Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

"Kun, can I call you that?"

Aguero squatted on the edge of the training ground, watching the sunset in Manchester, a big arm around his shoulder.

"Of course, Captain."

Kompany patted the turf and motioned Aguero to sit down, "Missing a friend?"

The latter nodded, propped his hands back, and changed his posture.

"Actually, I knew that you have a good relationship since I was in the Premier League. To be honest, winning the Champions League last year was really a miracle. I didn't expect that you would come here alone."

Kompany, like Aguero, put his hands behind his back and let the sunset fall on him.

"Then why did you choose Manchester City?" Aguero did not directly answer his question.

"Hehe, me?" A flash of memory flashed in Kompany's eyes, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You may not know that Manchester United contacted me first in 2003, but at that time , I have more important things, study, I must get a college diploma before I can officially play football."

This answer was really beyond Aguero's expectations, "University? Manchester United? Then why are you?"

"Ahaha, my wife is a Manchester City fan, but luckily, the club was bought out a week after I arrived, and then, you see, we became that noisy neighbor that someone said. Few people say that I came here because I knew the news in advance, hahahaha." He smiled happily, with a clear conscience.

"Okay, let's talk about you."

"Me?" Aguero looked directly at the dazzling sunset without avoiding it, "Actually, you are not the first to ask me, and many people have asked me why I didn't go to Liverpool to re-form the [Red Army Central Axis] .”

Aguero said while scratching his hair: "The days at Atletico Madrid are very happy. Every day, every training, every game with Lindy and David, I have a dreamlike feeling. Feeling, can you understand?"

Kompany shook his head with a smile.

"That's, you know, no matter how strong the opponent is, whether it's Barcelona or Real Madrid, Messi or Ronaldo, Lindy always likes to say: Come on, beat them!" Aguero's eyes suddenly became A little excited: "Wow, you know, that's much more passionate than BOSS. In many cases, his speeches are more exciting than Simeone's."

"Looking back on it now, I still feel a little overwhelmed!"

"Every time he encounters difficulties, he always rushes to the front, and every time the score falls behind, he will be the first to stand up, just like an elder, sheltering everyone from wind and rain."

It's the kind of fond memory that fills you with joy every time you think about it.

Kompany was a little curious: "Since you have such a good relationship, why do you still come to Manchester City?"

Aguero's eyes suddenly changed, and the smile on his face gradually subsided. He turned his head and asked Kompany: "Is Liverpool considered a rich family??"

"Forget it, my ancestors are richer, a member of the traditional Premier League BIG6."

"What about Manchester City?" Aguero asked.

"Uh...I don't think it counts for the time being, right? For the time being! After all, these guys often call us nouveau riche, purely just envious." Kompany's tone was rather unconvinced.

"So..." Aguero looked at the dazzling sunset, not dodging or avoiding: "They say we have no background, then we use the champion to create the background, they say we are not rich, then we use a Fill the team's room of honor with three trophies and become a wealthy family."

As he spoke, Aguero stood up slowly, "There will always be a day, Captain. I am no longer the Aguero who needed to hide behind Lindy when I was in Atletico Madrid."

In the setting sun, the Argentine teenager gave Kompany hope.

...

On the field

Lindy looked at Aguero who turned around and left, feeling a little puzzled.

Aguero on the court is completely different from him off the court.

Scratching the back of his head, "My son will always be so rebellious when he grows up."

Lindy could only comfort herself in this way.

The game will not be interrupted by such a small episode.

The confrontation between the two sides continues.

But Manchester City's offense relied too much on the midfield, when Lindy and Lucas started to intercept David Silva and Yaya Toure.

Blue Moon's engine began to stall gradually.

And Nasri didn't seem to perform very well against Gerrard.

This caused Dzeko to frequently retreat to catch the ball, delaying the overall advancement speed.

In such an offensive system, Dzeko, who originally existed as a battering ram, seemed a bit out of place, and the number of goals was far inferior to Aguero.

Mancini on the sidelines also discovered this problem, but he does not plan to make any adjustments yet.

The game time is 25 minutes.

Liverpool seized the opportunity again, and De Gea directly sent the ball forward.

Although the accuracy is still ridiculously poor, but with Lindy's presence, this kind of random kick without warning makes it difficult for people to guard against.

The football flew halfway across the field and to the right of midfield.

De Jong looked at the position while running, and he had noticed Lindy.

"Boom!"

Lindy was surprised that De Jong did not compete with him for the top.

The football was easily handed over to Lucas in the middle.

But in the next second, Lindy felt something was wrong.

"Damn it!"

Lindy fell hard to the ground, but the game was not stopped.

This guy is playing dirty tricks!

Stepping!

Have you watched too much NBA?

Lindy got up quickly and continued to move forward, but his teammates were one step faster.

Gerrard suddenly widens the ball on the edge of the penalty area.

Downing's cross was spot on, and Giroud's header hit Lescott's head and bounced off again.

At this time, De Jong was ready to fight for the second landing point with a hidden smile, but his vision suddenly went dark.

Looking up, he saw a red voice flying over his head, and someone pressed his head.

"Wow!!!"

"Lindy!! He rode De Jong to grab the second spot!" Lao Zhan just finished shouting excitedly, and felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his words just now?

The fans at the scene also exclaimed immediately.

In their eyes, during the process of "flying" in the air, Lindy held De Jong's head with one hand, and directly "rided" the opponent to the football.

This should be the first case in the history of football to send the opponent's crotch humiliation in the air.

And De Jong was still touching his head, not knowing what happened.

Before Suarez in the penalty area could react, the football was in front of his eyes.

"Boom!"

Suarez felt that his head touched the football, and he turned half a circle, looking for the football everywhere.

who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

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