The Champions League and the Premier League are not the same team, because the Champions League is their last stubbornness now.

A week ago, he was tied by Manchester City in White Hart Lane, but the remaining power of the chicken blood that he had been hit at that time is still there. In addition, Tottenham's own lineup has continued to be fixed tactics, so it looks no different from a week ago, and it was so fierce at the beginning.

A slap.

When he returned home, Manchester City did not give in this time. The young defense line raised the position to the center line, and the overall team was flattened, and the invading Tottenham Hotspur was aimed at the top of the attacking Tottenham.

Zhuo Yang no longer retreated to respond, but directly pressed against Tottenham's back line. Jesus and Sterling, a pair of sluttons, took turns to cooperate with him to suppress his opponent's moral integrity.

In this way, the last battle was when Grandpa Mo was looking for Zhuo Yang to fight, but today it turned out to Zhuo Yang to look for him.

Just three minutes into the game, the two of them had two head-on encounters.

First of all, Zhuo Yang flew to grab Grandpa Mo. Although he failed to grab the ball, the two of them fell to the ground in a very despicable way. Turkish referee Chakir had to blow the whistle and interrupt the game. Perhaps he felt disgusted.

Then Grandpa Mo faced the enemy head-on, knocking Zhuo Yang down with the ball in a mess, and there was no foul.

Just after three minutes, the two of them were panting like bulls, and they all had knifes in their eyes when they looked at each other.

"Do you say it or not?"

So Zhuo Yang kept raising his hands, no matter where he wanted to raise the ball, just for fun.

The scene was strangely still.

Chakir ran towards the middle circle, but the others were still motionless.

Gundoan took the ball from the left, and Zhuo Yangkong ran inward, seducing Grandpa Mo, and immediately braked and turned back.

The ball is in the goal.

This scene is very strange.

But Zhuo Yang turned back and pulled Grandpa Mo, who was slowly turning, out of the distance.

Manchester City people wanted to come and pull Zhuo Yang up, but the Kemo Tower stood on his head.

However, his dribbling mistake in the last game was intentional, but his heel hooking made a buzzer-beating assist, which was unintentional.

When they were accompanied by each other, Zhuo Yang suddenly staggered and dribbled the ball.

Since Grandpa Mo began to ask him the truth, Zhuo Yang knew that this guy had been trapped, so he deliberately refused to give him a good face and asked him to guess a few things.

Zhuo Yang didn't get the ball, and immediately fell to the ground after wading the ball.

Zhuo Yang dribbled the ball and cut in front of the penalty area. Grandpa took a shortcut and quickly stuck the inside, as fast as if he had never left.

The outer instep whipped the football like a whip.

Teacher Jing finally passed the ball. It was difficult for him to protect the ball under the opponent's siege.

Loris didn't expect the football to fly out of Mertesack's crotch at this moment, and even if he thought about the football's trajectory of the scimitar flying against the turf scimitar, he wouldn't react.

And he was also raising his hands frequently to ask for the ball, changing his laziness in the previous game.

In the 17th minute, Zhuo Yang detoured to the left side of the frontcourt, and his grandfather was inseparable.

The purpose of doing this is to plant grass in Grandpa Mo's heart today.

Grandpa didn't dare to look back at the goal, it was quiet.

There was no way, grandpa was left with trouble.

Grandpa: "..."

However, the entanglement of brother Zhuo Yang put Grandpa Mo, who had always been leisurely on the court, into a dilemma.

Zhuo Mo didn't move, and the others didn't know what to do.

Grandpa lived in the fog, but the truth he longed for was actually very obvious: Zhuo Yang did it on purpose.

Grandpa pulled his body slightly to prevent Zhuo Yang from suddenly changing direction.

Good guy, the Mo Ding Peak that day was too difficult to deal with. Who can stand another fight? So he had an idea and got out of the condom.

There was thunder sound under Grandpa Mo's crotch.

"roll!"

However, several times, Grandpa Mo, who was beside him made predictions in advance, made his teammates dare not pass the ball, and they were in vain.

Fortunately, Tottenham's blood is still there, but it is a little passive, but Manchester City cannot find a good opportunity and cannot penetrate it.

If Zhuo Yang didn't retreat, his grandfather didn't dare to go on the sidelines. He could only keep it in the central defender, and even if it was someone else, or even Zhuo Yang in the first round last week, he wouldn't be like this.

But a week ago, Zhuo Yang assisted with hats, especially his cunning at the end, planted a demon for his grandfather, which made him dare not let go at all.

That day, Zhuo Yang knew very well that his grandfather had seen him die. In addition, his footwork was not smooth, so it was difficult to score a goal.

The small steps were taken to drive the ball, so my grandfather dared not put the shovel easily.

The last time I played that, I just wanted to tease my brothers. As for whether I could do something, it was left to fate.

Tottenham's chicken blood is getting colder because Zhuo Yang scored a goal and broke Mertesacker.

He suddenly rushed to the bottom line, which shocked his grandfather and quickly turned.

The apple muscles on Grandpa Mo's face were trembling: Come again?

Grandpa turned slowly, but his starting speed was not slow and his legs were long.

If the routine doesn’t work, you can only try individualism. Speaking of this, who is the football world today?

Seeing that grandpa had no intention of giving in, Zhuo Yang did not move, and opened his eyes wide and looked at his crotch as if he was staring at the abyss.

Grandpa Mo stood with his long legs spread out, Zhuo Yang lay on his crotch with his back, and everyone else looked at them.

Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good. Not only did he complete the buzzer-beating fairy assist, but he also made Grandpa Mo's mind slurry.

Zhuo Yang raised his hand and he became nervous.

The football rubbed the grass on the inside of the goal post and penetrated silently until it hit the net.

I will never let you succeed this time!

Grandpa's long legs, like an overpass, popped up suddenly, and his hips were so wide that he could pass through a camel.

Zhuo Yang used his right leg to make a 'mistake' when he fell to the ground, and his left leg was in front.

In this way, compared with the last round, Tottenham's tactical effect was reduced. Eriksson's organization alone was not enough to deal with Manchester City's central and backcourts.

The fart wasn't so much ~ Grandpa was surprised... Oh no!

Subconsciously, I looked down and saw that there was only Zhuo Yang under my crotch.

It looked like he was knocked down by Grandpa Mo, and Chakir shouted whistle and was about to use force.

Grandpa has a big stadium, he saw this and knew that the team needed to contribute their own dominance at this time.

What are you...for? Chakir is so embarrassed. After staying for a while, he did not forget his responsibilities. Although the whistle that scored the goal was a little late, it always sounded.

If it were the past, my grandfather would decisively position the team when the team attacked, and handed over Zhuo Yang to his teammates to assist in defense, and he would be vigilant at any time.

So, Grandpa Mo thinks Zhuo Yang is insidious and correct, but Zhuo Yang just thinks he is a little unethical.

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Tottenham's three tricks at the opening game did not see any effect, and Manchester City gradually controlled the scene.

Until Grandpa Mo really farted.

‘Gu~~ squeak~ skin is scattered~’

"Fuck!" Zhuo Yang couldn't hold it anymore and quickly stopped staring at the abyss. An iron chariot quickly came out from under Mo's crotch, rolled up and got up and ran.

So the city court was resurrected.

The cheers in the stands were thunderous and drums were loud. Manchester City players rushed towards Zhuo Yang like crazy, and Tottenham also lowered their heads and went to take their place.
Chapter completed!