big mouth ball king

Chapter 617 Interfering with penalty kicks is a must
Hahahaha.

"This seems to be the first time in the history of Old Trafford that there has been such a hilarious laugh. It's so funny. Tang Zhenglong was tripped when he took a free kick."

Ferguson was almost in tears.

"Talent, really talent."

Tang Zhenglong stomped on the lawn and complained: "Are you Manchester United short of money recently? There is no money to maintain the lawn."

"Haha, Don, don't blame the lawn, it's your own problem."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, saying that I must get rid of this blame.

"It's the lawn, so I have to play the ball again."

After all, Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball, and the opponent was dumbfounded. Tang Zhenglong must have handballed it.

"Referee, he handballed."

The referee ran over and decisively gave Tang Zhenglong a yellow card for holding the ball in non-dead time. This was Chi Guoguo's foul.

"Referee, I tripped over the Old Trafford lawn, is that all?"

"Then please watch the road when you run up next time, don't play so many roles."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong went to Manchester United to drink water again. This time Ferguson was in a good mood, so he pretended not to see him.

After Tang Zhenglong finished drinking the water, he respectfully put a dollar beside the water bottle.

Ferguson was furious after seeing it.

"Take your money."

"You old man is very strange. I drink your water for nothing. You have something to say. If I pay now, you are still not satisfied. What do you want?"

"Can you drink your own water?"

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "How can this work? I came to drink water to hear news. Do you think I really came to drink water?"

The game continued, and Manchester United's offensive firepower was still fierce.

Tang Zhenglong took a look and found that Manchester United had a familiar face - Park Ji-sung.

Park Ji-sung was plagued by injuries last season, which was basically reimbursed for the season. This season, the Korean Ironman is back.

Ferguson likes Park Ji-sung very much, because he works very hard and is like a desperate Saburo on the court.

Tang Zhenglong approached, "Hi, we are all Asian."

Pu Zhixing gave Tang Zhenglong a blank look.

"I don't know you. Besides, our two national teams are competitors."

"You are wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"We are not competitors. After having me, the Chinese team is at the European level. You and the island countries are competitors."

Park Ji-sung was dumbfounded, shameless.

"You China has only participated in the World Cup once, so what is there to brag about?"

"That's because I don't have Tang Zhenglong."

"..."

"Do you think the Asian media will call this game an Asian derby?"

"Asian derby?"

"Sorry, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"You're boring, you're disgracing us Asians like this."

Pu Zhixing's face darkened and he ran away.

At this time Brown ran over, he still remembered Tang Zhenglong fooling him with the underwear transfer method, this guy is too bad.

"Don, you bastard, you tricked me into putting my panties on my head last time, and that has become a shame that I can't wash away."

"Hehe, just have fun."

"Stealing fun?"

"That's right, if it weren't for my underwear transfer method, you would have been kicked out by the Sir."

Brown was dumbfounded.

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "Now I have invented the 2.0 version of the underwear transfer method, do you want to know about it?"

"Damn it, you're bad if you insult me ​​once, but I'm stupid if you insult me ​​twice."

"Tang Zhenglong, be careful with your legs."

cut.

Tang Zhenglong exhaled from his nose, "It's boring!!"

*****
In the 35th minute of the first half, it was still 0-0. Ferguson was very dissatisfied with this situation that only blossomed but did not bear fruit.

"Goal, gotta score, boys."

Scholes, the brains of United's attacking midfield, found Fellaini a formidable opponent.

"Pass the ball around him."

Scholes bypasses Fellaini with a half-high ball.

A brilliant pass over the Everton midfield screen.

"Damn!! Scholes kicked into a fairy." Moyes sighed in his heart.

When the ball reached Rooney, he was going to pass it to Ronaldo. He flicked his ankle, but the ball missed. Rooney took advantage of the opportunity to try again, but at this moment, the referee blew his whistle.

"what happened?"

"what!!"

Moyes was stunned and the referee awarded a penalty.

The referee pointed to Lee Carsley's hand, which means you have a handball.

"I didn't intend to handball."

In fact, even Manchester United thinks it was an unintentional handball, but it doesn't matter, if the opponent sends a penalty, it will be regarded as a free pick.

At this time Tang Zhenglong ran back.

"Referee, this is unintentional handball, I can prove it."

"Proof?" The referee was curious, "How do you prove this?"

Tang Zhenglong patted Lee Carsley on the shoulder, "He's actually mentally handicapped, sometimes he doesn't even know what he's doing."

As soon as these words came out, the referee was stunned for a second, then fell to the ground laughing.

Lee Carsley had a dark face, "You are mentally handicapped!!"

Tang Zhenglong kept winking, "I'm also here to help you."

"Help your sister, do you think the referee will believe it?"

"What if I believe it!!"

Lee Carsley really wanted to beat Tang Zhenglong right away.

The referee stood up straight and said with a smile, "Tang, since you told me such a funny joke, I won't give you a yellow card, but don't insult my IQ next time."

"Penalty!!"

Tang Zhenglong said unhappily: "You trash, you won't even pretend to be mentally handicapped. If you cooperated with me, we would definitely escape the penalty. After all, caring for the disabled is what everyone should do."

"Don, let alone the Champions League, even if it's the World Cup final, I can't pretend to be mentally retarded, give up!!!"

Ronaldo stood in front of the penalty kick, Old Trafford fell silent, everyone held their breath, just as Ronaldo was about to run up, something unexpected happened, Tang Zhenglong appeared next to the goal.

"Referee, what does this mean!!"

The referee ran over, "Don, what are you doing?"

"My kidney hurts."

"Kidney stones?"

"No, I need Kidney Treasure."

Howard on the side admired him in his heart. Tang Zhenglong also tried his best to interfere with the opponent's penalty kick.

"Need a stretcher?"

"need."

The whole world knows that Tang Zhenglong did it on purpose, but there is no way. This is his right. If a player falls to the ground, the referee must take care of it.

Tang Zhenglong was carried down on a stretcher, and Ferguson came over.

"Can you be any more shameless? You fell down on the spot, and you died."

"My kidney hurts. Sir, you know that I have more girlfriends."

Ferguson was dumbfounded!
After Tang Zhenglong made such a fuss, Ronaldo was greatly disturbed, and the most taboo thing about penalty kicks is being disturbed by others.

The referee whistled, and Ronaldo started to run, but his mind was full of Tang Zhenglong holding the goalpost just now, suffering from kidney pain.

(End of this chapter)