big mouth ball king

Chapter 641 Cursing the Opponent
"The heavens are spirited and the earth is spirited, bless Everton to score a goal." Tang Zhenglong knelt on the sofa and prayed.

"God, don't listen to Tang Zhenglong, he is a bad guy."

"You are the bad guy."

"You are."

"You are."

Mourinho and Florentino Khan died, and the two fought again.

"These two childish ghosts."

But Mourinho himself is also very nervous, this is the semi-final of the Champions League.

"Jose, you seem nervous." Florentino laughed.

"Hehe, I'm not nervous, I've already won the Champions League."

On the court, the atmosphere was suffocating, and neither side dared to make mistakes, because it was likely to be a lore.

Moyes replaced Yakubu on his side and made a last-ditch effort.

"It would be great if there was Tang Zhenglong at this time."

Alan smiled wryly, "If we make it to the finals, we have to compete without Tang Zhenglong."

Moyes nodded, "We must get rid of Tang Zhenglong's dependence as soon as possible."

Having said that, it is not easy to do it.

*****
"It's Everton's 10th corner and it's pushed out again by an Inter player."

"Everton's set-pieces are no threat."

Moyes kicked on the bench seat angrily.

"Everton can't do without me, I'm too important, I'm an angel, I'm a savior."

"I want to throw up."

Ibrahimovic made a nauseous expression.

"Why don't you say Inter Milan can't attack without me?"

"Where did you get the illusion?"

"you!!!"

Tang Zhenglong continued to pray: "As long as Everton can score, I promise, never, never, never eat hot pot."

……

Sweat to death.

"Don, if you swear that you will never touch a woman, maybe God will take pity on you."

puff.

Florentino and Mourinho chuckled.

Tang Zhenglong's face was dark.

"Zlatan, you swear if you have the ability."

Ibrahimovic shrugged, "I can't help it, and I don't believe in praying."

"Since you don't believe me, I'll help you."

"roll!!"

"Heaven and earth, if God bless Everton to score a goal, then Zlatan will never touch a woman."

"Nima!!"

Ibrahimovic grabbed Tang Zhenglong's neck, "How dare you talk nonsense to me."

"You said you didn't believe it."

"Then you are not allowed to talk about me."

*****
Moyes called Fellaini.

"When we take the corner, you drop back."

"You are the opponent's key mark, why not retreat and take away a defensive player."

Fellaini nodded.

Everton got a set kick again. In desperation, this time Arteta's ball was not kicked high, and he fired a half-high ball. Inter Milan pushed it out. I thought there was no chance. Looking again, Everton had a person in front of the penalty area.

"Gao, big man, shoot." Tang Zhenglong shouted.

"Don't shoot, pass the ball." Moyes shouted from the sidelines.

However, it is impossible for Fellaini to hear the words of Tang Zhenglong or Moyes, he can only follow his heart.

"What would Tang Zhenglong do if he was here?"

"He will definitely shoot."

So Fellaini made up his mind - to shoot.

"The pass might be better, no, is he going to shoot?"

If the sky is loving, the sky is also old, and he kicked the goal.

Many world waves are blind in the final analysis. Fellaini shot a burst, the ball passed through a crowd, and then flew into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOAL! !
GOOOOOOOOOAL! !
GOOOOOOOOOAL! !
GOOOOOOOOOAL! !
Moyes knelt on the ground, looking up to the sky and sighing.

"We scored."

Fellaini's tall body was covered with his teammates, and finally he fell down and was crushed underneath, allowing everyone to celebrate.

"Goal."

Tang Zhenglong ran wildly in the box.

"Zlatan, remember, don't touch women in the future."

"roll."

Ibrahimovic and Mourinho are livid.

Tang Zhenglong hugs Mino Raiola, Florentino.

Ibrahimovic said with a smile: "Don, I have good news for you. If Everton advances, you will not be able to participate in the final."

"It's okay, I will appeal successfully."

Ibrahimovic died.

"UEFA is run by your family!!"

"I believe in fairness and justice."

"cut."

This time it was Ibrahimovic's turn to pray.

"God, as long as Inter Milan scores a goal, Tang Zhenglong promises never to touch a woman."

"Che, steal my wisdom, Zlatan, are you literate?"

Mourinho laughed: "Zlatan, come here."

The two whispered, and Ibrahimovic said with a smile: "God, let me change my oath, as long as Inter Milan scores goals, Tang Zhenglong will never get up."

……

……

It's so vicious! !

"Asshole, God is so kind, he won't listen to you."

After conceding the goal, Inter Milan has no choice. They can only attack, otherwise they will be eliminated.

At this time, the UEFA people came, because they wanted to make sure that Mourinho did not command the game remotely.

Communication is so convenient in this era, and the coach can still remotely control the game when he is sent off.

"Jose, we're temporarily confiscating your communications equipment."

"can."

Mourinho handed over his mobile phone.

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "All the leaders of UEFA, I will supervise Jose."

The two glanced at Tang Zhenglong, but said nothing.

At the last moment of the game, Mourinho walked to the window, and Tang Zhenglong looked at him.

"Jose, don't be overwhelmed. It's just a Champions League match. There's no need to seek death."

Mourinho looked at Tang Zhenglong, "Do you think it's really useful to swear?"

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback, "If it's poisonous enough, it might be useful."

"Well, if Inter Milan scores a goal, then Tang Zhenglong will be struck by lightning."

……

……

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"Jose, you swear on yourself, it's none of my business."

Mourinho squatted down to watch the ball, silently, now he can only resign himself to fate, if he scores a goal, he will be ecstatic, if he keeps like this, he can only accept it silently.

In the end, the final whistle blew and there were no miracles.

On the sidelines, the Everton substitute rushed out and hugged the players on the field.

Tang Zhenglong put his hand on Mourinho's shoulder, "Jose, Inter Milan has done a good job, don't be sad."

"Boss, this is football." Ibrahimovic said.

"ended."

"I am disappointed."

Mourinho stood up and left, leaving behind a disappointed look.

Ibrahimovic is gone too.

Tang Zhenglong pretended for a while, but couldn't go on, he jumped up, "Hahaha, we won, we are the winners."

"By the way, if I can't play in the finals, the medal will still be given to me, right?"

"Should be."

"That's good."

"Don, hopefully the next time we meet we'll be in Madrid."

"hey-hey."

Florentino left, Tang Zhenglong approached Raiola, "Fatty, do I really want to stop training?"

"It's best not to, it's best to break up peacefully."

(End of this chapter)