big mouth ball king

Chapter 144 Deception

"Hahaha, this is too funny."

But Meyer is very clear that this cannot be posted, and there will be legal problems.

"Put it away, and don't show it to others. There may be legal problems."

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

"Let's go to the game, the game is about to start."

"Ok."

*****
10 minutes into the game, the two sides played very fast, and each played their own characteristics. Argentina's Xiaokuailing attacked, while Germany used Klose as a fulcrum to do some tactics.

Just then, a staff member in a suit and leather shoes came.

"Hello, I am a staff member of FIFA. The president of FIFA invites you to the VIP seat."

Boom.

Meyer and Claudia were dumbfounded, "President of FIFA?"

"Invite Tang Zhenglong?"

"is it possible?"

Meyer kept an eye out, and she asked to see the ID.

"This is my identification."

After Meyer took it, he looked at it himself, and then handed it to Claudia to confirm that it was correct. This is indeed a FIFA staff member.

"Don, how do you know the president of FIFA?"

"I don't know either." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

But at this time Tang Zhenglong was surrounded by the adoring gazes of the two girls, of course it was impossible for him to speak out what was in his heart.

"Actually, I am a very low-key person. Blatter and I have known each other for a long time."

"Don, I adore you."

"Okay, wait in line, there are 99 beautiful girls before you who adore me and want to be with me."

"Screw you!"

Tang Zhenglong followed the staff to the VIP seat, but when the door opened, there was no one there!
"What about Mr. Blatter?"

"It's in there."

The staff closed the door and then locked it.

"Huh? Why lock the door?"

Tang Zhenglong turned around and sat down on the ground in shock, only to see that Pele and Maradona appeared in front of him instead of Blatter.

"Haha, I didn't expect it."

Tang Zhenglong wanted to cry.

"Hand over the camera."

Tang Zhenglong handed the digital camera to Bailey.

"How to delete?"

"Press that red button."

Maradona snatched the camera, "Just smash it and forget it."

"Don't! I'll delete it."

After deleting the photo, Maradona and Pele patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "You don't have a backup, do you?"

"No, my camera doesn't have a backup function."

"Okay, I believe you."

"Can I go?" Tang Zhenglong said timidly.

"Of course not, we invite you to watch the game together."

"Can I say no?"

"What do you say?"

Tang Zhenglong can only accompany Pele and Maradona to watch the game, not to mention, watching the game in the VIP seats is really cool, with a great view and free champagne.

"Isn't it cool, brat?" Maradona patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder.

"Yes." Tang Zhenglong showed a flamboyant smile.

"Do you know what is missing now?"

"What's missing?" Tang Zhenglong asked tentatively, "A woman?"

puff.

Bailey took a sip of champagne and spouted half of it.

"Diego, this guy is less serious than you."

"Haha."

"Missing a wonderful goal, brat."

But the goal didn't appear until the second half. In the 49th minute, Argentine defender Ayala received a pass and headed into the German goal.

"GOOOOOAL."

"Argentina."

"Argentina."

"Argentina."

Maradona waved his Argentina jersey with the same passion as he did when he led Argentina to the title in 1986.

Time seems to be going backwards, Bailey and the old horse are both young, only football can make people so pure and rejuvenated.

"Diego, I hope Argentina and Brazil meet in the final."

"Okay, beating Brazil to win the title is the most wonderful thing, 4000 million Argentines will go crazy with joy."

"Wait and see."

Maradona patted Tang Zhenglong, "What do you think? If Argentina and Brazil meet in the final, who do you prefer?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "Both of you are football seniors, so there's no room for me to talk."

"Hey, how did you become so honest?"

Tang Zhenglong thought: "Isn't this nonsense? The door is locked, what can I do?"

Maradona looked at the time, almost 80 minutes.

"I think Argentina will win. I'll treat you to steak later."

"Okay."

"I'm a vegetarian now," Bailey said.

"Niggers are trouble."

"What did you say!"

"Why are you so nervous, I always say that on the court, haha."

"That's the 80s!"

There was a black line on Tang Zhenglong's forehead. The old horse's big mouth was far superior to his own.

It didn't take long for Maradona to be happy, and the German team scored a goal. Klose scored a header for Germany to equalize the score.

Maradona was dumbfounded.

"Damn German."

"Haha."

Tang Zhenglong pretended to say: "I want to go to the toilet, I drank too much champagne."

Maradona said to Tang Zhenglong with a smile on his face: "Yes, but don't try to run. I have ordered that the door will not be opened until the end of the game."

Tang Zhenglong's forehead was sweating, Meyer and the others probably wouldn't call the police.

"Ah! I want to go home." Tang Zhenglong wailed in his heart.

After 30 minutes, overtime was over, and the score was still 1-1. No one expected that the quarter-finals would be so intense.

Penalty shootout.

Maradona's face is obviously ugly. There are several "difficult households" in penalty kicks in international football, one is the Netherlands, the other is England, and there is Argentina. Germany is recognized as a strong team in penalty kicks.

Maradona pointed to Bailey and Tang Zhenglong, "You two don't say anything, I want to pray now."

"OK."

Maradona put his hands on his chest and began to pray.

Most of the devout Christians in Argentina will pray first when they take a penalty kick.

Cambiasso takes the penalty spot.

As long as he fails to score, the game is over.

Maradona turned around, "Boy, tell me the result later."

"it is good."

approach.

Cambiasso failed to withstand the tremendous pressure. His penalty kick was weak and was saved by Lehmann.

Tang Zhenglong and Bailey looked at each other.

"Stinky boy, what's the result?"

Tang Zhenglong walked over and gave Maradona a hug, and Pele also patted the old horse.

Brush it.

The old horse cried like a child.

Maradona may have many shortcomings, but his love for Argentine football is real. He has shed blood, shed tears, loved and hated Argentine football.

Maybe that's why, no matter what the old horse did, the Argentines can forgive him.

woo woo woo woo.

woo woo woo woo.

woo woo woo woo.

The old horse sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

Tang Zhenglong secretly reached out to touch the camera, thinking: "This must be photographed."

Maradona cried and said: "Stinky boy, if you dare to shoot, try it, I will beat you."

(End of this chapter)