My destiny is my own way, and Zhuo Yang is a stinky football player and a piano player, but he is an outstanding representative of the Chinese spirit.

The sun is a god in the West, and it was knocked eight times a day earlier. Our ancestors thought it was hot and shot down nine of ten suns.

The fire in the West was stolen from God, and our fire was rubbed out by our ancestors.

Western food and medicine are given by God, and our food and medicine are tasted by our ancestors one by one.

The Western world has caused a great flood, and they are still repenting of their original sins. We have caused a great flood, and our ancestors have picked up a wooden shit and fucked his mother.

The Chinese people always treat God with you and I, everyone. If you agree with your request, I don’t mind giving you a favor, but if you make a move, I will do it myself.

Is there any legend about kings, princes, generals and ministers? Is it magical? If I asked the Jade Emperor's surname to be Zhang, he could only be Zhang. The legend of the mortal Jiang Ziya holding the God-beating Whip in hand to hit various gods will only appear in Chinese myths.

My fate is up to me, so Zhuo Yang must come back to participate in this competition.

He rushed forward and only made it to the second half. Zhuo Yang competed with Koko at home at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. After fierce hand-to-hand combat and with her husband's humility, his wife won a small goal.

In the second half, both sides re-arranged, and Zhuo Yang's special car happened to drive into the city court. At this moment, even Burnley had no intention of playing, and everyone was staring at the entrance of the passage.

Three minutes...

Five minutes...

Ten minutes later, the man was wearing a short-shot and tough guy on his lower body, and his upper body was bare and his jersey was in his hand, and he walked out leisurely.

That's a tsunami.

There was no running, nor did he change clothes on the spot ten years ago, but the shirtless Zhuo Yang still made Lan Yueliang satisfied and reminisce about his former heartbeat.

Zhuo Yang is a body shape that looks slim and takes off his clothes. The clothes are very ordinary. In fact, the upper body has clear edges and angular muscles, and all kinds of lines and muscles have always been extremely oppressive.

Koko is such a little fairy. If Zhuo Yang has bare back, her eye-catching muscles are C medicine for her, and the medicine is timeless. When summer comes, it is always difficult for Zhuo Yang to wear a top at home.

It’s cheaper to see the Blue Moon women in the city stadium today, who made us all our own people? This means that we really can’t light up the lower body…

Zhuo Yang raised his fists to thank the fans for their kindness, clasped his fists from all sides, and then put his jersey on his side toward Guardiola who was looking through the autumn water.

"Brother, I'm back."

"It's really okay?"

"Otherwise, am I having fun this week?"

Oh, you're obviously like a joke.

"It will take so long to come from the door?"

"I've been soaking shit."

"Can't you pull on the plane?"

"It's all the city all the way, so it's not good to pull anyone, right?"

"Handspreading?"

Zhuo Yang put his short hair together and did not answer. In fact, he just wanted to show off suddenly, and he simply wanted to show off.

"Brother, there's really no problem in your knees?" Lao Gua was serious: "I have to confirm this."

"I won't joke about my health. Thank you, brother."

Zhuo Yang is an incredible stranger. The closer he is to him, the less he will make a fuss about it. Lao Gua believes it.

"Okay, you're on the court now and replace Da Cangming. Brother, please be more at ease. It doesn't matter whether you win or not. Go."

"Brother, I haven't even done a warm-up yet. How did you be a coach?"

Lao Gua: "..."

In the 61st minute of the second half, Zhuo Yang, who was steaming on his head, replaced Sterling. By this time, many Blue Moons' throats were already shouting.

After taking the armband handed over by Lao Kong and put it on, Zhuo Yang looked at Burnley and licked his lips.

In fact, he has a connection with the Red Wine Legion. On the last day of 2016, the last game of the year, in the 19th round of the Premier League in the 16-17 season, Zhuo Yang and Manchester City went to Anfield to challenge Liverpool.

Although the game lost 1:2, Zhuo Yang, under the careful planning of Uncle Zha and Tu Ye, successfully restarted his football skills that were sealed after being severely injured and were forced by their wheel battles, and used the perfect Zhuo family's death torture.

He scored a goal and announced his complete return.

Two days after the New Year, a brand new Zhuo Yang led Manchester City to welcome the Burnley team at the City Stadium. That was Zhuo Yang's first starter since his comeback and the first time he wore the Manchester City captain's armband.

In that game, the score was 6:0, Zhuo Yang scored three shots and passed two times.

Burnley is a monumental opponent for Zhuo Yang. Injury, healing, and running around, Burnley today is also meaningful, so Zhuo Yang decided to drink the bottle of red wine in one go.

Burnley, the Red Wine Legion, has been in trouble for eight lifetimes, and he will meet such a product.

From live broadcast during the flight to landing and arrival, this media campaign was very successful, and individuals would be affected by the psychology. The coach of joke player Dai Qi was no exception. He was suppressed by the gradual sense of oppression.

While Zhuo Yang was still warming up, Dyche made two personnel adjustments at the same time. Mid-middle Ashley Westwood replaced Lennon with wing, and New Zealand center Chris Wood replaced Wax with arrow Vaux.

Wood is better than Vaux and can rob. These two substitutions mean that Burnley's tactics are further focused on defense, that is, they are cowardly before the battle.

Before Zhuo Yang appeared, Burnley really played well, especially Lennon and Vaux were very active, but they really couldn't contribute much to the defense.

On Manchester City, because Zhuo Yang finally made a debut, he hoped to have a home, and his teammates seemed to have a backbone and were focused. Hey, he went to the sixth floor without breathing.

One goes up and the other goes down, and it immediately becomes two games, with no connection between them.

The past world is rumored: If the sky has feelings, the sky will grow old, and I will meet Hartmon. Time flies, and vague rumors have been forgotten by most people. Perhaps only Hart himself is still unforgettable, but Zhuo Yang doesn't remember it anyway.

But this did not prevent him from being kicked.

In the 65th minute, Zhuo Yang, who had run and moved his body, received the ball with his back in front of the penalty area, pushed back to the midfield and gave Fei Niu a back. After running horizontally, Fei Niu's ball was given back again.

He then turned around, carried his instep to the right, and dodged Charlie Taylor and pulled his feet and shot.

Hunting right. Hart didn't react, so the football was straight on the net, 1:0.

Zhuo Yang raised his right leg that shot like a show-off, which was this right leg that had just been seriously injured a week ago.

Madrid, the authoritative sports specialist of St. Mary's Memorial Hospital who watched the game live, and the medical expert of Real Madrid Club, was stunned and murmured: God, Newton, Einstein Galileo, this... is fucking unscientific.

If there are people who understand among them, they will know that Zhuo Yang told them to keep it secret a week ago, not that he wanted to hold up big news, but out of kindness. Otherwise, the medical diagnosis will be more straightforward and the reverse will be more slap in the face.

It has a great impact on their reputation in the industry.
Chapter completed!