Chapter 648

Guardiola seemed to have a spring under his buttocks, and suddenly stood up.

"What did you say? Say it again."

"So why be angry? This is purely my personal opinion."

"I think Ibrahimovic is much better than you."

"Wait a minute."

Guardiola seems to have suddenly discovered something. Why is this guy so similar to the "female reporter" yesterday?
"Okay, it turned out to be you!!"

Tang Zhenglong was also embarrassed.

At the end of the press conference, Guardiola grabbed Tang Zhenglong, "Stop, do you want me to tell you what happened yesterday?"

Tang Zhenglong pretended to be stupid and said in a daze: "What's the matter? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Haha, is that right? That's good, I'm going."

what.

Guardiola wondered why the bastard didn't stop himself.

Tang Zhenglong sneered.

"Pep, this kind of thing without evidence, you said, can I admit it?"

"..."

"You scoundrel, by the way, which country are you from?"

"South Korea, the Republic of Korea."

"The Republic of Korea..." Guardiola pondered in his heart.

"I remember, hateful Koreans!!"

*****
Rome Olympic Stadium.

Many reporters gathered here, the Champions League final, this is the most important finale of the season.

"Barcelona is here."

"Leo, please accept my interview."

Messi smiled lightly.

"Leo, this is my signed "bad omen" with my phone number on it, remember to call me."

Messi was taken aback, and left quickly. The reporter was indeed the most wonderful animal.

But Guardiola was stopped.

"Pep, bring back the champion, Pep, I love you." A series of Spanish words made Guardiola feel like coming home.

Guardiola responded, also in Spanish: "I love you too."

"Ah, you, Asa."

Guardiola was taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm a Korean reporter, can I ask you a question?"

When Guardiola heard that he was Korean, he immediately exploded.

"No, I refuse questions from Koreans."

The South Korean reporter was dumbfounded, and thought: "We Koreans have provoked you?"

"why?"

"No reason, next reporter."

"Hi, I'm a reporter from China."

Guardiola smiled, "Chinese friends are the kindest, and Koreans are very bad, such as that Tang Zhenglong."

As soon as this remark came out, the Chinese and South Korean reporters were stunned at the same time.

"Nima!!"

*******
A sneeze.

Walking in the player tunnel, Tang Zhenglong sneezed and rubbed his nose.

"Who is scolding me behind my back?"

There are rumors in Huaxia that if you sneeze, someone is scolding you behind your back.

At this moment, someone patted Tang Zhenglong.

"Pep."

Guardiola's face was black.

"You bastard, you made me look ugly, you are not Korean, you are Chinese."

"Yes, I am Chinese."

"You...that's not what you said yesterday."

"Really? Then I forgot, who told you not to go online."

"you!!!"

Guardiola was about to explode.

"I'm not going to believe anything you say anymore, motherfucker."

After speaking, Guardiola left.

"cut!!"

At the end of the tunnel, players from both sides are waiting to play.

Tang Zhenglong went up and patted Messi.

"Leo."

Messi chuckled, "Hello."

"Finally, I saw something alive."

"..."

"Leo, we are actually very similar. You are the future Maradona, and I am Maradona's son-in-law, hahaha."

Messi has a big head.

Tang Zhenglong approached, "Let me tell you, actually Maradona's daughter is very wild."

"Please don't tell me this anymore, I don't want to know."

"..."

"I don't even want to know? Are you still a man?"

Messi wanted to hit someone, so he gave Tang Zhenglong a bad face.

Tang Zhenglong made fun of himself, so he returned to his side.

"Hahaha, I've been ignored." Lee Carsley said with a smile.

Tang Zhenglong looked at him.

"Who are you? This is the final of the Champions League. Did you go to the wrong place? It is impossible for someone like you to participate in the final?"

Lee Carsley's face was dark, and he only heard a chuckle, but it was Messi who couldn't hold back.

"This bastard just made fun of his teammates like this?" Messi felt incredible, anyway, he would not treat his teammates like this.

"Leo, if you smile, you won't be angry anymore. Let me tell you, the figure of Maradona's daughter..."

"Can you be quiet, fortunately you are not a Barcelona player, otherwise I will definitely leave here."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong opened his eyes wide, "So it's because of this reason that Barcelona didn't buy me?"

"..."

"What kind of weird brain circuit is this?"

"Leave me alone for a moment."

Tang Zhenglong retreated again, and Lee Carsley said with a smile: "He is a superstar, so he doesn't like us."

"What are you talking about!! You are you, I am me, don't get me wrong, I am also a superstar, World Footballer."

"But the World Player of the Year isn't worth much now, is it? The Ballon d'Or is worth it."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"The Golden Globes count as a P."

"Let me ask you, do you belong to FIFA or French football?"

"Don, you can't say that. Everyone knows that the Golden Globes are more valuable."

"Put P, ​​believe it or not, I'll tell Blatter to fire you!!"

"Don, are you crazy? World Footballer has nothing to do with me."

"Nonsense, you can't win the World Footballer after playing football for 1 years, that is sacred and inviolable."

There was a sudden sentence - "That bald head is right."

Tang Zhenglong saw that Messi was talking.

"The World Footballer is really worthless, my goal is the Golden Globe."

Damn it, this kid is very bad, poking my sore spot.

"Hehe, I like World Footballer of the Year, awarded by FIFA, who dares to refuse?"

Lee Carsley walked towards Messi, "Leo, please understand Tang Zhenglong, he has won such an award in his life, and he has been expelled from "French Football" and will never win the Ballon d'Or."

Oh shit! ! !

"Li, are you going to join the enemy?"

"I'm still the captain of Everton, I haven't moved to Real Madrid yet!!"

As soon as this remark came out, all Barcelona players looked over.

The word Real Madrid is a sensitive term for people in Barcelona and cannot be mentioned.

"You want to move to Real Madrid?"

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, saying that he slipped his tongue.

"is it not OK?"

The Barcelona native laughed and said, "If we said that we were rude to you at first level, then we are going to abolish you now."

"You hate Real Madrid that much?"

"What do you say!!! Decades of hatred."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, and immediately gave in, "Well... Actually, I also hate Real Madrid. I'm not talking about Real Madrid, but Royal Sociedad."

Lee Carsley chuckled, "Don, it can't be saved."

(End of this chapter)

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