"Go back!" He waved his head to the locker room.

Then he walked to the locker room first. After looking at each other, the others followed him obediently.

Sun Pan, who was following the last, lowered his head and asked Zhou Yi in a low voice: "Do they understand what I scolded?"

"From their expressions, they may not understand your Northeast Village-style English." Zhou Yi shook his head.

"Damn!" Sun Pan was very dissatisfied, and was a waste of his expression. "What should I do?"

"Fuck them in the game!" Zhou Yi said. "Fuck them to death! Defeat them!"

Zhou Yi is also full of murderous aura.

In the first half, as the person who assisted He Ying to score, he was naturally "focused" by the Chelsea youth team. Moreover, he had a lot of balls, and the Chelsea youth team players were not polite to him. He wrestled a lot in the first half, and his white jersey was stained with green and brown patches, which were turf and soil.

Since Chelsea started counterattacking, Zhou Yi has basically not played well, and he is always kicked.

The referee does not always call the Chelsea youth team a foul every time he is kicked. This is normal, because the referee is the coach of the Chelsea youth team, so he will naturally be biased towards the opponent.

There is no way to appeal, so I can only continue to be kicked, this ball is played...

If Sun Pan is full of anger, Zhou Yi will even have fire in his lower abdomen.
Chapter completed!