big mouth ball king

Chapter 678 Cheap Brazil

Football is like a disobedient child, flying into the goal.

The Brazilian was dumbfounded.

Lost the ball! !

For the first time in history, the Chinese team scored a goal! ! !
The Chinese team is crazy here.

"We scored a goal, we scored a goal for Brazil, long live the dragon."

"Haha, low key, low key."

Everyone patted Tang Zhenglong's head, and it was better to keep a low profile, so as not to be slapped in the face later, which would be bad.

Brazil coach Deng Jia called his players over.

"Keep an eye on Tang Zhenglong, and don't leave even one step away."

"Head, I think it is most appropriate to entrust this task to Marcelo. He and Tang Zhenglong are on the same team."

Deng Jia nodded.

Marcelo approached Tang Zhenglong.

"Tremble, Don."

"Why am I trembling?"

"Because I was guarding you."

"That's okay."

Marcelo sneered, "Hehe, keep talking hard."

Hard-talking is hard-talking, but Curly's defensive ability is really top-notch.

Tang Zhenglong takes the ball.

Dodge left and right, but Marcelo doesn't take fake moves, Tang Zhenglong can only protect the ball.

"Han Peng, where is your kid?"

Standing beside Han Peng was Ramirez.

"Longlong, I'm being stared at to death."

"who is it?"

"It's a black person anyway, and I can't pronounce his name."

"..."

"Call me Brother Long from now on."

"OK."

Marcelo said with a smile: "The rest of the Chinese team are very average."

"Hehe, apart from you, the rest of the Brazilian team are very strong."

Tang Zhenglong knew that it was unlikely that he would defeat Marcelo alone, so he had to find his teammates to cooperate.

However, several people in the frontcourt were stared down by the Brazilian team. For example, Han Peng, this guy was a little stage frighted under the pressure of the Brazilian players.

Tang Zhenglong looked around and stared at one person.

"Brother Li Weifeng, my younger brother's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless."

Li Weifeng sweated to death.

"Brother Long, just speak up if you have anything to say."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"You are older than me, you are the elder brother."

Li Weifeng chuckled.

"Didn't you say that the big name is the elder brother?"

"That's for that kid Han Peng, you are the big brother, I don't dare to make a mistake."

"What's the matter?"

"Can you go up and attack?"

Li Weifeng was stunned when he heard that, he was under so much defensive pressure, why did he still attack?
Tang Zhenglong explained.

"But if the ball is lost, whose fault is it?"

"It's mine." Tang Zhenglong patted his chest and said.

"Okay, then you can talk to Director Zhu."

*****
Tang Zhenglong took the ball and Marcelo stretched his legs.

The left is blocked, and the right is also blocked.

Marcelo takes a look and...

"Damn it, referee, he's playing hooligans."

"what happened?"

"You stretched your legs under my crotch, you are not playing hooligans, what is it?"

So Tang Zhenglong clamped his legs.

"Referee, he clamped my leg."

At this time, a very funny scene appeared. Just imagine that scene, most people would not bear to look directly at it, such as Zhu Guanghu.

"What is this? Is this still football?"

The referee came running.

"I know you are teammates, but isn't your relationship too good? It's a game now."

"Referee, he is playing hooligan."

"Referee, he clamped my leg."

The referee took out a yellow card, Tang Zhenglong and Marcelo were dumbfounded.

One yellow card per person.

"Do you want me to change it to red?"

"no need!!"

Tang Zhenglong and Marcelo stopped arguing and stood up immediately, like good babies.

"Referee, the ball is mine, right?" Tang Zhenglong asked.

The referee nodded.

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, then pressed the ball and kicked it out. Marcelo was dumbfounded.

Who is Tang Zhenglong passing the ball to?I remember that there was no one in front of the Chinese team.

Looking back, the Chinese team not only has people, but is quickly plugging in.

"Li Weifeng!!"

Zhu Guanghu was also taken aback, he didn't arrange such a tactic, why did Li Weifeng intervene?
The Brazilian team did not arrange anyone to defend a defender of the Chinese team. This time the opponent was caught off guard.

"Return to defense."

"Run back quickly."

Li Weifeng dribbled the ball into the penalty area, regardless of it, and made a miracle with all his strength.

A burst shot, the ball flew to the goal.

The ball was fast, but this time it was straight and Cesar made a full save, but it was still a little short.

GOOOOOOOOAL! !
"Unbelievable, the Chinese team overtook the score and scored a big goal."

The Chinese team embraced and celebrated their second goal wildly.

"Brother Li Weifeng, you played beautifully."

"It's still your kid's idea."

"hey-hey."

One minute later, Zhu Guanghu approached Li Weifeng, "You came up with this on the spur of the moment?"

"Tang Zhenglong asked me to do this."

"Tang Zhenglong... is he still a part-time coach now?"

"Ha ha."

"The kid came back from Europe after all, and his thinking is jumpy, but the effect is good."

Zhu Guanghu nodded, "But you still have to be careful, don't be led astray by him."

"Ah."

*****
Deng Jia couldn't hold back anymore.

The Brazilian team was actually scored two goals by the Chinese team.

The bad face of the boss is in the eyes of every Brazilian player, and they know what it means.

There is still one year away from the World Cup in South Africa. If the performance is not good, then go to South Africa?Don't even think about it.

Brazil's frontcourt launched a fierce attack on the Chinese team.

Babutista, Kaka, and Robinho took turns to attack the Chinese team, but good luck cannot come so easily. The Brazilian team shot a lot, but few of them hit the goal.

The corner of Zhu Guanghu's mouth was raised, and now the rhythm of the game is a bit controlled by the Chinese team.

The Brazilian team attacked for a while, but as long as Tang Zhenglong was in the front, the Brazilian team felt like they had a fishbone stuck in their throats, and they couldn't attack quickly.

"Damn Tang Zhenglong, slippery like a loach." Deng Jia looked at Tang Zhenglong, feeling 1 unhappy.

"Marcelo, isn't he your teammate? Why can't you guard him."

"Boss, Tang Zhenglong is very cunning, okay?"

"I don't care, you guard him for me, otherwise I won't take you to the World Cup next year."

Marcelo was dumbfounded.

The World Cup, that is the dream of every Brazilian child.

Brazil is different from other countries. It is too difficult to become a national player in this country to represent the country in the World Cup.

Marcelo found Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, do me a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

Marcelo said the matter, and then looked at Tang Zhenglong with pleading eyes, "It is my dream to represent Brazil in the World Cup."

"But representing the Chinese team in the World Cup is also my dream."

"It's different. Your Chinese team will take you with you, but the Brazilian team doesn't necessarily take me with you."

Tang Zhenglong patted Marcelo on the shoulder, "Then you can take a good vacation and play for Real Madrid. It is impossible for me to let you. This is a national honor."

Marcelo's face darkened.

"Tang Zhenglong, then don't blame me!"

(End of this chapter)