big mouth ball king

Chapter 640 Exposed

"Black whistle, I've never seen such a referee, it's like eating S." Ibrahimovic said angrily.

"Haha, I feel the same way."

"Is there any champagne?"

"No, but there's whiskey."

"Have a bottle."

Mourinho said nothing. If the game ends 0-0, it will be Inter Milan who will advance.

"Jose, do you want to coach in Real Madrid?"

"No."

Mourinho glanced at Tang Zhenglong, "Tang, you are the most blatant player I have ever seen. You are not afraid of Chelsea suing you."

Mourinho refers to Tang Zhenglong's private contact with Real Madrid, which is against the rules.

Tang Zhenglong shrugged: "It doesn't matter. If I want to leave, I will leave. I am Tang Zhenglong, the World Footballer."

puff.

"Just wait for Chelsea's anger, Abu is not easy to mess with."

"Actually, I also want to go to Real Madrid." After drinking a little wine, Ibrahimovic became more and more relaxed, and even started to speak indiscriminately.

"Zlatan, we can't afford you."

"Haha, no sincerity, I know what you want is that bastard Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong snatched the wine bottle, and it was almost time for him to utter the truth after drinking, and it was probably going to be a bad thing if he continued.

"Don't say what happened today, I don't want to cause misunderstanding."

Mourinho laughed: "I can't guarantee that."

"Huh, eh? Okay, then I'll say Zlatan and Jose are going to Real Madrid."

Mourinho's face darkened. Tang Zhenglong would definitely be able to do this kind of inversion of black and white.

The end of the first half, 0 to 0.

Mourinho and Ibrahimovic returned to the locker room.

"Boss, everyone is scolding us online now."

"What are you scolding? Are they blind? Now the score is 0-0."

"look."

When Mourinho saw it, he almost died of anger.

"How did the photo of us going to the box be taken?"

Ibrahimovic said angrily, "Tang Zhenglong probably did it."

Mourinho shook his head, "Impossible, he should also be worried about exposure."

"That is?"

"Forget it."

Mourinho continued to deploy tactics.

"In the second half, we have to use offense to suppress our opponents and try to score a goal. We can't be conservative anymore. At this time, conservative people are passive."

"Yes!!"

Everton dressing room.

"Don, you have been wronged, that referee is like S."

"I know, but heroes are always wronged, such as..."

"Yue Fei."

"Who?"

"The hero of our country was wronged in the end."

Everyone circled around Tang Zhenglong, and Moyes tapped on the tactical board, "Pay attention to me! We haven't won yet."

"Tang Zhenglong, get out!!"

"I'm a hero."

"go out!!"

Tang Zhenglong had no choice but to leave.

At the beginning of the second half, Mourinho and Ibrahimovic grabbed Tang Zhenglong, "Did you recruit the reporter?"

"Impossible. I have more cards than you. If it were me, the reporter would definitely shoot me first."

……

"Do you want to be ashamed?"

"After the game, go and make it clear to the media that you invited us to the box."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "This is impossible!"

"you!!"

Mourinho warned Tang Zhenglong: "If Inter Milan loses because of this, I will settle the score with you."

"cut."

*****
In the second half, the game was even more stalemate. One goal, only one goal is needed, and the difference is worlds apart.

If Everton scores a goal, then Everton will advance, and if Inter Milan scores another goal, it will basically lock in the promotion spot.

"Get out of the way!! I'm going to curse Inter Milan."

"Go away, die Everton."

Tang Zhenglong and Ibrahimovic wrestled together.

Florentino and Mourinho were stunned for a moment. Sure enough, men are children who can't grow up, which is too naive.

"Mr. Chairman, I'm sorry, I let you see a joke."

"Hehe, so does my child."

Then something happened on the pitch—the referee was injured.

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

Ibrahimovic and Tang Zhenglong stopped fighting, and both of them were laughing.

"This dead referee has finally been punished."

"Give`me`five."

"yeah."

The fourth official comes on.

"Come on, let's go to the referee and beat him up."

Florentino stood up and stopped him. He didn't want to buy a player who would be banned for life.

"Tang Zhenglong, don't cause trouble."

"It's okay, we'll be back soon."

"Don't!!"

But Tang Zhenglong couldn't persuade him at all, Florentino gave Raiola a wink, and the latter followed quickly.

The referee pulled his thigh and went back to the waiting room, when he suddenly saw Tang Zhenglong.

"Referee, I feel that you are not feeling well."

The referee nodded, "I might be trying to be brave."

"Referee, do you think it's okay to vent your anger on me, a kid from a foreign country who came to Europe to pursue his dreams?"

Tang Zhenglong's eyes were red, "Do you know how difficult it is for me to come to Europe to play football? I still live in a 40-square-meter dwelling."

"Shameless." Ibrahimovic thought to himself, "Obviously he lives in a big house and has a few beautiful roommates."

"Referee, I hope you will write an application in the post-match report and help me revoke the red card."

"It's probably impossible."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, wasting the emoji.

"But I can say a few nice words for you."

Tang Zhenglong immediately turned his anger into joy, "Okay, thank you."

"Referee, can you say something nice for me?" Ibrahimovic laughed.

The referee chuckled, "Are you a foreigner too?"

"My ancestors fled from Russia to Sweden."

The referee rolled his eyes.

Tang Zhenglong patted Ibrahimovic, "Don't pretend to be pitiful, the skin is as white as Dove, how dare you pretend to be pitiful?"

"Isn't Dove black?"

"I bought white chocolate."

Ibrahimovic said angrily, "Why do you discriminate against me?"

"Because you look like a bad guy, but I look like a good guy."

Ibrahimovic has to admit that Tang Zhenglong is like a chihuahua when he pretends to be pitiful, and he can indeed win sympathy.

"Generally, as long as I pretend to be pitiful, girls will not be able to stand it. This is my nirvana."

"Shameless!!"

At this moment a reporter came over, "Zlatan, congratulations on your transfer to Real Madrid."

"what??"

"Fuck you!! You just went to Real Madrid, I'm going to..."

Ibrahimovic almost slipped his tongue, he pointed to Tang Zhenglong, "He is going to Real Madrid."

The reporter laughed, "Don't be ridiculous, how is it possible? How could Real Madrid want that kind of person."

Tang Zhenglong is not happy, what kind of shit is this.

"Hey, why do you say that to me?"

"I didn't say it, it was Florentino who said he doesn't want slackers."

"I'm a slob?"

The reporter thought to himself: "Isn't it possible?"

"Believe it or not, I beat you until your mother couldn't recognize you?"

(End of this chapter)