big mouth ball king

Chapter 584 Liar or Fool
"Buying the team doctor, just this one can ruin your reputation and go back to China."

Tang Zhenglong motioned for Mark Hughes to come over.

"You go to the media, I don't care, because in the end the British will not think that I am a liar, but that you are a fool."

Mark Hughes was shocked.

"That's right, this doesn't seem to prove that Tang Zhenglong is a liar, but that he is a fool."

"You bastard, can you lie to honest people like this?"

"You mean Da Zhuang?"

"Da Zhuang?"

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "I think sometimes it's good for people to be simple."

Mark Hughes was about to explode.

Richards opened his eyes wide and looked at Mark Hughes, "How is it? Boss."

"That bastard is not afraid to make trouble in the media, he is the most shameless person I have ever seen."

"Boss, I think he really has a heart attack."

"..."

Mark Hughes could only smile wryly.

too young too simple.

*****
Ding sound.

Task: Convince Kompany that you have a heart attack.

Reward: Mancini's cycling stunt.

Punishment: Maradona's rush.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

Kompany?
If the difficulty of convincing Richards that he has a heart attack is 1, the difficulty of convincing Kompany is positive infinity.

"That guy looks really smart."

"That guy looks a lot like Confucius."

"What is Confucius?"

It is said that the shape of Confucius' head is very special, and Kompany's head is also quite special. Tang Zhenglong even doubts that the two of them are related by blood.

"By the way, when did Maradona become a punishment?"

"Master, I'm talking about the current Maradona."

……

The old horse now?Can you still rush?No wonder it was a punishment.

"There's no need to be so cruel, I didn't offend you."

But look at the rewards, it's really good, Mancini's cycling skills, it's no exaggeration to say that Mancini's cycling skills are top-notch, not inferior to Robinho.

"Accept the mission."

*****
Everton's corner kick, Tang Zhenglong ran into the penalty area, suddenly he clutched his heart, Richards asked concerned: "What's wrong? Does it hurt again?"

"A little bit, it's an old problem."

Kompany rolled his eyes.

"Mika, are you an idiot? Do you believe this guy's nonsense?"

"I believe!!"

Kompany almost fainted.

"Vincent, I really have a heart attack."

"Fuck off! If you have a heart attack get off the football field and get another job."

"No!! I love football too much."

"Then shut up."

Richards interjected: "Vincent, how can you do this? Have some sympathy?"

"Shut up, too!!"

Tang Zhenglong saw it, oil and salt did not enter! !

So get on it.

When the corner kick was taken, Tang Zhenglong and Kompany jumped up to grab the header at the same time. This was obviously courting death. There was a large difference in height, but Kompany pushed the ball steadily.

"Why did you hit me?"

"what!!"

Kompany was dumbfounded, you hit me, you called first, and then a shocking scene happened.

Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground and did not move.

"Cut!! Pretend!!"

Kompany stepped forward and patted Tang Zhenglong, "Get up."

"Get up."

After taking a few shots, Tang Zhenglong remained motionless. At this time, Kompany also started to worry, not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case. What if this guy really has a heart attack?
"Hey, don't pretend, you are seriously deceiving."

"Get up."

"You don't really have a heart attack, do you?"

"Mika, call the team doctor, this guy may really have a heart attack."

With a ding, the task is complete.

Tang Zhenglong sat up, Kompany was taken aback.

"I rely on!!"

"Who is calling my name, who am I, where am I? Where am I going?"

Kompany stared at Tang Zhenglong, and found that the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, as if he was holding back a smile, but he forcibly held back that.

"Damn, you really are a liar."

puff.

Tang Zhenglong couldn't hold back anymore, he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard!!"

"Asshole, why am I so stupid to believe that you really have a heart attack."

"Actually, I have a heart attack, but I suppress it."

I bother! ! !

"Get out of my box."

Tang Zhenglong could only run away.

******
"Beautiful bike."

Robinho once again tricked Fellaini with his bicycle.

"Damn it, I swear, if I see him pedaling a bicycle again, I will destroy him."

Defensive players will really be annoyed when encountering such a show-off player.

"This is hooliganism." Moyes said angrily: "Pedaling on a bicycle should be banned."

"But the fans love it, it's pretty enough."

"Pretty ass, it will only irritate the opponent."

Robinho took the ball again, swiped his left foot, followed by his right heel, another beautiful pedaling.

His record was seven consecutive bike rides in Brazil.

When he made two bicycles to Fellaini, the Belgian finally couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Robinho in the calf.

"Oops!!"

Fellaini forgot that he already had a yellow card.

Manchester City jumped up collectively.

"Red card, this is a red card. If this is not a red card, then I must complain to the FA after the game." Mark Hughes is like a roaring bull.

The referee ran to Fellaini and at the same time reached for his pocket.

Done! !
At this moment, Tang Zhenglong ran over, "Referee, please be merciful."

"..."

The referee was taken aback.

"It's none of your business."

"It has something to do with me. Maruwang is my good friend. Can you take it for my sake? Forget it this time."

The referee was dumbfounded.

"Looking at your face? May I ask what face do you have?"

The referee took out a yellow card and gave Tang Zhenglong one without hesitation.

"Why did you give me a yellow card?"

"Interfering with referee work."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, he stretched out his hand.

"What do you want? Do you still want to eat one?"

Tang Zhenglong was stunned, "No, I think the way you play cards is so handsome and mighty, just like a mighty general."

"..."

The referee ignored him and ran over to give Fellaini a yellow card.

Fellaini was also helpless.

Moyes touched his head, "Maruwang, it's not your fault."

Fellaini said nothing.

10 to 11, Everton's midfield was stretched, Manchester City seized the opportunity to play a few times, but Howard was stable enough to save the ball at the last minute many times.

The score was still 0-0.

Mark Hughes was a little impatient. He was quite calm when he hit 11 against 11, but he is not now. He always feels that he should blow up Everton with a punch now.

"Boys, speed up the attack, we want to score."

"Goal!!!"

On Everton's side, Moyes seemed to see an opportunity because of the opponent's impatience.

(End of this chapter)