big mouth ball king

Chapter 253 True and False Romero

"Since Rehhagel can create a Greek miracle, why can't I?" Victor Munoz laughed.

Panathinaikos coach Munoz repeatedly talked about the miraculous journey of Greece winning the European Cup in 2004 when facing reporters at Cologne Airport.

"Football is round. I want to teach Greek football a truth in 2004. Any dream can come true."

"But your opponent is known as Kaiserslautern."

"Haha."

Coincidentally, both the Greek miracle and the Kaiser miracle were created by Rehhagel.

"Then let's see who is genuine."

"I don't want to say too much, we will return to Greece with an away goal."

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"Shoot those two people." Claudia directs her camera.

"They are the main strikers of the Greek national team, Sarpinghidis and Papadopoulos."

"There is also that man, the Argentine Romero, who is the team's main defensive midfielder. His partner is Ziolis, who is also Greek."

"Quick shot."

Between training and media time, Claudia caught up.

"Romero, can I interview you?"

"Okay, give me a kiss first."

Claudia was taken aback for a moment, the South Americans were arrogant, and Claudia didn't care.

"Romero, I want to interview you with a question."

"Hehe, I don't accept interviews with German journalists."

"I went through the formalities, with official permission."

Romero shrugged. "What's none of my business?"

Argentina was eliminated by Germany on penalties in the World Cup last year, and many Argentines were worried about this.

Argentines call it patriotic at best, and populists at worst. When Ferguson talked about Veron in his memoirs, he said that Argentines were too patriotic and unwilling to learn English. They always carried the national flag with them and always gathered with their own people.

Romero shook his finger. "Unless you give me a kiss, I won't do interviews with German journalists."

Claudia was burning with anger, and she suppressed her anger and smiled: "That's bothering you."

"Ha ha."

Romero swaggered away.

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"What?? That Argentine grandson dared to bully my wife."

"what!!!"

Claudia patted a magazine on Tang Zhenglong's face.

"Why are you still helping him?"

Tang Zhenglong put on an expression of incomprehension, and Claudia was furious, knowing that I was not referring to this.

"No, no, I must avenge you."

"Don't talk nonsense, you want to be suspended."

"Hey, I'm not that stupid, I won't beat him up, I'll play with him."

puff.

"I still say the same thing, don't mess around."

"How can I do that? You can bully me, Tang Zhenglong, but you can't bear to bully my wife."

"Go away, who is your wife!!"

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The atmosphere at the Rhine Energy Stadium reached its peak before the game. I didn't expect the team to reach the third round of the UEFA Cup.

The team song is loud, the mascot billy goat is eating carrots, and in the locker room, players from both sides are also ready to go.

In the player channel, Tang Zhenglong saw Romero, but Romero didn't know the relationship between Claudia and Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong walked over excitedly holding a poster.

"Superstar!"

"Superstar!"

"Superstar!"

Romero was suddenly dumbfounded and wondered, "I'm a superstar?"

"Superstar, come, let's shake hands."

Romero, who was already stunned, stretched out his hand, "You know me?"

"Of course, Argentine superstar."

"It's true that I'm an Argentine player, but a superstar? Are you exaggerating?"

However, although Romero denied it with his mouth, he was very happy in his heart. Who doesn't want to become a superstar when playing football.

Tang Zhenglong patted Romero on the shoulder, "You are too humble. Of course you are a superstar. You have represented the Argentine national team. How many people in the world can do this?"

"Argentine national team?"

This Romero really hasn't been selected.

"Haha, you may remember wrongly, my dream is to join the Argentine national team, but I have not been selected for the Argentine national team, but I will work hard."

"Don't be humble."

"I saw you on TV playing for the Argentine national team."

"..."

Romero was confused, "Have I represented the Argentine national team? Why don't I know?"

"Haha, my friend, you must have misremembered."

"Impossible, I have your poster."

"You still have my poster?"

"open to take a look."

Tang Zhenglong opened it carefully as if he was holding a family treasure.

"Look, this is not you, Romero." Tang Zhenglong pointed to the Argentine goalkeeper on the poster.

At this time Romero's face smelled like a dog S.

The one on the poster is indeed Romero, but it is Sergio Romero, the Argentine goalkeeper.

Romero was furious: "Are you blind? We are so different in appearance, you can admit your mistake!"

Tang Zhenglong pointed to the person in the poster, then pointed to Romero, and asked in surprise, "Aren't you two alone?"

Romero really wanted to spit blood on Tang Zhenglong's face, which was as outrageous as mistaking Crespo for Maradona.

"How did you pass the Cologne medical examination? Your eyes are almost blind."

"is it?"

Tang Zhenglong pointed to Schultz, "Let me ask you, are these two people exactly the same?"

"Yes!"

puff.

Could it be that Cologne is a team for the blind?
"Okay, I don't have time to talk to you, you'd better treat your eyes well."

Tang Zhenglong put on a very disappointed expression, "It turns out that you are not an Argentine international. I am so happy. Then why are you called Romero?"

"I'm called Romero because my dad's last name is Romero, does that require your approval?"

"No need, I just feel that your name is also Romero, and this suddenly became a lot lower."

Romero grabbed Tang Zhenglong, "You must have deliberately disgusted me before the game."

"no!"

At this moment, Matip in the aisle gave Tang Zhenglong an OK gesture.

It was an appointment in advance, and if the referee came, he would signal to him.

"I just don't think you deserve to be called Romero, why don't you change your name to Ricardo, is that okay?"

"Can you say that again!!!"

"what are you doing?"

Romero turned his head and saw that the referee was beside him.

"Referee, he threatened to break my leg so I couldn't score."

"you!!!"

Romero raised his fist.

"Referee, look!!!"

The referee saw that Tang Zhenglong under Romero's fist was so weak and trembling. Needless to say, this must be Romero's fault.

"I warn you, I'm eyeing you, if this kind of thing happens on the pitch, then a red card."

"Referee, me!!"

Tang Zhenglong said: "You are treating the referee as blind, you have seen it all."

Romero endured it, knowing that if he made trouble again, he would not have to appear.

(End of this chapter)