Golden Greenery

A professional player's football style is closely related to his personality. To a large extent, it is his personality that creates his football.

Rooney will never be Pirlo. No matter if he grows a beard or if he shaves his chin cleanly and points it to a point, he will still be chubby even if he has cramps and peels off his skin.

Rooney, who plays in the midfield, can't learn from Pirlo's elegance even if you force him with a gun. The little fat guy is essentially the King of the Green Forest Mountain carrying a thirteen-ring machete.

Similarly, Pirlo cannot learn from Rooney's iron-bloodedness and ferocity, or even Rooney's involuntary sense of responsibility on the court.

Lu Xiaopang has been playing as an attacker all his life, either a terminator or an organizer, and does not have the covering skills of a midfielder. Allardyce asked him to drop deep and did not expect him to provide defensive coverage in the midfield. This was Schneiderlin's job.

It is enough to have a blocked position in defense, provide precise long passes during counterattacks, and rush again if there is a chance. Lu Xiaopang is already Fatty Lu, not the Everton prince or the leader of the Red Devils on his own.

But Rooney is not a laid-back character at all. If you ask him to not chase or shovel someone in the back, it will be more uncomfortable than killing him. Therefore, you can often see the old fat man on the court desperately trying to defend himself, chasing people if he can't catch the ball, and the effect of chopping vegetables and melons is quite good.

Some people criticize Rooney for being independent, some criticize him for being a mountaineer, some say he spits out cakes, and say he has skills but no details, but no one has ever criticized Rooney for being lazy.

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The game was tied at 2:2 in the first half, making the atmosphere at Goodison Park suddenly tense.

Guardiola frowned and thought about whether to continue 4-3-3 in the second half or switch to three central defenders, and how to arrange the three central defenders?

Walker, Lao Kong, Horta, and Laporte form the defense line. One of the biggest features is that they can change into three central defenders at any time, and any combination of three or three of the four can be used.

Changing the formation is not a big deal at the back. The biggest problem is how to deal with the front? For example, today, Sane plays as a 4-3-3 left winger. He is Sane. Once he switches to a 3-5-2 left midfielder or wing-back, he sheds tears.

If it were normal, Lao Gua would have removed him and replaced him with Delph or B-seat or even Foden. But today Sane was in such good condition that Lao Gua was a little reluctant to part with him.

After much deliberation, Guardiola decided not to change the formation and replaced Walker with Debich at the start of the second half.

Kyle Walker was affected by the 'FIFA virus' and was in very average condition today. He had weak assists in the first half and was repeatedly broken through and teased by Bolasie in defense.

If Walker is in good condition, he is very suitable for seamlessly connecting to the right wing back of the 3-5-2 formation. In the England national team, he and Trippier often swap right center back/right wing back.

In the second half, Manchester City kicked off first. After three passes and two downs, Debich came up with an assist. After lining up with Sterling, he pushed the football back to the top of the arc.

Zhuo Yang's cycling is different from others. Others basically have to wait until the defender is in front of them before choosing to use cycling skills to break through, but Zhuo Yang often pedals before his opponent comes up.

Schneiderlin was bewildered by Zhuoyang's instantaneous driving skills and automatically braked before the car hit his nose. Of course, Zhuoyang pedaled past without any hesitation.

Michael Keane thought Zhuoyang was going to brake suddenly after crossing Schneiderlin, so he deliberately took a step forward to cut off his pace. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yang jumped out of the car and turned to the left.

The movement transitions smoothly.

This time, it turned into a passing by Keane. Having already stepped onto the penalty area line, only Pickford was left on the opposite side.

If I can’t shoot you, I’ll pass you!

‘Bang! ’ Suddenly he was knocked over by someone with a scissor kick from behind, and he almost lost his nose.

Rooney, who has never been lazy, did not choose to watch when Zhuo Yang made a series of breakthroughs in the middle. After rushing up, he kicked the ball.

Rooney can't control himself at all when chasing back and defending like this. As long as he can still run, he is used to it.

Rooney didn't want to foul Zhuoyang. He went for the ball, but Zhuoyang was too fast and his legs were a bit short.

Trouble. Zhuo Yang fell far into the penalty area. Although the foul seemed to be on the penalty area line, it was reasonable for the referee to award a penalty kick. As we all know, Zhuoyang's penalty kick = goal.

Before the referee could get angry, Zhuo Yang started to rush, and he fell hard this time.

After clapping his hands and rising up, he realized that it was Rooney who caused the trouble. Zhuoyang's angry eyes were like a diamond, filled with murderous intent and he was approaching Rooney.

Oh, Zhuo Yang fell out. Rooney said in his heart: This guy always does whatever he says, and he really dares to use his fists. What? Don’t you give me any face?

Forget it, just do it if you want to. You, Zhuoyang, are awesome, and I, Rooney, am not a fool either. You are the same as me in the arena. You are very good at fighting, why can’t I fight?

bring it on. As long as you dare to make the first move today, I, Honghua Tai Sui Rooney, will have a good fight with you with my fists as big as sandbags, come on!

Rooney has practiced boxing, and he has practiced it for real, not just verbally.

"Bah——!" Zhuo Yang shouted in anger: "Little Fatty, I said that your sister-in-law is yours and she is yours. I won't take it away. Why are you still refusing to give in and being unreasonable?"

Rooney: "..."

Lu Xiaopang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"You're a bastard, you're not afraid that the lip-sync expert will tell you what you said and cause trouble for both of us."

"Ang~Ang Ang Aung~~" Zhuo Yang smiled like a donkey, no, it should be like a penguin. He had laughed like this since he came back from playing in South Africa.

"Angang~~, I'm not afraid. I just heard that your Colleen dared to slap you. Is it true?"

"Go away." Rooney's expression was very unnatural. "I didn't mean it just now, just take your penalty kick."

"Angang~~"

However, the referee gave Rooney a yellow card, but only awarded a free kick on the penalty area line.

"Angang~~Humph~" Rooney imitated Zhuo Yang's smile, but accidentally laughed like a pig.

Free kicks on the penalty area line have never been easy to take, but the person who took the kick was Zhuo Yang, but no one dared to be careless.

The eight-man wall almost completely blocked the view of the goal frame, and the remaining two were also sent to the penalty area to prevent idlers, leaving the right quarter of the door for Pickford to guard, which also makes it easier for him to observe the path of the ball.

Zhuo Yang waved his hand to let Fei Dingxi, who was trying to show off his power, go away. He measured his steps and retreated until he was seven or eight meters away.

This is the posture of asking the overlord to press his bow.

Zhuoyang is not known as a heavy gunner, that's because he knows a lot. On the contrary, no one dares to underestimate his heavy firepower and long-range bombing.

Pickford was nervous. In the first half, Zhuoyang's long-range shots that missed a few feet made his arms numb. He was already planning to go back and take a good soak in medicinal wine after the game, an Indian recipe.

When the whistle sounded, Zhuo Yang started to run, and his small steps soon turned into powerful kicks, as if there was a drum sound.

You can clearly see the bulge of his quadriceps on the front of his thigh.

Pickford at the door thought to himself: Can I seal it? Oops, I forgot to spit on my gloves just now, don’t take them off...

Rooney in the human wall said to himself: Will this guy take the opportunity to slap my face in revenge? He has this kind of footwork. If this is going to happen, I guess the face lift a few years ago will be in vain...

‘Boom! ’

Zhuoyang's left foot stepped on the side and rear of the football, and his right foot naturally raised back, still using his quadriceps. The chest is already facing the 1/4 door on the right side of the human wall.

He wanted to defeat ten groups at once and took it forcefully.

The fastest thing in the universe is the speed of light. To get to the nearest star Proxima Centauri, light only needs four years to travel. What is faster than light is human thought. Think about the 'Earth's cousin' Kepler-452b 1,400 light-years away, which is just a flash of thought.

At this moment, Zhuoyang's right foot quickly approaches the football faster than his thoughts, because he leaves you with no time to think.

'Snapped! ’

Pumping suddenly turned into rubbing.

Why did Qin Ming's mace suddenly become the embroidery needle of Dongfang Invincible?

How come Guns N’ Roses’ heavy metal rock “November Rain” suddenly turned into Zhang Yunlei’s Jiao Didi’s “Exploring Qingshui River”?

Li Yuanba's transformation into a transvestite made Yuwen Chengdu tremble to the core...

'brush! ’

The football fell from the upper left corner of the goal frame and fell into the net. Rooney's face did not need to be re-skinned, and Pickford was still looking at the transvestite.

It's not a cumshot, it's not a rubbing cumshot. In fact, he is just a spoon.

The free-kick scoop scored, and Totti, Pirlo and Zidane called themselves experts.

3:2, Manchester City regained the lead, Zhuoyang scored his 35th Premier League goal this season, and a new record was born.