big mouth ball king

Chapter 649 Messi is a bug
Henry, Messi, Eto'o.

Barcelona has three arrows at once, the strongest offensive combination.

The midfield is Iniesta, Xavi, Busquets, Yaya Toure.

The defense is Pique, Puyol, Sylvinho.

The goalkeeper is Valdes.

However, in Guardiola's tactics, Yaya Toure defended on the right.

After the start of the game, Barcelona had an absolute possession advantage - 70%.

For Moyes, this must be psychologically prepared, Barcelona is the king of possession in Europe.

But Moyes also knows that as long as the opponent has invalid possession of the ball, it will be fine.

Tang Zhenglong remembered what Moyes had said to him before the game.

"In this game you're going to be 50 percent defensive and 50 percent offensive."

Eto'o took the ball, and suddenly someone shouted behind him - wait for me! !
"and many more?"

Eto'o froze for a second, the first time he heard someone call him and so on.

Tang Zhenglong saw the timing and stretched out his foot, but Eto'o's technique was great, he turned around halfway to protect the ball.

"No touch."

"What are you yelling?"

"I yell whatever I want."

Eto'o has a black line on his forehead.

"Hi, Busquets, I'm here, would you like some coffee?"

"Hello, Harvey."

Guardiola was stunned.

"Do you defend with your mouth?"

"Leave me alone!!"

Guardiola found that Tang Zhenglong was seriously interfering with his team's offense. This guy didn't do very well in defense, but he really talked a lot.

"Referee, that Chinese man talks a lot."

"I can't do anything about it. FIFA doesn't stipulate that you can't speak, unless it is cursing."

"But he interferes with my players."

The referee said nothing could be done.

"Pep, do you know Stephen Chow?"

Guardiola's face was black, and he almost said to get out.

Messi took the ball, Tang Zhenglong immediately followed, but Messi's technique is awesome, I saw him go fast and slow.

An emergency stop, coupled with immediate acceleration, Tang Zhenglong was thrown away.

"Damn, I was dumped, no way!!"

Tang Zhenglong immediately caught up, and when he was about to catch up, Messi stopped suddenly again, and then accelerated, this time Tang Zhenglong was completely stunned.

"It's amazing!!"

"Master, this is the best striker in the world."

"System, do you still make up the knife?"

*****
"Leo, Leo, he broke through again."

Messi must be a threat when he holds the ball, and Moyes also has a headache. This is like a bug, and he is helpless.

Messi tore apart Baines on the side, then broke through quickly, went down to the bottom line, and passed the ball to Henry in the middle. The Frenchman pushed and the ball was hugged by Howard.

"Beautiful offense, the ball hits the spot."

Guardiola jumped up, a bit regretful.

"This goal should have been scored."

"I disagree."

Guardiola turned his head and saw Tang Zhenglong again.

"I ignore him," Guardiola thought.

Messi took the ball again, and the Argentine seemed to have become the core of Barcelona's offense. He was like a magician. When the ball reached his feet, he would definitely be a threat.

Messi ran sideways, and suddenly Henry advanced. At this time, Messi and Henry felt like a telepathy. Messi flicked his ankle and passed the ball to Henry.

Taking advantage of the time difference, Henry dribbled the ball over, and Lescott raised his hand—"He's offside."

At this time, it can only rely on Howard.

Henry dodged the angle and passed Howard, but the shooting angle left for him was also very small, and Henry pushed the goal.

Guardiola is ready to celebrate, all right.

At this moment, someone hooked the ball in front of the goal line.

Guardiola was dumbfounded, it was that annoying Korean, no!is Chinese.

Howard ran back and covered Tang Zhenglong's face with his big hands, "Tang, do you have a sixth sense?"

"Hey, you're right, my sense of the ball is pretty good."

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "Thank you for the goal warning."

Messi took a few more glances at Tang Zhenglong and admired it a little. He mistakenly thought it was Tang Zhenglong's super game interpretation ability, and he predicted the development of the ball in advance.

"Don, it's a beautiful prediction."

"Prediction?"

……

"Haha, yes, prejudgment."

"Do you want to learn, I can teach you."

Messi chuckled and ran away.

"It's boring!!"

Corner awarded to Everton.

Tang Zhenglong came to Barcelona's restricted area.

Suddenly someone called him, "Hey, little short leg, get out of the way."

"Little short legs?" Tang Zhenglong turned his head to see that it was Pique calling himself.

Pique is tall, but I'm not short either.

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "See what you said, Messi, he called you!!"

Messi chuckled, "I'm not short-legged."

I'll go for it.

"Where did you get your confidence?"

"Short or not depends on the proportion, your main reason is that the proportion is not coordinated."

Rumble.

Tang Zhenglong seemed to be struck by lightning.

Pique laughed: "Real Madrid's short legs, get out of the way."

"Hehe, be jealous, Snake, you are jealous that I can go to Real Madrid, my salary is much higher than yours."

"If you don't get out of the way, I will do it."

"You do it."

As soon as Peak stretched out his hand, Tang Zhenglong immediately lay down and rolled.

Messi and Pique stared blankly.

"Leo, you testify for me, I didn't touch him."

"I know."

"what!!!"

"This is too rascal." Pique smiled bitterly.

"I think we'd better leave him alone."

The two nodded at the same time.

Tang Zhenglong got up and squeezed in front of Pique.

"Remember, don't touch me, or if I fall to the ground, it will be a penalty."

"The referee's eyes are sharp."

"Haha, the pattern Tucson is broken."

Pique really didn't touch Tang Zhenglong, because he didn't know what he would do.

Arteta looked in the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong was gesturing, so he sent a curved ball over.

The ball reached the front point, Tang Zhenglong was unguarded, he swung his head and hammered out a bounced ball.

Baltes was shaken and the ball went in.

Guardiola is stupid, what is Pique doing?Is he not defensive?

"Gerald, what the hell are you thinking? Why aren't you staring at that guy."

Pique is also suffering from the baby's heart.

He also wants to keep an eye on Tang Zhenglong, but the problem is...

"Boss, that guy fell to the ground as soon as he touched it."

"Then you go to the referee, complain about his diving, and give him a yellow card."

"..."

Pique was like a kid who made a mistake.

"Is it your first day playing football? Be a bit of a hooligan to such a person."

At this time, Messi ran over to help Pique, "You can't blame Gerrard for this, that guy is too... a rascal."

"Are we afraid of scoundrels?"

"Aren't Real Madrid scoundrels?"

"Isn't Atletico Madrid a rascal?"

"In short, I don't accept your explanation. Don't let this happen again next time. We are already behind."

"Don't worry, boss."

*****
"I scored a goal!! Great, hey, where are my teammates?"

"Come and celebrate with me."

"asshole."

Everton is like this now, and they don't celebrate until the most critical time.

(End of this chapter)