big mouth ball king

Chapter 568 I Can't Lose
The game came to the last moment, but the score was still 2 to 3, and Tang Zhenglong was behind.

"Diego, wait in the penalty area, this is our corner kick."

"Don, I'm about to go into shock, let me rest for a while."

Tang Zhenglong pushed Maradona from behind, like pushing a box.

"Go quickly."

Helpless, the old horse could only run into the penalty area.

"David takes the corner."

Needless to say, Beckham's set-piece footwork is probably the best in the world.

The opponent kept a close eye on Tang Zhenglong, and when Lao Ma saw that there was no one defending him, he immediately became unhappy.

"Hey, come and defend me personally, this is the minimum respect for a striker."

Unexpectedly, there was a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha, Diego, let the air defend you."

"..."

"Little bastard, let Beckham pass me the ball, I want to score, I want these bastards to see how good I am."

"Ok."

But Tang Zhenglong was also laughing in his heart, as he said, time is a butcher's knife.

Beckham took a corner kick, and the curve ball accurately found Tang Zhenglong, but at this time there were at least three people defending Tang Zhenglong.

In this case, Tang Zhenglong unloading the ball is tantamount to courting death. If he headed the ball directly, it would be a bit far from the goal.

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong caught sight of Maradona in the back, his chubby body seemed to give up his life.

"How about... pass the ball to him?"

Tang Zhenglong swung the ball with his head, and the ball reached the back point.

"The ball flew towards Diego. Can our generation still see Diego score?"

Most of the post-[-]s generation did not have the opportunity to witness the era when Maradona became famous. If you can still see the goal of the old horse, it is no less than seeing Qin Shihuang come alive in a museum.

When Maradona saw the ball coming, he felt secretly refreshed. He pushed the ball lightly with his arch and hit the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL! !
"Diego, you scored a goal."

Maradona raised his head, showing a very proud look.

"I'm the king of the ball."

puff! ! !
"A fool can score such a simple goal." Tang Zhenglong said softly.

Unexpectedly, Maradona heard it.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

"I heard, you said that a fool can enter."

Old children, old children, people are the same as children when they get older.

Tang Zhenglong patted Maradona, "You heard it wrong, I said that only the king of the ball can enter, your English is not good, I forgive you."

Maradona Khan died. In fact, he could communicate in simple English. After all, he also needed to learn when he went abroad to play football.

"Okay, it's 3 to 3, it's a tie."

But 3 to 3 is also the final score.

"A tie? What is this?"

"David, is there going to be overtime?"

Beckham laughed: "Do you think these old bones can play overtime?"

"Then what should we do? It can't be evened."

"Penalty kick."

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

"Alright."

Maradona pulled Tang Zhenglong aside, "Tang, I won't take part in the penalty kick."

"How is this possible? You are the king of the ball."

"Once! Not now."

Maradona was very afraid that he would make a fool of himself when he took the penalty kick, such as accidentally hitting the street when he was running up.

"Diego, everyone bought tickets to see you. If you are not here, it means that the heroine is missing from the small movie, so who will watch it?"

Maradona feels a little flattered, is he still so important?

"I'm so important? I didn't expect me to be so popular in the UK."

"Diego, you are red everywhere in the world, so you have to take penalties."

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At the start of the penalty shootout, the goalkeeper of Shearer's friends team is Schmeichel, and the goalkeeper of Tang Zhenglong is the old Portuguese goalkeeper Baia.

In the first three, both sides made free throws.

On to the fourth.

Maradona played on Tang Zhenglong's side.

The old horse made a small run-up, tricked the goalkeeper with an ankle feint, and scored the ball.

"yeah!!!"

"Hurry up and worship the ball king, hahaha!!"

Maradona ran back and patted Tang Zhenglong, "Brat, it's up to you next time."

"Don't worry, Diego."

Shearer's friend team was the last one to take the penalty. Facing Baia, Shearer pushed a dead corner.

Seeing that the ball was about to fly into the goal, it turned out...

bang.

"The ball hit the post."

Shearer clutched his head, although it was a friendly match, but when it came to penalty kicks, anyone wanted to win.

Beckham ran up and patted Shearer lightly, "Alan, thank you."

"Hehe, the people on your side may not be fined."

"I still have confidence in Don."

When Tang Zhenglong walked to the penalty spot, he was facing Schmeichel, one of the biggest contributors to Manchester United's triple crown.

At this moment, Beckham ran over and whispered something in Tang Zhenglong's ear.

"Hey, David, is it okay for you to betray your ex-teammate?"

Schmeichel protested against Beckham.

"David, I see."

"Okay." Beckham patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder.

Schmeichel yelled at Tang Zhenglong: "Tricks are useless in front of me, come on."

Tang Zhenglong ran up, and the moment he touched the ball, he slightly raised his ankle.

A parabola flew into the net.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

GOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Tang Zhenglong, Beckham, and Maradona hugged each other.

"Haha, why do I feel happier than winning the World Cup." Lao Ma laughed.

"Me too."

"Brat, you haven't won the World Cup yet."

"that's true!!"

"Hahaha."

The three laughed.

Shearer was a bit disappointed, but the game was still very exciting.

Schmeichel approached Tang Zhenglong, "What did David tell you? I have no flaws."

"Haha, want to know?"

Most of Schmeichel's outstanding players are a bit obsessive-compulsive and perfectionist.

"David and I were talking, we were just pretending to be secret."

"..."

Schmeichel Khan.

"that's it?"

"correct."

"Oh shit."

"It's just a friendly match, there's no need to be so serious."

"David the bastard."

Tang Zhenglong found Davis.

"Hi."

"I'm exhausted, it's really hard to defend you."

"I think you can come to Everton to play."

"Hahaha." Davis thought Tang Zhenglong was joking, "Your mouth is so sweet."

"No, I'm serious, I want to talk to David and invite you to join Everton during the winter break."

"But I've retired."

"I think with your strength, there is no problem at all."

Davis patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "I'm glad you said that, but life is more than football, and I am very satisfied with my life now."

"Come to Holland when you are free, and I invite you to go fishing."

"Ok."

After the friendly match, Tang Zhenglong returned to Liverpool overnight. He fell asleep in the car and had a strange dream. Maradona became his roommate.

(End of this chapter)