Chapter 080 Relief and Beauty Navas

The scene was chaotic, with both sides surrounding the Madiburg goal like a pack of hyenas, looking at a world war about to break out.

Gunshots can start wars and sometimes stop them. The crowd heard two more crisp ‘pops! Snapped! ’, someone was obviously slapped again, and it was a hundred times harder than the two slaps given to Pengpeng and Ramos just now. Zhuo Yang was immediately furious: Are my people so easy to bully?

He pushed his hands left and right to separate the crowd: "Who? Whoever f*cked me, stand up for me!"

The two teams suddenly separated after hearing the sound, with Zhuo Yang and Alfaro as the leaders, each standing next to their boss. Navarro is not present, and Alfaro is the interim captain.

Zhuoyang and Alfaro glared at each other, but for a long time no one dared to come forward. Zhuo Yang became even more angry: "If you have the guts, stand up. If you dare to hit someone, come out to see them. Whoever dares to touch someone, come out!"

Still no one confessed and showed leniency.

Zhuoyang ignored the referee's dissuasion and turned back to face his teammates: "Who was attacked by someone just now? Come out and recognize them. Fort Madi lacks everything except men!"

Still no one came out.

This is a bit strange.

At this moment, everyone discovered that Navas's face in the opposite Sevilla camp was slowly swelling, and then two slap marks clearly appeared on the left and right cheeks.

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Alfaro exploded and shouted: "Who the hell did this? Stand up for me! Jesus, who hit you? Tell me."

"...It was too chaotic, I...didn't...didn't see it clearly..." Poor Jesus Navas was very distressed.

"Bah!" Zhuo Yang shouted: "I've never seen such a bad team like you, you even beat one of your own people. Bah!!"

Turning around: "Brothers, let's go, don't bother with these football hooligans who even beat up their own teammates."

A group of people cheered and followed Zhuo Yang to the sideline, completely forgetting that the game was not over yet. The referee hurriedly shouted from behind: "Madibao Madibao, come back..." Everyone was confused.

I almost forgot one thing. The referee flashed a red light at David Luiz and Ramos, trying to pretend to be confused and get away with it? There is no door! Slapping each other in the face must be punished according to any rule. Even if the referee doesn't want to play the card, he must pay it out. He can't cover it up even if he wants to.

In one game, six straight red cards were sent off, and there were countless yellow cards flying all over the place. Anyone who didn't receive the penalty could just buy a lottery ticket tomorrow.

The referee spread his hands: I am also very helpless!

Alfaro was no longer willing and pointed at Navas: "Referee, look at it, we've all been beaten like this. We can't even explain it."

There are two reliefs hanging on Navas' mournful face, and anyone with a good eye can see fingerprints on them.

The referee looked at Zhuoyang and then at Alfaro. Who the hell is going to punish this? I can't give Madibao a random one and let them democratically elect someone to take the blame.

Zhuoyang was angry again and pointed at Alfaro: "Are you still fucking shameless? Go back to the meeting at night and dig it out yourself slowly. What are you doing with Mr. Referee?"

Alfaro was so angry: "Are you still shameless? Look at you, look at this face, not only during the day, but even in the middle of the fucking night, you can't go out to meet people! If you dare to hit someone, you dare to come out and take a few steps. Don’t pretend to be a coward.”

"Bah! Stop pretending to be confused here. Who the hell doesn't know that it was one of your own people who did it?" Zhuo Yang started to lead the rhythm: "I dare to pat my chest and say that our Madibao did not commit adultery. Do you dare? ? I dare to pat my chest and say that our Madibao will never attack our own people. Do you dare? Do you dare!"

Alfaro was distracted by Zhuoyang's rhythm, and he didn't know where to start from. After a while, he turned back to look at his Sevilla teammates, and asked in confusion: "No... it's really... one of you... who did it... right?"

The Sevilla players all looked at him like an idiot.

The referee's head almost exploded.

Just for fun, he ended the game with two long whistles. He and the referee team fled without looking back. Alfaro looked at Navas's face and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Brothers, let's go." Zhuo Yang waved his hand again and walked away with the Madibao people arrogantly. This is what ordinary people are like. They are as happy as New Year after taking advantage of a little advantage, completely forgetting that they just lost a European game.

"Pengpeng, good job, a beautiful draw." After walking a little further, Zhuo Yang immediately gave Pengpeng a thumbs up. It was definitely him who did it. He couldn't see where Ramos was in the crowd, so he just grabbed a Sevilla jersey, twirled it around, and whipped it.

Unexpectedly, Pengpeng looked confused: "It's not me, I didn't do it! I thought it was you, Brother Zhuo. I just kept praising you for your acting skills..."

Zhuo Yang was really confused now: Who else could it be if he wasn't Pengpeng? Could it be that someone is really venting his personal anger? Everyone else in Madibao was also puzzled.

Then everyone saw Hamsik secretly raising his hand: "Brother Zhuo, I did it, I did it."

Everyone suddenly realized: Yes, there is no one else except him, and only the explosive arm power that can throw the football from the sideline into the small penalty area can produce two reliefs.

Zhuoyang stretched out his arm and hooked Hamsik's neck: "Good job, grenade. Just tell me what you want to eat and play tonight, and I'll take care of it all for you."

Rockdras took over: "I'll give you one more girl."

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After saying a few words to the team doctor, Zhuoyang walked to the locker room, and happened to walk side by side with Ramos at the entrance of the tunnel. Both men stopped and looked at each other.

The best player in the Sevilla team today must be Ramos. Whether defending Zhuoyang or supporting the frontcourt, Sevilla was able to score three points at home, and Ramos took the most credit. To be honest, Zhuoyang felt a little sympathetic to Ramos. The Spaniard, who was one year younger than him, showed abilities that exceeded Zhuoyang's expectations.

In fact, it was the ability and potential shown by Ramos when defending Zhuoyang in this game that not only made the head coach Casparo's eyes shine, but also made everyone's eyes shine. It was this game that not only established Ramos' absolute main position in the Sevilla team, but also made Real Madrid keep an eye on him.

And Ramos' stoppage-time winner will become his personal signature in the future.

Ramos is convinced by Zhuo Yang. He still scored two goals under the three-man defense throughout the game, and there were almost no forced errors. This is a powerful opponent Ramos has never encountered before. It really lives up to its reputation, Ramos said to himself.

Appreciation is appreciation, but Ramos slapped his younger brother Pengpeng. Now that he has met, he must talk about it. The harsh words were not enough, and Pengpeng did not suffer. Zhuo Yang decided to scare Ramos a little.