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Before the game, he vowed not to let Zhuoyang score again, but the first half was not over yet, and it was because of a foul of his own. Although the foul was forced and was of a tactical nature.

The little pig is inevitably a little disappointed, and his gray-white head sets off his complexion, which inevitably gives people a feeling of desolation in his old age.

"Pig, you don't really think you can prevent him from scoring, do you?" Tu Ye said.

"Oh - Mr. Tu, am I really old?"

Mr. Tu was not good at expressing himself, but he was very smart in his heart. He immediately sensed Xiaozhu's heartache from Xiaozhu's unanswered question.

The age of 34 and the appearance of frost beat pear blossoms, this is not the aging of a man. Germany suffered a disastrous defeat in the World Cup and was promoted as the number one scapegoat. This is the most heart-breaking thing.

No man will surrender to old age. Unless he is driven to despair over and over again by cruel years, he will still look at young ladies all over the world at the age of seventy.

Xiaozhu was unwilling to leave the comfortable Bundesliga and come to the Premier League. This was his challenge to the years. By challenging his good brother Zhuo Yang, he proves that he still has peak strength, because Zhuo Yang is the pinnacle of football.

Zhuoyang is still making progress, and Xiaozhu doesn't want to be pulled down by his good brother.

"If you take whether you can prevent Zhuo Yang from scoring goals as a criterion, then what, Xiaozhu, you are not old, you are naive." Tu Ye said seriously: "You shouldn't wear shorts, you should wear crotchless pants."

pig:"……"

"Don't ask me whether you are old or not, and don't ask Zhuo Yang."

Piggy: "Then who should I ask?"

"Ask your wife, you idiot." Mr. Butcher shook his head and said, "Put on your crotchless pants and ask."

If the little pig who has been dominating for half his life really needs the enlightenment of an intimate elder sister, then he is no longer a little pig. The butcher's heartless smashing was enough for the little pig who had occasional emotions.

At the age of 34, he dared to leave the Bundesliga and come to the Premier League, which is recognized as the most difficult and unfamiliar among the five major leagues. This ambition alone is enough to show that Xiaozhu is not old.

Ana Ivanovich can testify.

Shaking his head, Xiaozhu continued to run to entangle Zhuo Yang with a smile.

"You bitch, score another goal and let dad see it."

Zhuo Yang shouted angrily: "Er, daddy loves you."

Tu Ye saw their father and son recognizing each other, and he smiled naively and pulled away, not because he felt disgusted, but because Xiaozhu was the main defender. He was responsible for helping to defend Zhuoyang, and the most important thing was to block Zhuoyang's receiving route.

After the restart, Manchester City's morale was boosted by the equalizer in the away game, and Liverpool had to keep a low profile for the time being.

In the 43rd minute, the two sides started fighting in the midfield. Gundogan turned from straight to horizontal and failed to deceive Firmino. After being blocked, he lost the ball under his feet.

Before Mane took the ball, he was met with a very arrogant counterattack by Federico. Feiniao is not a physical player, but he still has no problem dealing with Mane.

The two people twisted together like they were practicing wrestling, and then they fell to the ground together. Feiniao was so happy that he sat on Mane.

Perhaps it was influenced by what Mr. Zhu had taught Xiwa just now, and Mane was not a calm person to begin with, so he pushed Feiniao hard before he could stand up completely.

How could the Brazilian midfielder suffer this disadvantage? Mane suffered a secret loss by directly nodding his head, and his nose was as sore as if he was out of love.

Wijnaldum stepped forward. He seemed to be trying to break up the fight, but in fact he raised his arms and turned around to give him an elbow. The pain in Fedora's cheeks felt as if his molars were on fire.

It wasn't a big deal, but Mane and Feiniao were lying on the ground again in pain as if their biological fathers had died.

Zhuo Yang was murderous and wanted to teach Doom a lesson, but he remembered that he was not a pig and hurriedly hid behind the real pig.

"Little pig, don't stop me, let this bitch fight with me."

"Be good, vent your anger on me, you know, don't argue with people who have no reputation, be good~" Mr. Zhu returned the comfort to Zhuo Yang unchanged.

The Dutchman Wijnaldum is in Liverpool and is actually Tu Ye's direct younger brother. As long as he doesn't fight Zhuo Yang today, Tu Ye will settle the matter for him no matter how big the problem is, so Zhuo Yang can only stare.

Atkinson was so kind that he didn't even show a yellow card. It stands to reason that Mane, Fernando, and Doom would not have escaped. Speaking of which, Manchester City suffered a small loss.

However, based on the fact that Mane hugged Fernando's midfielder during the dispute, he punished Liverpool's midfielder for a foul and gave Manchester City a direct free kick.

Zhuoyang was still reluctant to let go, his loving father Xiaozhu comforted him gently, and Mr. Tu also hurriedly talked to him.

"Forget it, forget it, what, this kid...fuck me!"

Zhuo Yang, possessed by a drama spirit, suddenly poked the ball with his toe while Zhu and Tu were immersed in kindness. Indirect free kick, no need to wait for the whistle.

The clever Sterling received the ball in the frontcourt. Liverpool was caught off guard and was completely empty. The counterattack was not very comfortable.

But at the most dangerous moment, Van Dijk showed his value, single-handedly using perfect line blocking, so that Sterling could neither rush directly to the goal nor easily pass to Silva in the middle.

Unable to get rid of several changes of direction, Van Dijk successfully delayed Manchester City's attack.

Zhuo Yang reached the penalty area with Zhu Zhu and Tu, which gave Sterling more space to pass the ball.

Sterling passed the ball and Van Dyke also completed the task. The rest depends on Mr. Tu and Mr. Zhu.

Xiaozhu stuck on the inside and did not give Zhuoyang any chance to meet the ball and shoot. Tu Ye was on the outside and was behind, guarding against Zhuoyang's fake turn.

Zhuoyang faced the football and used his body fiercely to try to squeeze the two dogs away, but which one was a bad guy, it didn't have much effect.

He shook his left ankle to shoot, but the pig's leg was already sealed in place. He swung his right leg out to meet Xi Wa. This was something Tu Ye allowed, but he still tried his best to resist his lower back to guard against any changes.

Zhuoyang's sweep... was empty, and the football was passed through the crotch of his two thick legs spread like a dilator, and leaked behind him.

It was so unexpected. Zhu Hetu didn't expect it at all. When he looked back - holy shit, Aguero!

Two against one, the brothers seemed to have completely restricted Zhuo Yang, but in fact they still lost. Their thoughts were all on Zhuo Yang, and they had no idea that A Kun was behind them. Zhuo Yang tried his best and couldn't take advantage, but he didn't waste his eyesight on the back of his head.

Lost, but not all lost.

There was no point in using the piggy posture. The butcher yelled "唔" and forcibly lifted himself up three feet from the ground. He twisted his waist and raised his hips in the air to complete the change of body direction.

Black charcoal heads turn into essence.

A bolt of black lightning struck Akun, who was about to shoot, and the black bald cup turned into a shadow.

Aguero doesn't give anything for nothing, you are faster and I am faster.

‘Bang! ’

A Kun's instep hit Tu Ye's heel, and Tu Ye swung his leg and was knocked upside down.

‘Beep——’ the whistle sounded, and Atkinson pointed to the penalty spot.

Butcher: "..."

Zhuoyang held the little pig and laughed, but soon he stopped laughing. Akun held his ankles and howled on the ground.

Being able to kick Tu Ye into a spin, how much hatred does A Kun have against him? Tu Ye, whose face turned darker, rubbed his heels to see if it was okay. When Akun was replaced by Jesus, he burst into tears.

The penalty kick was accurate, and it had nothing to do with whether Mr. Tu’s face was black or not.

The little pig was unwilling to give in. "Don't score such an easy goal now, and let others know about it."

The loving father Zhuo Yang said kindly: "Silly son, how could you be a stupid son."

It needs to be difficult, right? Dad gives you difficulty.

The most desperate one is Alisson. He doesn't know whether he should give up at this moment, because he can't make a move anyway. Out of dignity, he still chose not to give up and pounced hard on the left side.

How wonderful it would be to give up!

Damn it, he scooped it up, despair + chagrin = Alisson.

A spoon 2:1, Manchester City overtook the score.

"Oh, daddy scored again. Porlu, porridge~, thank you, Mr. Tu, I couldn't get in without you."

Tu Ye's loss is like a meteorite crater.

"Pig, do you think I'm old?"

"Yes, yes, don't ask me whether you are old or not. Just go and ask..."

"You dare to ask me to ask Winona. I won't have food for you when I go back tonight."

Xiaozhu: "...Open your crotchless pants. I'll go to a restaurant, I'll go to Zhuo Yang's house to eat, I'll go to Uncle Zha's house to eat."

The game was over in the first half. Zhuo Yang did not go to trouble Wijnaldum. Tu Ye was protecting him. He was jumping up and down just for Feiniao and the whole team to see.

Xiaozhu didn't bother Xiwa either, he forgot about it. When the butcher talked about midnight snacks, the little pig thought he was hungry.

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