: The last few tricks to let go

Manchester City 1:0, with a total score of 4:3.

Grandpa Mo no longer doubted this time. He was sure that Zhuo Yang used a plan, and it was a series of plans.

This beast!

However, he still looked at Zhuo Yang from afar, trying to find the only answer.

Zhuo Yang was still wiping his face, and the bubble under his crotch just now felt like it was collapsed on his face.

This beast!

So, Grandpa Mo Sak let go: No matter how awesome you are, you still want to eat my fart, hehe~

The game started again, and everyone in Tottenham couldn't help but keep looking at Grandpa Mo because their chicken blood began to cool down, and he was their backbone.

They saw ease in Grandpa Mo's face, and everyone felt relieved: We... maybe... still have hope.

But they didn't know that Grandpa Mo's ease was just because of that nonsense.

To deal with that bad guy, you should be fooled by him. Grandpa was intoxicated by himself and tried hard not to think about Zhuo Yang's crotch and scored the goal.

The year he left, my life seemed to be half missing. He came back and used a more brilliant football to recover the past year.

Zhuo Yang's face was as deep as water: "You put another one and I'll take a look?"

A minute later, Sterling, a big clever pass from the pass in the penalty area, shot decisively, and the football passed through the gap like the funnel of Aldevelde and Sissoko and entered the net.

Zhuo Yang seemed to smell the stinking, so he just tried to cover his nose, but knocked the football out of the sideline.

Grandpa didn't let it go, but his cheerful laughter kept coming.

Grandpa burst into tears.

Grandpa Mo shouted on the court and didn't work. He tried to get rid of his teammates again in the locker room, but it also failed.

“Hahaha~~~haha~~~~~”

He no longer insists on staring at Zhuo Yang to death, but broadens his horizons to fulfill his responsibilities on the court.

Grandpa suffered a loss, so while he was pushing Zhuo Yang hard, his legs bent and his knees tightened, worried that he would be stolen again.

When you should be in, you should be in a forward position, and when you should be in a joint, you should be in a joint. Of course, you still keep a close eye on your brothers in the middle when defending. This is not ambiguous.

Loris was unpredictable and allowed the football to explode into the net.

So Zhuo Yangfei got up, but he couldn't jump as soon as possible.

"Not afraid, warm."

No, time flies, we are all getting older, what I long for the most is actually to get closer to my brothers and enjoy the final happiness of playing football together.

In the 36th minute, the excited Sterling shot and hit Alderweireld's knee and bounced out of the baseline, and Manchester City won a corner kick.

Grandpa Mo regained his style and he became Mo's peak again.

Zhuo Yang used his thighs to lift the football up for the second time, and then he rose up.

In the 24th minute, Zhuo Yang took the ball and turned around, stretched his left and right feet continuously, and he was about to get rid of it when he was leaning to the left.

A little longer, a little longer. A little closer, a little closer.

After 17 years of knowing each other, Zhuo Yang met such a dirty grandfather Mo for the first time.

Grandpa Mo finally figured it out and it was very thorough when he was ridden on his face by his brother.

"I have a bad stomach, maybe there is still ~"

"Is it because of two goals?"

He suddenly carried Zhuo Yang into his arms, and grandpa burst into laughter.

Zhuo Yang said contemptuously: "You are careful and unattended to pull in your pocket."

Because of a fart, Mertesack was excited and enthusiastically chased Zhuo Yang. No matter when and where, offense and defense, he wanted to find an opportunity to break his face again.

I came to the Premier League, is it really going to defeat Zhuo Yang at some point?

Grandpa Mo grabbed the hem of his jersey and whispered in a low voice: "I'll put it."

Zhuo Yang swung his legs and wanted to sweep them along. Grandpa Mo was not vague. He then blocked the gap between the ball and the door with his body, and said by the way: I'll let it go.

But he is just a backcourt player and a central defender. His own strength is not his specialty, and football is not basketball. Only the lone brave will be left.

I thought I was jealous, but it wasn't. I just wanted to accompany him, play with him, and finish the last football.

Don’t I understand my own brother yet? No one in this world can stop him, neither life nor death.

"No, it's because you forced me to use a shit."

"Brother." Grandpa pinched Zhuo Yang's face and said with a smile: "You are so awesome, really."

In the second half, the only Grandpa Mo in Tottenham team was still fighting. Others, including loyal minister Kane, Han No. 1 Son Heung-min, and newcomer King Eriksen, were all in a mess. They were no longer energetic and wanted to end soon.

This abuse.

Zhuo Yang changed the force to sweep to stick, sticking the football on his feet and marking a semicircle in the air.

"I'll let it go."

‘Gur~~Skin is scattered~”

Mertesack, you are obsessed with it! Being able to force him to not score in a game and force Zhuo Yang to use a series of tricks is already a unique achievement.

Zhuo Yang's head rested on his grandfather's shoulder, his butt fell down, and he held his neck hard, and he slapped the football in the air in an inverted hook position.

No, Manchester City actually scored four goals in the second half. Aguero, who replaced Zhuo Yang in the 81st minute, also scored at 90+2, but was called first because of offside.

However, the rest of Tottenham were thrown out by the second goal and they collapsed.

A thunder sounded over Grandpa Mo's head, and the football was kicked into distortion.

His figure is so tragic.

Pochettino failed to change the team's confusion even after replacing three players.

“Hahahaha~~~”

With biological and chemical weapons, Mertesak can't afford to offend him.

Just as he was about to sprint quickly, my grandfather puffed up his cheeks and blurted out his vivid voice.

Zhuo Yang lifted the football up, fell down and then paddled it with his thighs, and took a step forward at the same time when he turned his back to the goal.

Ding Ding directly opened the front point, and Grandpa Mo, who was only concerned about holding his fart, was snatched from Zhuo Yang.

"roll!"

Grandpa was a good person after all. He was afraid that Zhuo Yang would fall badly, so he quickly supported his brother's big butt with his hands and waited until his legs came down before gently putting him back to the grassland.

Grandpa Mo stopped shouting. He was meticulous in attacking and defense and could not lead others. He could still lead himself.

‘Boom~’

"I... let it go." Grandpa Mo murmured.

3:0, total score 6:3.

Manchester City scored three more goals in the second half, Da Cangming scored twice, B's shot easily broke Loris, Jesus knocked a heavy hammer in the counterattack, and the score was set to 6:0.

Grandpa chased after him and continued to push hard. "I'll let it go."

Grandpa pushed forward hard behind him without giving him a chance to turn around.

Zhuo Yang was shocked and threw the ball away.

"Brother, did it smell fragrant just now?"

It's really too close.

The two hugged each other and laughed.

.

Mertesack walked out of the fog and let go completely.

In the 29th minute, Zhuo Yang, who had not been playing with flowers for a long time, used swallows to pick up water three times, and then threw his grandfather aside after several setbacks.

After Ali was broken through by Walker in the 41st minute, he used a retaliatory foul to kick him from behind and got a red card. Tottenham broke down.

0:2, it was still away, there was no hope at all, and the last breath that was tightly maintained was leaked.

Grandpa looked at his brother and suddenly smiled.

Slow-play display, this is actually a misjudgment.

However, it doesn't matter.

In the second half, Zhuo Yang did not score another goal until he was replaced.

Seeing his brother fighting alone on the court, he was very sad and suddenly he didn't want to score a goal.
Chapter completed!