big mouth ball king

Chapter 679

In the second half, the Chinese team still kept Tang Zhenglong in front and defended in the back.

"Will the Chinese team beat the Brazilian team for the first time in history?"

The tone of the commentary became excited.

The Brazilian team had a bitter face. This time, the Brazilian team arranged two warm-up matches, the first match was China, and then Switzerland.

I thought the Chinese team was an appetizer, and the Brazilian team abused it, but I didn't expect it to end like this.

"If I lose to the Chinese team, I will be scolded to death by the Brazilians." Deng Jia thought to himself.

"Attack, attack."

But it is clear that Kaka's level is still much higher than other teammates. At this time, the Brazilian team has no Ronaldo or Ronaldinho, and Fabiano is replaced.

This has been called the cheapest Brazilian team in a decade.

After some indiscriminate bombing, the Brazilian team did not knock on the goal of the Chinese team, and the score was fixed at 2 to 1.

The Chinese team defeated the Brazilian team for the first time in history.

*****
In China, in an ordinary community, in a residential building, the father was watering the flowers, and suddenly the son ran to the balcony.

"Dad, the Chinese team and the Brazilian team..."

Before the words were finished, Dad interrupted: "How many times has Dad told you that the match between China and Brazil is my sad past. In the 2002 World Cup, we were abused and lost our temper. Don't tell me. Anyway, I won't watch this match."

"Dad, it's different, this time we won."

Dad laughed, a sneer.

"Son, take a few tablets of Tylenol to reduce your fever. You must have a fever."

The son took his father's hand.

"what?"

"See for yourself if you don't believe me."

Dad was dumbfounded when he saw it.

"how is this possible?"

"We have Tang Zhenglong now. In fact, the Chinese team is not weak, but it has always lacked a core. This is the same as Argentina without Messi."

"Son, is there a replay of this game online? I want to watch it again."

"Of course there is."

*****
Tang Zhenglong patted Marcelo, it was funny to see his depressed face.

"Hehe, don't be unhappy."

"It's just one game, so it doesn't necessarily mean that I won't take you to Brazil. Besides, it's hard to say if Deng Jianeng can't last until the World Cup. Maybe he will be dismissed before the World Cup."

"Nonsense, our boss will definitely take us to the World Cup. He is the hero of Brazil's victory in the 1994 World Cup."

Tang Zhenglong said calmly: "It's all over. The current Brazilian team is the worst in ten years. Maybe they will be eliminated in the group stage."

Marcelo kicked up.

"Why did you kick me?"

"Kicking you is considered light. If I can't go to the World Cup, we don't need to be friends."

In the mixed interview area, the Chinese reporters looked at Tang Zhenglong with adoring eyes.

"Brother Long, all the bullshit you boasted about has come true."

"Hahaha."

"Brother Long, do you want to think of some new cowhide to brag about?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, "No, my life has already reached its peak. I won the World Player of the Year and the Champions League. As for the World Cup title? I'm afraid this is unlikely."

Everyone laughed.

"Brother Long, what is the goal of the Chinese team for the World Cup."

"Yes……"

Before Tang Zhenglong could speak, he was interrupted by Zhu Guanghu.

"The goal of the Chinese team is to qualify for the group stage."

"Director Zhu, we want to hear from Tang Zhenglong."

"Hehe, don't get me wrong, Zhenglong still has something to do..."

Zhu Guanghu winked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Isn't it?"

Tang Zhenglong understood.

"Yes! I still have something to do."

"what's up?"

"Fifa officials have something to do with me, it's about world peace."

The reporters rolled their eyes, you obviously just made up the reason, you think we are idiots.

After Tang Zhenglong left, the reporters were not interested in facing Zhu Guanghu, and it was not fun at all.

*****
The next day at the hotel where the national team stayed, Tang Zhenglong didn't wake up until 10 o'clock. His teammates had already completed a physical class.

As soon as Tang Zhenglong appeared, his teammates teased him and applauded: "Here comes the superstar!"

"Superstar."

Tang Zhenglong drank fried dough sticks, drank soy milk and said with a smile, "We are all one family, is it necessary?"

Zhu Guanghu walked over.

"Why are you so late?"

Tang Zhenglong took a bite of the fritters, "This fritters are pretty good, isn't it a chef brought from China?"

Zhu Guanghu knocked Tang Zhenglong on the head.

"What should I ask you?"

"Didn't sleep well last night, Han Peng snored."

puff.

Hahaha.

Teammates laughed.

"I don't know how to snore."

"You won't? I recorded it all, it's almost like thunder."

Zhu Guanghu smiled and said, "Then I will arrange a separate room for you today."

"That's great."

"But don't play tricks."

Tang Zhenglong wondered, "Boss, how can you play tricks for one person in one room?"

"The newspaper said that you have many girlfriends, and you have branches in various European countries, so..."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death: "Boss, do you believe the nonsense in the newspaper?"

"The newspapers also say that I am your son."

"No one believes this, I don't have such a naughty son as you."

Tang Zhenglong took another bite of fried dough sticks.

"Hurry up and finish eating, join the training."

*****
"Wow, is Tang Zhenglong still human?"

On the training ground, teammates were stunned.

Tang Zhenglong kicked ten shots with his eyes blindfolded, but all of them hit the goal.

"This ball feels against the sky."

"Brother Long, is your sense of the ball natural?"

"probably."

"Brother Long is mighty."

Han Peng smiled and said: "Brother Long, can you teach us too, don't ask to be like you, if I can almost reach your first level of skill, I can sweep the Chinese Super League."

Tang Zhenglong patted Han Peng, "Sweep the Chinese Super League? You will also sweep the Chinese Super League."

Hahaha.

"Actually, this thing." No one, but he is familiar with it. "

"Damn it, Brother Long can also speak classical Chinese."

Tang Zhenglong Khan, "This is a sentence from "The Oil Seller". Don't you know? It seems that I am one of the few intellectuals in the national football team."

"As long as you train hard, each of you can become Tang Zhenglong."

Zhu Guanghu was at the side with a dark face. This guy came so late and started teaching?

It's amazing! !

"Tang Zhenglong, continue training, don't chat."

"Brothers, let's talk after training, or we can play mahjong together."

"Play majiang?"

"Yes, I can teach you."

*****
The head coach of Spain originally thought that warming up with the Chinese team was just going through the motions, but after watching the match between the Chinese team and the Brazilian team, he changed his mind.

It is also possible to meet Asian teams in the World Cup, so we still need to be cautious so as not to overturn the gutter.

For the Spanish team, next year's goal is to win the World Cup.

He drew Tang Zhenglong's name on the tactical board.

"This Real Madrid player is the biggest threat. As long as you keep an eye on him, the rest of the Chinese team is basically no threat."

(End of this chapter)