big mouth ball king

Chapter 432 Fighting for the ticket

"What happened just now?" Benitez was dumbfounded.

"The ball seemed to turn a corner."

"FU*K."

Benitez seldom swears, but this time he really couldn't hold back, because this ball is too weird.

"It's not scientific."

"Boss, we are not engaged in science."

Soon, the even more shocking scene for the Liverpool people was that the celebration of the Everton people was specially designed to disgust them.

Tang Zhenglong rushed to the sidelines and made a bowling action, and the "trophies" in the stands fell down with a rumble.

It feels like Liverpool are down.

"This celebration is a bit too much," said the commentator.

18 top league championships, this is the record that Liverpool people are most proud of. It is okay to slap the face, but it hurts too much.

Gerrard was the first to charge.

As a child of Liverpool and the captain, Gerrard shouted at Tang Zhenglong.

"Boy, you can't do this, you were not born when Liverpool was brilliant."

Then Sissoko, Benayoun and Hyypia all stepped forward to support their teammates.

Moyes was dumbfounded.

"Damn it! Tang Zhenglong is surrounded, where are our people?"

Alan saw that everyone in Everton was drinking water one by one.

At that time, there was no Brother Drinking Water, but the spirit of Brother Drinking Water is immortal.

"Is that plausible? Call Phil over here."

Neville came running.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Tang Zhenglong is surrounded by people, are you just watching?"

"Boss, Tang Zhenglong's performance needs a stage, we're going, it's not easy for him to perform."

"!!!"

There are countless black question marks in Moyes' head. Is this what a teammate should say?

Alan smiled and said, "David, I don't think we need to intervene. Tang seems to have never suffered a disadvantage."

"That doesn't work either, it's a matter of principle, we're on the same team."

Moyes protected Tang Zhenglong like a calf, but it soon proved that Neville was right.

The Liverpool people surrounded Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong was expressionless, as if he was not the one surrounded by people.

"The time has come."

"When is the time?" the Liverpool man wondered.

"It's like this, I'll wait until you surround me and the camera can't take pictures, so I can do this..."

"This? Is that?"

"That's it!"

I saw Tang Zhenglong raised his right hand, punched him on the cheek, and then rolled on the ground.

"Ah! Liverpool has killed."

The Liverpool players were in a daze.

It took a tenth of a second before Gerrard realized what happened when he fell to the ground.

"Spread out, don't block the camera."

But it was too late, and the scene just now hadn't been photographed at all.

"Referee, they hit me!"

The Liverpool people were about to explode.

"Referee, he hit himself."

The referee gave Benayoun a yellow card.

How could Tang Zhenglong miss such a good opportunity, this is the opportunity to collect tickets.

"Referee, look at my face."

"It's all swollen!"

"Woooooo."

Gerrard pushed all his teammates away, and then went up to explain everything to the referee by himself.

"Referee, on my credit, what I say is true."

What Gerald said next... is indeed true, but it sounds very nonsense, especially the part where Tang Zhenglong beats himself.

"Referee, I think we have different opinions, let's adjust the video screen."

Gerald has emphysema.

You obviously waited until the camera's line of sight was completely blocked to do this kind of thing, and now you want to adjust the video instead?
"I think people from the FA Disciplinary Committee will watch the video in detail after the game."

"That's the best, you must give me justice."

Gerald was very angry, but he said nothing, fearing that his words would be dirty and he would be fined.

The game continues.

Mascherano leaned over, "In future races with you, you must bring a driving recorder or voice recorder, otherwise I can't speak clearly."

"Then I have other tricks, I'm very smart."

"It's shameless."

"But to be honest, your goal is really beautiful."

"Thank you."

Mascherano Khan, why do you miss each other every time you chat with Tang Zhenglong?

Tang Zhenglong wondered if he could get a fine for what he did just now?

I thought about it.

How can I secure a fine in Europe?

After much deliberation, Tang Zhenglong thought of it, racial discrimination!

European football has basically zero tolerance for this problem in the past ten years.

"Haha, it would be great if the opponent can discriminate against me a little bit. If everyone scolds me once for a yellow-skinned monkey, then my mission will be completed in seconds."

"Master, is your opponent mentally retarded?"

"That's true." Tang Zhenglong woke up from his unreliable fantasies.

"There is no chance, I can create opportunities, come and discriminate against me, for the mission."

Gerald.

No.

This man is a good man, with a good reputation in the Premier League, who belongs to you and he can pick up a piece and return it to you if you lose [-] cents.

Sissoko?
No, he was discriminated against.

Anyone with dark skin will pass.

Benayoun?
Hahaha, white skin, well, it's just you.

"warn!"

"Warning what?"

"Master, are you stupid? Benayoun is an Israeli."

"?"

Tang Zhenglong's face was covered.

"He was Jewish and he was discriminated against."

sweat.

"System, fortunately you reminded me, I almost made a joke."

"System, then you recommend one."

Suddenly, winger Voronin was framed.

"This guy looks familiar."

"He, like you, made his name in the Bundesliga."

"Remember, it seems to be from Leverkusen."

"Yes."

"This guy likes to drink a lot, has a big temper, and in the end he broke up with Leverkusen. If you really want to cause trouble, then he is a good candidate."

Tang Zhenglong doesn't like to hear these words, what is causing trouble?

"System, I'm sacrificing myself, it's wrong to promote racism, I'm spreading joy and love."

"Master, your skin is thicker than Blatter and Maradona combined."

This is... a compliment to me?
Andrei Voronin, one of Ukraine's leading players in the 2006 World Cup, formed a sharp striker line with Shevchenko, but just after the dust settled in the World Cup qualifiers, Voronin and his teammates drank all night, returned to the club without any form, and missed the weekend league.

This incident also caused a rift in the relationship between Leverkusen and him, and the Ukrainian did not apologize at all, but immediately found a home, confident, which made his relationship with the club come to an end.

Due to historical reasons, there is very bad racial discrimination in Eastern Europe, and even in Eastern Europe, that is not a problem.

Tang Zhenglong had just approached Voronin, and was about to provoke him, but he didn't expect Voronin to say directly - stay away from me, yellow-skinned monkey.

"..."

Happiness comes too suddenly!
(End of this chapter)