big mouth ball king

Chapter 615 Champions League Quarterfinals
Old Trafford.

Manchester United v Everton in the Champions League quarter-final first leg.

Tang Zhenglong became the focus as soon as he arrived.

"Don, you actually sued Zlatan for unfair competition?"

"That's right, as everyone knows, there are almost 10 really good forwards in Europe, and I'm at least in the top three."

"Ibrahimovic is almost fifth, or sixth."

"If he wants to be in the top three, the biggest obstacle is me first, so he wants to smear me. This is unfair competition."

Ibrahimovic almost smashed the TV when he saw this in front of the TV.

"How can there be such a brazen person?"

"I fucked your mother."

"Don, do you think you can win the case?"

"For sure, justice will prevail."

"Tang, you have been fighting against online violence recently, but some people say that you are looking for trouble and deliberately provoking netizens. What do you think of this?"

Tang Zhenglong said: "I didn't provoke the netizens. Most of them are good and kind. What I hate are those who hate me."

dumbfounded.

Tang Zhenglong really didn't give up on not seeing the Yellow River, and he even dared to call netizens a snake.

"Tang, why do you still call netizens to play snakes?"

"is it not OK?"

Tang Zhenglong's expression changed.

"Pick the snake."

"Pick the snake."

"Pick the snake."

The reporter's face darkened.

"Don, you are so childish."

"..."

"I am sincere!!"

"I will always fight against cyber violence, come on! Everyone shout with me - say NO to cyber violence."

"..."

"Okay, let's go."

"Hey!! Come back, coward!! Are you surrendering?"

"Tang, we are different from you. We have family members. We are afraid of being pinned down and repeatedly rubbed by netizens."

"..."

"You mean I don't care?"

Everyone shrugged, Tang Zhenglong was about to vomit blood.

*****
in the locker room.

Everyone is looking at the comments on their phones.

"I hate the era of smartphones. In this era, cyberbullying is easier and it happens all the time. I miss Bailey's era. If anyone dares to hack me, I will buy that newspaper and turn it into my entertainment room."

Tang Zhenglong imagined that if he had money, he would live a willful life.

"Don, you can also buy British Telecom, hahaha."

Everyone laughed together, vividly interpreting an idiom - collusion.

"Look, the topic of scolding Tang Zhenglong on the Internet is already ranked fifth, and even the scandal of Anne Hathaway is filmed after Tang Zhenglong."

"Tang, you are popular."

Tang Zhenglong sneered and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, these websites are not available in my home country, so you can post whatever you like."

When everyone was eating melons, Tang Zhenglong suddenly stunned his teammates with a move. Tang Zhenglong first put on a white T-shirt, and then the jersey, and the white T had words on it.

"Don, what does it say on your T-shirt?"

Tang Zhenglong lifted his jersey and said with a smile, "I'm going to show it off when I'm celebrating."

When everyone saw it, they were dumbfounded.

"Say no to online violence, say no to online stalking."

"Tang, this is the UEFA Champions League, you are offending netizens all over the world, you..."

"Don, do you know how many netizens there are in the world now? Each spit can drown you 100 times."

Tang Zhenglong put his hands on his hips.

"I said that I will not succumb to cyber violence, then I will do it, you are afraid of snakes! I am not afraid!!"

Then Moyes opened the door and came in.

"What are you doing? Put your phones away."

"Boss, Tang Zhenglong gave up the treatment."

"Give up treatment? Don, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine."

Someone laughed and told what happened just now, and Moyes was also taken aback.

"Don, stop it. This is the Champions League, and you will probably get a ticket. Don't you know that BT and UEFA also cooperate?"

"Could it be possible for them to scold me?"

"Who told you to talk big."

Moyes paused, "You better apologize."

"Impossible, I can't apologize."

Moyes said angrily, "Don't make me take off your T-shirt."

"I would rather die than surrender."

Moyes made a move, the two scuffled, and the players pulled out their smartphones to take pictures.

"What are you doing? Don't make me smash your phones."

"If there is a picture of the locker room that goes online, I will show you."

"Yes!! You internet bugs, it's best to disconnect you from the internet forever."

Moyes continued to tear Tang Zhenglong's clothes.

"Boss, let go, the jersey is almost torn by you."

"Take off the T-shirt inside."

"Don't take it off."

"Can you take it off?"

"I won't take off."

Everyone was stunned, it would seem weird if this conversation didn't match the picture.

After a period of scrambling, Moyes was out of breath and had to sigh that he was old.

"Then you can wear it, but you must not show it, or I will replace you immediately."

"Did you hear me?"

Tang Zhenglong covered his ears and pretended not to hear.

*****
In the player tunnel, Ferguson took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Tang Zhenglong.

"Tang, that website of yours is doing well, so why me`too."

Tang Zhenglong knew that Ferguson must be referring to Ibrahimovic's website.

"My lord, you are so old and still surf the Internet."

Ferguson was taken aback, "You bastard, how dare you mock me for being old."

"My grandson made it for me, can't it?"

"It's ok, live and learn, it's still good for you to go online, Sir, do you know that many people scold you on the Internet?"

"Will it?" Ferguson wondered.

"Yes."

"Why? I don't seem to have done anything wrong."

"Because you offended someone."

"Wenger?"

Tang Zhenglong shook his head.

"Mourinho?"

Tang Zhenglong still shook his head.

"Then who else can I offend, haha."

Tang Zhenglong pointed to himself.

"You offended Tang Zhenglong, do you know how many fans I have? More than a billion!"

Ferguson was dumbfounded.

"I offended you?"

"That's right, my fans said they were going to press you down and rub you against the ground."

Ferguson was completely dumbfounded.

"Who dares!!"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just cyber violence, don't you think it's scary?"

Ferguson couldn't help but nodded.

"This era is really hateful, anyone can swear on the Internet."

"That's right, some people say that you are just a second-rate coach in the Premier League, not even as good as Moyes."

Ferguson was furious.

"Who said that?"

"Netizen."

"..."

Ferguson suddenly came back to his senses, "Why do I feel that you are scolding me and pretending to be a netizen?"

……

"you caught me."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "It's really what the netizens said. If you don't believe me, go back and let your grandson find it for you. By the way, I'll go to the competition first."

The more Ferguson thought about it, the more something went wrong.

(End of this chapter)