grandpa Mo closed his eyes helplessly.

After running into the court and asking for the football again, Grandpa Mo rushed out immediately, and now he didn't hesitate anymore.

He was both tired and frightened, Grandpa Mo's heart almost popped out of his throat: Tottenham, only Loris is still a good person...

The defense line fell a few times, and under the force of Manchester City people, they had to fight forward. Trippier took the ball from the side and aimed at the frontcourt.

He turned around and gave Tripiel instructions to pass the ball to Kane, and then turned around, but the guy gave it to him.

Loris' eyes widened, and he made a contribution.

Manchester City won a corner kick.

Tottenham got the ball, and they had already retracted when they were leading the score. Grandpa Mo, who should have been in the rear line, ran out of the crowd because he couldn't let go of his brother.

With such a long run-up distance, Zhuo Yang just swept the football to Ding Ding who came to pick him up, and shook everyone.

Grandpa Mo curled his lips and laughed secretly, but lowered his head: I'll fuck, where is the ball?

Moreover, he did not score a goal today. Faced with Grandpa Mo's passionate peak blocking, Zhuo Yang was even more dissatisfied, but he couldn't shoot in and could only hold back all the dissatisfied first.

He rushed to catch the ball, but he didn't stop the ball well. Zhuo Yang, who was "bullied" for the whole game, could not let go of it. He decisively put the shovel two meters away, fell to the ground and poked the ball to Feiniao.

The bitch is tired too? Grandpa Mo is overjoyed.

Of course he also has a countermeasure, and he can't do the ball and kill people. Grandpa Mo shook his arms and hit his brother: Let's go~

Zhuo Yang never hit his grandfather, and was bounced to the distance as he screamed.

Under the care of my grandfather, the chief football murderer didn't even get a shot several times, let alone scored a goal today.

Grandpa is undoubtedly the star of this game. Zhuo Yang, whose starlight surpasses the "fair head and brain", has also become Tottenham's most determined core, and his teammates recognize and rely on him from the bottom of their hearts.

In fact, Grandpa Mo hesitated for a moment. He thought that he might just go there regardless of embarrassment?

In the end, I was worried about embarrassment and was unreasonable.

Looking along the ball, Tottenham, including Grandpa Mo, suddenly shuddered - Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang was bounced away again, hooked his body slanted behind him, and knocked the ball towards the back post of the penalty area with his heel.

There is nothing to say, decisively intercepting the ball is an instinctive reaction.

Zhuo Yang still retreated to the midfield and did not stand on the front line because time was approaching. Also because of the lack of time, Grandpa Mo became increasingly reluctant. He made himself completely the closest figure of his brother, no matter where he was.

The time has reached the 89th minute, and Manchester City fell behind 2:3 away.

Jesus was lucky, Zhuo Yang flashed his back hook, and it was his turn to fuck him forward, and he happened to be at the back post.

He shot with his right foot and invited the football into the goal without any difficulty. It was not until he was arrested that Loris knew where the football was going.

3:3, Reshunliu scored the goal. He stood on the goal line and raised his hands towards the net, giving everyone a back of his head.

Grandpa Mo asked quietly, "Zhuo Yang, did you do it on purpose just now?"
Chapter completed!