big mouth ball king

Chapter 386 The Peak Showdown
Jakarta, Glora Pong Kano Stadium.

The stadium with 6 people was full, and all the big football players came, including AFC President Harman, FIFA President Sepp Blatter, and some famous football players, such as Maradona.

In the player channel, players from both sides line up on both sides.

The Chinese team is afraid of Australia's strength. The opponents they encountered before basically only have one super strong support.

For example, Iran has Internal Medicine South, and South Korea is... By the way, South Korea seems to have none.

But Australia's frontcourt is full of big names. Viduka looked at the Chinese team with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Australia's No. 9 is like a tank in the Premier League. When it comes to Asia, it is simply abusive.

No. 10 Kewell was quite polite, he shook hands with Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, next season we will play against each other in the Premier League."

"I won't show mercy."

Cahill also said hello to Tang Zhenglong, they are both from the Premier League, and they feel like they are insiders.

At this moment, a middle-aged man patted Tang Zhenglong's shoulder heavily.

"Tang, what you said to the reporter was really good."

Graham.

"You said such a simple truth, why don't many people understand it?"

"..."

Tang Zhenglong felt that the other party would misunderstand, but in fact he just wanted to brag, nothing else!

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, let's have a drink together after the game."

"I can not drink."

"You are such a good boy." Before leaving, Graham patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder again.

"I'm sick, just talk when you speak, what are you doing with your hands and feet!!" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

*****
Game start.

Australia played an attack-oriented formation, with two strong centers on the forward line-Viduka and Aloisi.

The two wingers are complemented by Cahill and Kewell.

This kind of offensive combination was basically crushed in the previous games. Graham was very satisfied with it and did not intend to make any changes in the final.

Australia's first attack after the opening posed a great threat. Kewell sent a beautiful curve ball from the side, and Viduka beat Li Weifeng to grab the first point.

The top of the ball was high, but it was Zhu Guanghu who jumped up first.

This is too simple. If the Australians can break into the Chinese team's defensive hinterland with such a simple attack, then even two Tang Zhenglongs are not enough.

There was nothing wrong with the defense of the Chinese team, Li Weifeng was also in place, but the air confrontation was obviously weaker than Viduka.

Soon, Australia's offense made a comeback, and it was still a cross from the side, which is very typical of English football, but it worked. This time Viduka was even worse, crossing his arms and hitting Li Weifeng's face.

Li Weifeng covered his face and fell to the ground, looking very painful.

"Hey, don't flop, I didn't touch you."

There was a smirk on the corner of Viduka's mouth, as if he had succeeded.

"I suggest you change to a stronger central defender, maybe you can save a few goals."

Dong Fangzhuo was young and energetic, and was about to step forward, but Sun Jihai stopped him.

"He did it on purpose to provoke you."

Ding sound.

Task: Give Viduka a red card.

Reward: Speed ​​100, Pendulum 3 times.

Penalty: None.

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"System, you really won't let me go."

"Master, it's fun to teach."

"Is this idiom used in this way?"

Tang Zhenglong felt that it was a bit difficult to deal with, so he gave Viduka a red card?
I am not Korean, and I have no money to pay the referee. Is this red card given away?

"But I seem to remember that Viduka has a bad temper."

There was a quarrel between the Chinese players and Viduka, and Tang Zhenglong suddenly appeared, "Hey, get out of the way."

"Get out of the way?" Viduka smiled, "Why?"

"Why? Just because I'm from Chelsea and you are from Newcastle."

……

There is a chain of contempt among football players. Europeans look down on Asians, and the five major leagues look down on non-five major leagues.

The Premier League looks down on the Bundesliga, and the Premier League giants look down on non-rich ones.

When Tang Zhenglong said this, Viduka burst into anger.

"Are you stupid? Newcastle is also a wealthy family."

……

Tang Zhenglong calmed down for a second, then rolled on the ground.

"I laughed to death, I really laughed to death."

"Newcastle are a giant."

Tang Zhenglong stood up, then fell down again with a plop.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I'll laugh again."

"Newcastle are a giant."

Viduka picked up Tang Zhenglong, "What's so great about you? You went to Chelsea as a substitute, and I was the main force. And let me say it again, I am proud to join Newcastle."

puff.

Then a series of popping sounds came and went.

Viduka touched his face, it was Tang Zhenglong's saliva, he was mad.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, because it was so funny."

Players on both sides are worried that the two of them will fight, some are trying to persuade them to fight, and some are explaining to the referee.

"Newcastle are a giant."

"Yes."

The teammate's tone was very perfunctory, and Viduka was even more upset, "What's the matter? Don't you think what I said is wrong like that bastard?"

The teammates looked at each other and thought: "Newcastle can at best be considered a strong team, and the giants must be out of reach."

"Humph!"

Viduka didn't want to continue talking.

Tang Zhenglong thought about it for a while, and the anger was raised, but Viduka is a professional player after all, and it is not so easy to lose control, so he has to work harder.

"System, you're really ruining people."

"Teaching people tirelessly? Teach others, tireless, thank you, master."

……

A black line appeared on Tang Zhenglong's forehead, "Okay, as long as you are happy."

*****
Li Weifeng felt that someone was patting him, turned his head and saw that it was Tang Zhenglong.

"Zhenglong, why did you run back?"

"That's right, that No. 9 is too arrogant, let me defend him."

Li Weifeng is sweating.

"Zhenglong, it doesn't mean that if you score more goals, you can do anything. Defense still requires professional skills."

"I know." Tang Zhenglong nodded.

Li Weifeng couldn't resist Tang Zhenglong, "Do you really want to defend?"

"must."

Li Weifeng shifted his position.

The commentator found something unusual, "Where's Tang Zhenglong? Could it be that he's on vacation?"

"Just kidding, audience friends, don't worry, I'll look for it."

In the end, the commentator found that Tang Zhenglong had run to the back line.

"Tang Zhenglong went back to help defend."

"He must be suffering from heat stroke, his mind is out of order."

Viduka didn't think that Tang Zhenglong's mind was broken, he just wanted to show Tang Zhenglong some color.

"Chelsea? Is it amazing?"

Viduka raised his hand to signal the side to send the ball to himself.

The teammates understood, and frequently sent curve ball passes to deliver shells for their big center forward.

Viduka looked at Tang Zhenglong's position, jumped up from the side and rear, just like a dunk in basketball, he wanted to crush.

(End of this chapter)