big mouth ball king

Chapter 633 Actually Saying I'm Not Soon!

Chapter 633 Actually Saying I'm Not Soon!

"You're not meant to last."

"..."

"You fart!!"

"Then you have the ability to score another anti-physics goal."

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback.

His face flushed red.

"By... what...?" Tang Zhenglong stammered, "I can also score goals with a header, or other ways."

Mourinho said with a smile: "You really can only play once a game, hahaha, it won't last long."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

Woo woo woo.

"If you say I'm short, I can bear it, but if you say I'm short, this..."

"System, I will buy another ball correction, I will pay for any amount of money, I can't make people look down on Chinese men, this is dignity."

"Sorry, ball course correction is not for sale."

"..."

"Nima."

"But you can do task swaps."

"What mission?"

"A mission of hell difficulty."

Tang Zhenglong's whole body tensed up, with an ominous premonition.

"Hell difficulty?"

"Yes, do you want to accept it?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, "Forget it, I don't think Mourinho has intentions either. Men should be more open-minded and stop holding grudges so much."

"Counsel!"

"What did you say?"

"Counsel!"

Tang Zhenglong was furious, "Okay, I accept! How about it!!"

A second later, Tang Zhenglong was stunned. He regretted it. In fact, it's good to be a counselor. This is really a deceitful task.

Wall Dong Mourinho! !
"Mom, how do you do this task!!"

"Woooooo."

"It's impossible."

But Tang Zhenglong had already been abused by the system and lost his immunity. No matter how weird the task was, he had to bite the bullet and do it.

Wall bang!

First of all, there must be a wall, then Mourinho must stand next to the bench.

It's actually difficult on this point.

Tang Zhenglong thought about it.

At this time, the teammates on the bench get up to warm up, and they will run on the sidelines.

Tang Zhenglong had an idea and found a solution.

Mourinho concentrated on watching the situation on the pitch, when suddenly someone ran over and bumped him, it was a bald head, Gravesen.

"Be careful."

Gravesen didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed.

"Jose, I advise you to step back."

Mourinho paused and took a few steps back, but the Everton players were still running around in front of him.

"You did it on purpose, how can I watch the ball like this?"

"Jose, if you want to watch the football well, go back to the bench. The sidelines are not the coaching area."

It stands to reason that this is the case, but the actual situation is that the coach's authority is great, and Mourinho feels offended.

"David, don't you care?"

Moyes shrugged, "It doesn't matter."

"I can't control it, can I?"

Mourinho asked his players to "warm up" too, and Moyes simply went to the bench.

Mourinho saw that he also leaned against the bench.

Tang Zhenglong saw that the first step was completed, and the wall of Bidong was completed.

Then there was a boom.

"Damn Mourinho?"

Tang Zhenglong felt ashamed for the first time in his life.

"If Mourinho is beaten by the wall, then our friendship should be over." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

But for the sake of the task, I can't manage so much.

"As the captain, I declare that starting now, I will throw the throw-in."

Everyone was taken aback, sick, what kind of hobby is this?
But since Tang Zhenglong wants to throw the ball out of bounds, who will fight him?

Every time Tang Zhenglong threw the ball out of bounds, he got closer and closer to Mourinho.

at last……

The ball rolled to Mourinho's feet, and he didn't care, just kicked along.

"This is my ball."

Mourinho shrugged, "Can't you ask the caddy for another one?"

Mourinho thinks, what a big deal!
Unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong suddenly stretched out his hand to press the acrylic glass on the bench, and then looked at him affectionately.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to pick up a ball?"

"Do you know that I'm the captain? I also pick up the ball myself."

"Did you know that caddies are voluntary labor?"

Mourinho froze for a second before reacting.

"What are you crazy about?"

"System? Does this count as a complete wall?"

"Not yet, the other hand is also going up the wall."

"..."

"Let me ask you, what's your nerve?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong pressed his other hand on the glass again.

"You!! You don't respect the dignity of a ball picker. I want to tell you that picking the ball has dignity."

Mourinho was stunned, is this kid really crazy?

Mourinho pushed Tang Zhenglong, "Don't disgust me!!"

With a ding, the task is completed! !
"Hahaha!"

Tang Zhenglong pressed back again.

"I tell you, I've been really long."

Mourinho gets it.

"So it's because I said something just now, you came to disgust me!!"

Mourinho pushed Tang Zhenglong away.

"Screw you!!"

Tang Zhenglong got another ball correction, but his defense was also strengthened a lot, and it was impossible to have a pleasant long shot.

"I need a cover, like a wingman when I'm picking up girls."

Tang Zhenglong looked at Lee Carsley.

"Beep."

"Beep."

"Where's the mouse?" Lee Carsley wondered.

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened.

"It's me, your captain."

"..."

"Li, can you cover me for a while?"

"How to cover?"

"Do you know the pick and roll in basketball?"

Lee Carsley shook his head, "I don't know."

"Then I will teach you."

After Tang Zhenglong finished speaking, Lee Carsley wondered, "Tang, I don't know if this is a pick-and-roll, but on the football field, it's a foul."

"nothing!"

Lee Carsley was dumbfounded, "Is it okay? This rule is set by your family?"

"I'll shoot in front of the penalty area later, if someone comes up, you pick and roll!"

Lee Carsley felt that it was unreliable, but now that Tang Zhenglong was the captain and the leader, he still had to give him face.

Tang Zhenglong arranged for Fellaini to pick and roll.

"Two people pick and roll, it should be enough!!"

*****
Bynes broke through from the wing and went down to the bottom line. Bynes made an inverted triangle pass to the front of the penalty area.

Mourinho took a closer look, this scene seemed familiar, and Tang Zhenglong must not be given another chance to shoot in front of the penalty area.

Cambiasso and Muntari are like the second general Hum Ha among the goalkeepers. They are about to pounce on them, but suddenly someone blocks them.

"This!!"

"Yes, it's called a pick-and-roll, Tang Zhenglong told me."

"Damn it, it's called a blocking foul."

Just as Lee Carsley and Cambiasso were exchanging words, Tang Zhenglong had already shot.

Mourinho saw that the ball was deflected a lot, but at a certain moment, the ball would suddenly deflect back.

Mourinho was stunned for a moment, "What's going on?"

The ball deflected back and flew into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Tang Zhenglong rushed to Mourinho, "See? I can go as long as I want, and I can score 10 anti-physical goals."

(End of this chapter)

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