big mouth ball king

Chapter 391 The Biggest Winner

"Little bastard, you really did it." Maradona rushed to Tang Zhenglong like a 5-year-old child.

"I go!"

Tang Zhenglong estimated that Maradona weighed at least 200 catties. If he was shot on himself, he might be injured.

then……

"Fuck me."

Maradona didn't expect Tang Zhenglong to escape, he couldn't stop the car.

So the knees moved forward, the geese fell on the flat sand, and the whole person slapped the lawn.

"Are you okay?"

"Waist, my old waist."

Tang Zhenglong sweated, "Don't twist your waist."

"Come on, let me help you up."

With a slight movement, the waist seemed to be broken.

"No, it really hurts."

"Diego, how did you become so useless?"

"Asshole, it's not because of you that you escaped."

Tang Zhenglonghan, if you don't hide, then you will be the one lying on the ground.

"Han Peng, hurry up and get our team doctor, this fat man is injured."

fat man?

There was a black line on Han Peng's forehead. This is the famous Maradona. According to Tang Zhenglong, he is...a fat man?
Brother Long is mighty!

The Chinese team doctor gave Maradona a few simple massages. If it is a hard injury, it should be relieved. If it is a sprain, it will be troublesome.

"Is it better, Diego?"

"No, it still hurts."

Tang Zhenglong said to himself: "Is this physical strength enough to make such a young girlfriend?"

The words are unintentional, but the listener is interested.

Maradona immediately became angry, "Little bastard, what are you talking about!!"

"No no."

"Then what to do now?"

"Get on the stretcher," said the team doctor.

"No, I can't afford to lose that face."

Maradona went down to the stadium to be an award presenter, but the award ceremony hadn't started yet, so he was carried down on a stretcher?

Isn't that an international joke?
Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, "There is a solution, then you can get out."

"..."

"Don, do you really want to piss me off!"

sweat.

"I mean you get out, get out for short."

"Or my teammate and I drag one of your legs and drag you out."

Maradona thought about the scene in his mind, and said helplessly: "Forget it, let's use a stretcher."

*****
"The award presenters for this Asian Cup include AFC President Harman, FIFA President Sepp Blatter, and Asian star Ovillan."

The commentary specifically introduced Ovilland, who represented Saudi Arabia in the 1994 World Cup and scored a goal against Belgium.

The scoring process was comparable to Maradona's solo performance in 1986. Overlan started to dribble the ball from the midfield, passed the entire Belgian defense line by himself, and scored a goal.

"In addition, the AFC invited football superstar Maradona."

"Wait a minute, something seems to have happened."

The camera zooms in, and the old horse is lying on a stretcher.

"Why is Diego lying on the stretcher, what happened?"

All the fans stood up and applauded Maradona.

"Diego, you are so popular, there are so many people applauding you while lying down."

Maradona didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have listened to Tang Zhenglong and came to Asia."

"I will never contact Tang Zhenglong again."

"Woooooo."

The award ceremony began, first runner-up Australia came to the stage to accept the award.

"Australia just joined the AFC two years ago. They won the runner-up, which is a very good result."

"They've also earned the respect of Asia."

Harman comforted Kewell, a little disappointed, but professional football can only be like this, there is only one champion, you have to accept it.

The Australians filed down and left the podium, and then it was time for the Chinese team.

"The Chinese team won the championship."

The camera shot was given to Tang Zhenglong immediately.

"The top scorer in the UEFA Cup last season, played for Cologne, and has now moved to Chelsea. He scored an incredible 23 goals in this Asian Cup."

"Yes, you heard it right, scoring 6 goals in 23 games is no longer a matter of breaking the record, but of abusing the record."

The commentator was boasting, Tang Zhenglong in the stadium is actually like a child, he is only 21 years old, in his prime.

The average person is 21 years old, still in college, and asks his parents for money, but Tang Zhenglong has already become the focus on the court.

"Brother Long, I'm shooting you." Han Peng reminded Tang Zhenglong.

"I know."

Tang Zhenglong made a 2 with his left hand and a 3 with his right hand.

The Chinese players stepped onto the podium one by one. When it was Tang Zhenglong's turn, Harman patted him on the head.

"You are so good, I think this year's Asian Footballer of the Year must be you."

"I heard that Asian Footballer of the Year is not awarded to players who play overseas?"

"We are ready to change the rules, Asian football is different."

Originally, the Asian Footballer of the Year was only awarded to Asians playing football in Asia. The purpose of course was to protect the interests of Asian clubs, but now it seems that this rule is outdated.

Blatter is the kind of person who is particularly eloquent. In fact, he is not very familiar with Tang Zhenglong, but his assistant found some information for him temporarily.

"Don, I know you played in Cologne and you did a great job."

"Thank you, Mr. Chairman."

"..."

Both of them were embarrassed.

"Mr. Chairman, your suit is really nice."

"Haha, Armani's."

Tang Zhenglong had never heard of this brand, and thought to himself: "Why is this brand a curse? It's from Anima."

The most exciting moment is coming, Harman came to Zheng Zhi with the heavy Asian Cup.

The Asian Cup is held high, and the new king ascends the throne, ruling Asia.

Tang Zhenglong couldn't wait to touch the trophy.

"Heavy."

I also won two trophies last season, but trophies are like money, no matter how many there are, it is not too much, which is strange.

After the awards ceremony, the reporters on the sidelines couldn't wait.

"Don, please accept our interview."

Tang Zhenglong faced the reporter with a smile.

The first question was a Malaysian reporter.

"Tang, what do you think of the host country of this Asian Cup?"

"I wonder if it can be hosted in one country in the future. There are too many four countries, and it is very troublesome to run around."

Even the AFC itself has admitted its mistake on this point, and will not accept joint bids in the future.

"Don, how long do you think the Asian Cup scoring record you created will last."

Everyone thought that Tang Zhenglong would break the sky, for example, it would never be broken, or it would be the end of the world.

But I didn't expect Tang Zhenglong's answer to be - four years.

"I think this record will last for four years at most, because after four years I will break my own record."

puff! !

Will you die if you don't blow it?

But this is Tang Zhenglong, if he doesn't brag or talk loudly, then it will be boring.

"Don, what's your next goal?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, "Champion of the Premier League."

(End of this chapter)