big mouth ball king

Chapter 618 Park Ji-sung

"what!!!"

"Why is Tang Zhenglong's sassy smile all over my head?"

"what!!!"

Ronaldo became ruthless and kicked the ball away.

"Oh my God, Cristiano kicked the ball away."

Ferguson's face was livid.

"Oh shit."

Turning his head, Tang Zhenglong came back to life.

"Your kidney doesn't hurt anymore?" Ferguson said jokingly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Seeing that you missed the penalty kick, I felt like I had 10 bottles of Kidney Treasure, and I was healed immediately."

"Hehe, why don't you die."

Tang Zhenglong's face was dark.

"My lord, how do you speak? Can you be more civilized?"

"For a clown like you, I don't need to be polite, this penalty is your fault."

"That was simply unintentional handball."

"Whether it's unintentional or not, it's not up to you."

The fourth official comes over.

"Are you two arguing?"

"No, how is it possible, I respect the elderly very much."

Ferguson didn't want to be caught, so he could only chuckle and twist Tang Zhenglong's cheek, "I think he's cute, so I want to talk to him."

*****
Ferguson called Park Ji-sung over.

"Watch that Tang Zhenglong dead for me."

"it is good."

Soon, Park Ji-sung posted it.

The characteristic of Park Ji-sung is that he is desperate and has a mad dog spirit.

Tang Zhenglong was quickly offended.

"Hey, we are all Asians, why is this so?"

If Ibrahimovic is on the side, you will be dumbfounded. You guys have done bad things and pretended to be Korean.

Pu Zhixing ignored Tang Zhenglong at all.

Tang Zhenglong tried to speak Korean with Park Ji-sung.

"Oppa!"

As soon as these words came out, Pu Zhixing was shocked.

"Don't speak the language of my country, okay?"

"Smecta."

"..."

"Park Ji-sung Oppa."

"..."

Park Ji-sung almost exploded on the spot.

Ferguson saw something was wrong, Park Ji-sung seemed out of shape, so he called Park Ji-sung over.

"What's the matter with you? Are you not feeling well?"

"The guy spoke to me in the language of my home country."

"Isn't he Chinese?"

"Yes, but he can speak very disgusting Korean, such as Oppa."

Ferguson was taken aback, wondering why this is disgusting?
"Anyway, just ignore him, it's nothing." After speaking, Ferguson patted Park Ji-sung.

Park Zhixing bit the bullet and ran back to the court. As soon as he got close to Tang Zhenglong, the latter started to make noise again.

"Park Ji-sung oppa, you are so handsome."

Park Ji-sung took a look.

"Will I leave a psychological shadow in this way?"

Because his girlfriend also calls him Ouba, will Tang Zhenglong's smile be on his mind when he is intimate with his girlfriend in the future?

"No, I'm going to die."

"Park Ji-sung Oppa, may I treat you to dinner?"

"Don't make me beat you, don't speak Korean to me."

"Strange, you invented Korean?"

"..."

Pu Zhixing clenched his fist, he really wanted to punch Tang Zhenglong in the face.

The game continued, Everton launched an attack, Gao Lao Fellaini took the ball, he used his strong body to protect the ball, and then distributed it to Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball only out of the penalty area, and Park Ji-sung was stuck in his forward path.

"Park Ji-sung Oppa, you run so fast."

"..."

Park Ji-sung gritted his teeth.

The two pushed and shoved into the restricted area. Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong slammed on the brakes, and Park Zhixing was almost shaken and fell.

At this time Saha is asking for the ball.

"Give it to me, Tang Zhenglong Ouba."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, knowing that this must have been instigated by Park Zhixing.

But the opportunity must not be missed, with a flick of his ankle, Tang Zhenglong was about to pass the ball to Saha over there.

In the next second, the ball hit Park Ji-sung's arm.

Tang Zhenglong jumped three feet high.

"Handball!!!"

"I didn't mean to."

"Is it important? We didn't mean it just now, and the brain-dead referee also made a judgment."

Pu Zhixing was dumbfounded again.

"You called the referee stupid?"

"No."

"I can hear you clearly."

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Did you record it?"

"Hehe, even if you record it, I won't admit it."

"..."

The referee came running.

"Referee, he handballed."

The referee also had no choice but to give Manchester United a penalty just now, but this time he can only give Everton one.

The referee points to the penalty spot.

Park Ji-sung is a dumb man who eats coptis, so it is hard to tell.

Tang Zhenglong went over and picked up the ball, "This is mine, don't let anyone grab it from me."

The teammate laughed and said, "We don't rob."

Ferguson yelled: "We also have kidney pain."

"quick!!"

Brown leaned on the doorpost. "My kidney hurts."

The referee was stunned. He knew it was fake, but he couldn't help it. If he wanted to give Brown a yellow card, how would he explain it just now?

"Hahaha, Brown, do you have any ideas? Copy mine."

Brown Khan.

"I think you might as well put your underwear on your head, maybe I'm really disturbed by you."

"..."

"Or ask the goalkeeper to put his underwear on his head, and I will definitely lose it."

When Van der Sar heard this, he was furious.

"Kill me, I can't even do that."

The referee signaled Brown to leave the post.

"Referee, give them a yellow card, no creativity, copying my idea, shameless."

The referee gave Tang Zhenglong a hard look.

"Don't make me beat you."

"..."

The referee whistled, and Tang Zhenglong started to run. At the last moment of touching the ball, his ankle flicked up slightly, and the ball flew high and slowly fell down.

"Spoon penalty kick, Tang Zhenglong can still kick such a beautiful spoon at such a critical time, what a big heart."

Ferguson's face darkened.

"This bastard!!"

Tang Zhenglong hugged his teammates to celebrate, and the strongest boos erupted at Old Trafford.

Booooooooo.

"Tang Zhenglong is an asshole, we all don't like Tang Zhenglong."

The Manchester United fans were furious, this guy interfered with Manchester United's penalty, and he had the audacity to kick the ball in.

Is there anything more exasperating than this?
The teammates dispersed, Tang Zhenglong patted Saha and motioned him to stay.

"Did Park Ji-sung teach you to call me Oppa?"

"correct."

"Hehe, I don't like Ouba, please call me Dad."

Saha suddenly became furious.

In fact, the pronunciation of father in many languages ​​is the same as in Chinese, such as Spanish, Saha clenched his fist and shook it in front of Tang Zhenglong.

"I know what Papa means, Don, do you want to be beaten?"

At this moment, Park Ji-sung passed by, and Tang Zhenglong showed a coquettish smile: "Park Ji-sung's oppa."

Pooh.

Park Ji-sung spat.

Saha wondered: "Aren't you from the same country? Why is the relationship so bad?"

Tang Zhenglong's whole body was shocked.

"Are you face blind? I am Chinese and he is Korean."

Saha still didn't understand.

"Is there a big difference?"

"Let me tell you this, the difference between China and South Korea is like the difference between me and you."

"I understand when you say that, there is no difference."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

(End of this chapter)