big mouth ball king
Chapter 564 Move Your Hands With Me 1
Chapter 564 Move Your Hands With Me
Mourinho crouched on the ground.
The time was running out, but the score was still 2-2, which made him very unhappy.
"Is it going to draw Everton at home?"
At this time, the assistant coach said: "Jose, in fact, 2-2 is also an acceptable result."
Three games, two wins and one tie, with 7 points, which is already very good.
"I know, I'm just a little upset, especially seeing Tang Zhenglong's arrogant expression."
Say Tang Zhenglong, Tang Zhenglong is here.
"Uncle, give me the ball."
Mourinho Khan.
This is the third time, are you fucking thinking I'm a caddy?
"Hurry up."
Mourinho kicked the ball to Tang Zhenglong's crotch.
"what!!!"
Tang Zhenglong immediately fell to the ground covering his face.
……
dumbfounded.
"Hey, hey, Tang Zhenglong, get up for me, I hit you in the crotch, are you fucking covering your face?"
"AH!!! Murder."
Mourinho angrily grabbed Tang Zhenglong.
"what!!"
Huge boos erupted from the audience.
"Tang Zhenglong, you want to die, don't you? I've been flopped on my head."
"what!!!"
Moyes rushed over, "You are not allowed to be rough on my baby Tang Zhenglong."
"Your baby? Then you have to take good care of your baby."
Mourinho let go of Tang Zhenglong and quarreled with Moyes.
"Damn!! This focus is wrong, I am the protagonist."
The referee ran over and warned the coaches on both sides.
"That's it? Didn't Jose send off?"
Tang Zhenglong slowly got up very unhappy.
Mourinho insisted, "Tang Zhenglong, be careful, I'm not easy to mess with."
"Do you believe that I will fall to the ground again?"
"..."
Mourinho is also convinced, is he a rascal enough?But compared with Tang Zhenglong, he is insignificant.
Soon, Everton won a corner kick.
Ibrahimovic also came back to defend.
"Zlatan, you're back."
Ibrahimovic glanced at Tang Zhenglong and didn't want to talk to him.
"Zlatan, your boss is so bad, hit me with a ball."
Eevee glanced at it.
"Can you please shut up."
After a while, Ibrahimovic saw Tang Zhenglong acting as a demon again.
"What are you doing?"
"Move your hands."
I saw Tang Zhenglong holding up his hands.
"Isn't it easy for you to handball like this?" Ibrahimovic asked strangely.
"It's okay, I have the hand of God."
"If you don't believe me, you can reach out and give it a try."
"I don't!!"
"Haha, you dare not!!"
"Don't you dare?"
Ibrahimovic snorted coldly, then raised his hands, "Look!"
Suddenly, something hit Ibrahimovic's hand.
Ibrahimovic is nearly 2 meters tall, and when he raises his hand, it is like a lighthouse. When Arteta took the corner kick, he aimed at Ibrahimovic.
penalty! !
The home fans were shocked, 90 minutes to go, and a penalty was awarded.
"Is Zlatan a fool? He raised his hand so high." Mourinho was furious.
Ibrahimovic looked at his hands, then at Tang Zhenglong, and completely understood.
"Referee, he tricked me into raising my hand."
"Don't talk nonsense, I don't."
Ibrahimovic really wanted to beat Tang Zhenglong, the kind that was ruthless! !
But the penalty kick is impossible to change.
Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball and stood happily in front of the penalty spot.
Materazzi ran over, "You clown, you must not score this penalty."
Tang Zhenglong glanced at him, and sneered in his heart: "Silly, don't you know that the thickest thing about me is my face?"
Sussel jumped up and down in front of the goal, deliberately not standing on the goal line, and the referee could only run over to remind him that he must stand on the goal line.
Huge boos broke out at the Meazza Stadium, all aimed at putting great pressure on Tang Zhenglong.
Booooooooooooo!
Booooooooooo!
Moyes was also nervous.
"Alan, I have to say, I admire Tang Zhenglong a little now, he can withstand such a great pressure."
Tang Zhenglong started his run-up, shot a shot, and the ball passed Sassel's hand.
The Meazza stadium was instantly quiet, and Tang Zhenglong began to run wildly to celebrate.
Inter Milan was like being slapped across the face, it was a pain.
2 is better than 3!
This score is too dazzling for Mourinho.
"we lose?"
"Tang Zhenglong!!!"
In the last few minutes, Inter Milan launched a frenzied counterattack, but Ibrahimovic, Mancini and Quaresma failed to score again.
The moment the final whistle blew, Mourinho was disappointed.
"Depend on!!"
He turned to look at the assistant coach.
"After the game you go to face the media, I left first."
"Okay, Jose."
*****
"Are you nervous when taking a penalty kick?" Tang Zhenglong said with a smile, "It's okay. With my strength, there is nothing to be nervous about."
"What happened to Zlatan's handball? It is said that you did it."
"This is nonsense. Zlatan is an adult, and he is not a kindergarten child. How could I harm him? Maybe he suddenly had a cramp in his arm."
"Your conflict with Jose..."
The reporter had just started a conversation, but Tang Zhenglong interrupted immediately.
"Jose and I are good friends, there is no conflict between us, I hope you will not be idle hype, otherwise I can only leave immediately."
……
At this time, Tang Zhenglong couldn't afford to mess with him. If Tang Zhenglong banned him, he would lose his job.
"Win all three games, does it mean that Everton has already qualified for the group?"
Tang Zhenglong chuckled.
"I won't say that. The group stage is six games. Only after we get enough points, I will say things like qualifying from the group."
*****
"Jose, don't be unhappy, it's just a loss."
Moratti was really kind to Mourinho, and he was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he specially invited him to his country house for dinner.
"thank you boss."
"Come on, have a drink."
"Jose, you are the best coach of Inter Milan in the past 50 years. If I could invite you to coach Inter Milan earlier, then Juventus can only suppress us for so long."
Mourinho smiled.
"Boss, I want to make a request."
"what?"
"I want to buy Tang Zhenglong, no matter how much it costs."
"Tang Zhenglong?"
"Yes."
"He has offended you." Moratti laughed.
"Hehe, but that guy is really good. If Inter Milan wants to win the Champions League, then I need Tang Zhenglong."
Moratti was noncommittal. He admired Tang Zhenglong's scoring ability, but he was afraid he couldn't control him. After all, for a team, player discipline is also very important.
"If you really want to buy Tang Zhenglong, then I will fully support you. How much transfer budget do you need?"
"Probably 1 million euros."
Moratti paused, even for an oil tycoon like him, this is not a small amount of money.
But in order to reproduce the glory of the big international era, Moratti is willing to support Mourinho.
"Jose, money is not an issue."
(End of this chapter)
Mourinho crouched on the ground.
The time was running out, but the score was still 2-2, which made him very unhappy.
"Is it going to draw Everton at home?"
At this time, the assistant coach said: "Jose, in fact, 2-2 is also an acceptable result."
Three games, two wins and one tie, with 7 points, which is already very good.
"I know, I'm just a little upset, especially seeing Tang Zhenglong's arrogant expression."
Say Tang Zhenglong, Tang Zhenglong is here.
"Uncle, give me the ball."
Mourinho Khan.
This is the third time, are you fucking thinking I'm a caddy?
"Hurry up."
Mourinho kicked the ball to Tang Zhenglong's crotch.
"what!!!"
Tang Zhenglong immediately fell to the ground covering his face.
……
dumbfounded.
"Hey, hey, Tang Zhenglong, get up for me, I hit you in the crotch, are you fucking covering your face?"
"AH!!! Murder."
Mourinho angrily grabbed Tang Zhenglong.
"what!!"
Huge boos erupted from the audience.
"Tang Zhenglong, you want to die, don't you? I've been flopped on my head."
"what!!!"
Moyes rushed over, "You are not allowed to be rough on my baby Tang Zhenglong."
"Your baby? Then you have to take good care of your baby."
Mourinho let go of Tang Zhenglong and quarreled with Moyes.
"Damn!! This focus is wrong, I am the protagonist."
The referee ran over and warned the coaches on both sides.
"That's it? Didn't Jose send off?"
Tang Zhenglong slowly got up very unhappy.
Mourinho insisted, "Tang Zhenglong, be careful, I'm not easy to mess with."
"Do you believe that I will fall to the ground again?"
"..."
Mourinho is also convinced, is he a rascal enough?But compared with Tang Zhenglong, he is insignificant.
Soon, Everton won a corner kick.
Ibrahimovic also came back to defend.
"Zlatan, you're back."
Ibrahimovic glanced at Tang Zhenglong and didn't want to talk to him.
"Zlatan, your boss is so bad, hit me with a ball."
Eevee glanced at it.
"Can you please shut up."
After a while, Ibrahimovic saw Tang Zhenglong acting as a demon again.
"What are you doing?"
"Move your hands."
I saw Tang Zhenglong holding up his hands.
"Isn't it easy for you to handball like this?" Ibrahimovic asked strangely.
"It's okay, I have the hand of God."
"If you don't believe me, you can reach out and give it a try."
"I don't!!"
"Haha, you dare not!!"
"Don't you dare?"
Ibrahimovic snorted coldly, then raised his hands, "Look!"
Suddenly, something hit Ibrahimovic's hand.
Ibrahimovic is nearly 2 meters tall, and when he raises his hand, it is like a lighthouse. When Arteta took the corner kick, he aimed at Ibrahimovic.
penalty! !
The home fans were shocked, 90 minutes to go, and a penalty was awarded.
"Is Zlatan a fool? He raised his hand so high." Mourinho was furious.
Ibrahimovic looked at his hands, then at Tang Zhenglong, and completely understood.
"Referee, he tricked me into raising my hand."
"Don't talk nonsense, I don't."
Ibrahimovic really wanted to beat Tang Zhenglong, the kind that was ruthless! !
But the penalty kick is impossible to change.
Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball and stood happily in front of the penalty spot.
Materazzi ran over, "You clown, you must not score this penalty."
Tang Zhenglong glanced at him, and sneered in his heart: "Silly, don't you know that the thickest thing about me is my face?"
Sussel jumped up and down in front of the goal, deliberately not standing on the goal line, and the referee could only run over to remind him that he must stand on the goal line.
Huge boos broke out at the Meazza Stadium, all aimed at putting great pressure on Tang Zhenglong.
Booooooooooooo!
Booooooooooo!
Moyes was also nervous.
"Alan, I have to say, I admire Tang Zhenglong a little now, he can withstand such a great pressure."
Tang Zhenglong started his run-up, shot a shot, and the ball passed Sassel's hand.
The Meazza stadium was instantly quiet, and Tang Zhenglong began to run wildly to celebrate.
Inter Milan was like being slapped across the face, it was a pain.
2 is better than 3!
This score is too dazzling for Mourinho.
"we lose?"
"Tang Zhenglong!!!"
In the last few minutes, Inter Milan launched a frenzied counterattack, but Ibrahimovic, Mancini and Quaresma failed to score again.
The moment the final whistle blew, Mourinho was disappointed.
"Depend on!!"
He turned to look at the assistant coach.
"After the game you go to face the media, I left first."
"Okay, Jose."
*****
"Are you nervous when taking a penalty kick?" Tang Zhenglong said with a smile, "It's okay. With my strength, there is nothing to be nervous about."
"What happened to Zlatan's handball? It is said that you did it."
"This is nonsense. Zlatan is an adult, and he is not a kindergarten child. How could I harm him? Maybe he suddenly had a cramp in his arm."
"Your conflict with Jose..."
The reporter had just started a conversation, but Tang Zhenglong interrupted immediately.
"Jose and I are good friends, there is no conflict between us, I hope you will not be idle hype, otherwise I can only leave immediately."
……
At this time, Tang Zhenglong couldn't afford to mess with him. If Tang Zhenglong banned him, he would lose his job.
"Win all three games, does it mean that Everton has already qualified for the group?"
Tang Zhenglong chuckled.
"I won't say that. The group stage is six games. Only after we get enough points, I will say things like qualifying from the group."
*****
"Jose, don't be unhappy, it's just a loss."
Moratti was really kind to Mourinho, and he was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he specially invited him to his country house for dinner.
"thank you boss."
"Come on, have a drink."
"Jose, you are the best coach of Inter Milan in the past 50 years. If I could invite you to coach Inter Milan earlier, then Juventus can only suppress us for so long."
Mourinho smiled.
"Boss, I want to make a request."
"what?"
"I want to buy Tang Zhenglong, no matter how much it costs."
"Tang Zhenglong?"
"Yes."
"He has offended you." Moratti laughed.
"Hehe, but that guy is really good. If Inter Milan wants to win the Champions League, then I need Tang Zhenglong."
Moratti was noncommittal. He admired Tang Zhenglong's scoring ability, but he was afraid he couldn't control him. After all, for a team, player discipline is also very important.
"If you really want to buy Tang Zhenglong, then I will fully support you. How much transfer budget do you need?"
"Probably 1 million euros."
Moratti paused, even for an oil tycoon like him, this is not a small amount of money.
But in order to reproduce the glory of the big international era, Moratti is willing to support Mourinho.
"Jose, money is not an issue."
(End of this chapter)
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