"Big Gold Chain! Try moving it."

Ibrahimovic can scare the whole world, but he can't scare Zhuo Yang.

But Zhuo Yang can scare Ibrahimovic.

When he was still a teammate in Barcelona, ​​the two beat Matrazi and Etoo in the Meacha player channel side by side. From that day on Ibrahimovic realized that his Taekwondo black belt was a scumbag in front of Zhuo Yang's fist and foot skills.

Ibrahimovic immediately stood firm. In order to resolve the embarrassment, he held the chair with one hand and his other hand naturally closed his hair. This time, it added a bit of dignity.

The veteran knows that the world is dangerous, but the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. The 20-year-old Axel Tuanzebe shouted: "Hammer!"

‘Bang!’

Before he finished speaking, he was poked to the ground.

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Arteta has a hot temper, but he and Ibrahimovic failed to fight.

First of all, Ibrahimovic actually didn't want to fight. Although he was notorious in the world, he advocated making tricks more than using force. He was old and was not as impulsive as a few years ago.

Secondly, there were other people in the passage, including Fei Niao, Delf, Manchester United captain Carrick, and some staff members. Everyone rushed forward to separate them, and they all persuaded their own people and took them away.

Arteta was a little bit petty, because of the slightest grudge against Barcelona in his early years, and last year he could have aroused the good boy Boss Mei to beat him up at the city stadium.

Arteta was "bullied" by Ibrahimovic. But he couldn't beat him up. Arteta then vented his dissatisfaction by celebrating while walking.

Seltori is even more a villain-like and successful.

The 't'-shaped passage went their separate ways, Arteta and Sertori on the left were already singing and dancing, and Ibrahimovic and Carrick on the right were hanging their faces.

Entering the locker room, their celebrations sparked the already happy people who had already come back first, Ederson, Kompany, Sterling and other happy people started dancing directly.

The excitement can not only be contagious, but it will double after contagion. Within two minutes, the locker room of the Old Trafford team became a noisy stage, and teammates who came back later would quickly join in.

Seltori yelled: "Manchester United - it's stupid~ silly!"

So the stage became a special rap show, and everyone sang and danced with the rhythm: "Manchester City - it's the champion! Manchester United - it's stupid!"

Although the two locker rooms are one left and one right, and the doors are quite far apart, they are not on the same line. However, the rooms are not far apart, and there is a distribution room open to the back through the door in the middle.

It was just that they could not hear each other's words, but the rap chorus of such a neat and quarrel was heard very clearly in Manchester United.

Ibrahimovic was still sulking in interest, and Roho and Wa did not ejaculate and could not bear the pickled food.

"Damn it, I'll shut them up."

Didn't stop it, and no one really wanted to stop it. Rojo and Wa walked out of the locker room without shooting. As soon as they turned into the horizontal line on the 't' channel, they saw Mourinho, who was wet, just retreating from the Manchester City locker room.

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Mourinho walked in after Ibrahimovic and Sertori had a conflict, and he felt strong dissatisfied with Pogba, Zhuo Yang and Guardiola's intimacy. Then he heard the ups and downs of "Manchester City - the champion! Manchester United - the stupid!'.

Anger arose from the heart, evil arises at the brink of courage. Mourinho dared to poke Biranova's eyes in full view of the Bernabeu, and he has never been a master who can tolerate others riding on his head to shit.

When losing, the love player is indifferent, the enemy's ridicule, and several factors are combined, the angry Mourinho entered the Manchester City locker room alone without hesitation.

‘Bang!’

Mourinho, who kicked open the door and put his hands in his pockets, said sternly: "You lack respect for football."

The winner was the king and the loser. The visiting team's locker room was only quiet for a short time, and then collectively burst into laughter at the losers.

Who hasn't had a few thorns yet, goalkeeper Anderson yelled in Portuguese: "Sir Coach, you lack respect for the winner."

"Look at how you haven't won the ball, don't be too proud."

"I'm so proud, you bite me? I haven't won the ball, I've only won 14 consecutive games, you bite me?"

The two of them kept changing quarrels between Portuguese and English. The others were not worried about the big deal when watching the fun, and kept making noises, and strange screams came one after another.

Seltori was in the corner, and he echoed up and groped for a big cup, and seized the opportunity to splash a full glass of water.

Mourinho was thrown out of the door, feeling extremely embarrassed and shouted cheering from inside.

Rojo and Wa, who just arrived, got up immediately without ejaculation, rushed in and started scolding.

"Damn it, who did it?"

The answer to them was a pouring pot like a waterstorm festival, and a mineral water bottle that hits like a grenade.

There were more than 20 people in the Manchester City locker room, so how could they stand it? They could only push to the intersection of ‘t’ as Mourinho retreated step by step.

Some uneasy people in Manchester City, who were addicted to bullying, chased the enemy and rushed out of the door, throwing the water and bottles like money.

Too much noise.

Feynniao, Ederson, Otamendi rushed to the front, and suddenly there was a gap on the opposite side. Manchester United heard the movement and fell out, and who had no water bottle in his hand.

Ibrahimovic didn't move in the locker room, and he felt bored.

Manchester City, who rushed out, was outnumbered and retreated, but was blocked by his teammates who also heard the movement and rushed out to support him. The scene suddenly became so chaotic that it was gone.

As soon as Arteta squeezed out of the door, he was hit on the eyebrow bone by someone who threw it from the other side. He said he was unlucky and immediately saw blood.

Both sides approached each other step by step with guns and bullets. The bottles on Manchester City were basically thrown away, and even Guardiola's thermos was thrown out by anyone.

Seltori did not rush to the front line. He was old and could not find the "grenade" to supplement it. He simply picked up the nine-pound plastic milk jug, raised his hands above his head, and threw it from behind the crowd like a throwing ball.

It is said to be milk, but not all milk. It is a sports supplement drink that is sticky than pure milk but not as thick as yogurt, and is similar to the nutritional fast line.

A piece of columns of the stadium was protruded from the wall at the 't' intersection. Behind the column was the distribution room that divided the two locker rooms. Seltori's milk was hitting the vertices of the column, and the plastic pot was immediately broken.

Next to the pillar is Mourinho.

OK, the eight-pound nutrition express line made Mourinho feel cold from head to toe, and basically no waste.

At this time, the vanguards of both sides also achieved close intercourse, and the athletes started to do it without saying a word.
Chapter completed!