big mouth ball king

Chapter 715

"Tang Zhenglong!!!"

"Buta."

"Buta."

At this moment, someone tapped the old horse on the shoulder.

"Diego, please don't scold me, I'm tired of hearing it."

When the old horse saw it, he was instantly dumbfounded.

Imagine that you fart suddenly in a crowd, and everyone around you disperses.

At this time, the old horse was like this, and all the people around him ran away.

"They all ran away? Did you dislike me?"

"Bu Da!!!"

"Budda!!!!"

*****
On the court, the Atletico Madrid coach has not given up.

"attack!!"

"attack."

Portuguese winger Simão made a quick break from the wing.

It is very difficult to pass Marcelo one-on-one, but Simao does not believe in this evil. He makes a fake move with his left foot, as if preparing to pass the ball, but halfway through the movement, Simao dunks the ball with his left foot and dunks the ball to the right.

At the same time, the right foot immediately accelerated forward.

Marcelo stumbled for the first time, but couldn't keep up.

After Simao rushed over, he completed the cross and caused a threatening ball.

Pellegrini was furious and called Marcelo over.

"What's going on? Have you been to a lot of nightclubs recently?"

"Boss, I haven't had a drink for a long time."

"The opponent made you quit with such a simple move. Tell me, you haven't played recently?"

Marcelo did not continue to talk back.

"Are you not convinced?"

"I also played football when I was young. You shouldn't let your opponent play the ball just now."

……

At this moment, a sound suddenly appeared from beside him.

"That's right, he just wasn't convinced."

……

"Get out!! It's none of your business."

Tang Zhenglong continued to say shamelessly: "If this ball is mine, then..."

"It can definitely be stopped. My football philosophy is that the ball is better than others."

Slap it.

Pellegrini hit Tang Zhenglong hard on the back of the head.

"I agree with Marcelo on this point, and it really has nothing to do with your P business."

"..."

"Why hit me on the back of the head? Mom said hitting the head would make me stupid."

puff.

Marcelo was angry and funny, "Don, then prove to me that you can guard Simao."

"No problem, Tang Zhenglong patted his chest."

*****
Simao once again took the ball to the right side of the pitch.

This time Tang Zhenglong came besides Marcelo.

"Do you take me so seriously? Double team?"

"No, that's actually the case."

Tang Zhenglong told the story, and Ximang was furious.

"childish."

Tang Zhenglong's offense is very strong, the whole world knows this, but Tang Zhenglong's defense?The save was good, but other than that it seemed to be average.

Simao was about to tease Tang Zhenglong, but it was the same. He made a fake move with his left foot, and then dunked the ball to his right foot.

Such an action is difficult for defensive players.

Simao had already surpassed him, and at this moment, Marcelo was stunned. He saw Tang Zhenglong's buttocks back, flattening the sand and falling geese, and then the whole person was blocked in front of Simao like a sandbag.

Have you ever seen sandbags for flood fighting and emergency rescue?

Right now Tang Zhenglong was about the same as that.

Simao was also stupid.

I have seen people who kick people, people who pull people, and people who push people, but this is the first time I have seen myself turned into a sandbag in front of me.

In order to avoid stepping on Tang Zhenglong, Simao jumped over.

The ball was stopped by Tang Zhenglong.

Marcelo's face darkened.

"Haha, Curly, how about my five-body throw defense?"

"It's ugly and shameful."

"..."

"I admit it's a bit ugly, but it works!!"

"Let's go, let's find the boss to comment."

Marcelo said: "Boss, if you do this in the penalty area, the hitter is a penalty."

Tang Zhenglong immediately lay down and put his hands behind his back.

"It was version 1.0 just now, and this is an upgraded version 2.0, so there will be no handball."

Marcelo Khan said: "Boss, we are professional players, we have to think about our image. After all, not everyone is as thick-skinned as Tang Zhenglong, who can do everything."

Pellegrini was noncommittal.

Suddenly he realized.

"I'm not a referee, what are you talking to me about?"

When Marcelo and Tang Zhenglong thought about it, they seemed to be the same!
*****
Luis Perea and Ujfalusi, the two Atletico Madrid defenders, exchanged ideas together.

"Lying on the ground to defend just now..."

"Shame."

After a moment of silence, Luis Perea said, "But I have to say, it's very creative."

"Hahaha."

"Louis, let me ask you, will you use it at a critical moment?"

"Maybe will!"

Soon, Real Madrid's counterattack came.

In order to equalize the score, Atletico Madrid's defense was already empty, and Real Madrid's counterattack was two against three.

Tang Zhenglong and Benzema are two people against Atletico Madrid's three people, of course not including the goalkeeper.

Anyone who has watched a football match knows that two-on-three, in fact, Gongfang already has an advantage. Tang Zhenglong pushed the ball to Benzema and ran forward.

Luis Perea, the little clever little ghost, had an idea and he... lay down.

"Hahaha, Tang Zhenglong, I didn't expect that, I would too!!"

but……

Soon he was tragic.

It's that kind of thing.

"Hey, why do I feel like I have something extra in my hand?"

Taking a closer look, Luis Perea was stunned, the football was in his hands.

In this case, even the Korean referee has to blow a penalty.

penalty! ! !

Luis Perea cried to death.

"why."

"why."

"Why Tang Zhenglong can, but I can't."

"Because you are version 1.0, and now you have upgraded to version 2.0."

Tang Zhenglong lay down and put his hands behind his back.

"Nima!!!"

What kind of grievance, what kind of hatred, Atletico Madrid's first goal conceded was Luis Perea's own goal, which was cheated by Tang Zhenglong, and now it is...

There were boos all over the Calderón Stadium.

Booooooooooo.

"Luis Perea, get out of Atlético, you traitor."

"I'm not! I'm not!!"

But Luis Perea couldn't wash it off even if he jumped into the Mediterranean.

Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball and put it on the penalty spot.

Goalkeeper Asenjo jumps in front of the goal.

"Don, you can't score, I'm sure..."

"..."

Asenjo was dumbfounded.

"Nima!"

Under normal circumstances, at least wait for the goalkeeper to finish talking before kicking, Tang Zhenglong is doing well...

"I'm sorry, I shot too early." Tang Zhenglong looked embarrassed.

Asenjo was shaking with anger.

"At least respect the goalkeeper, okay? It's a traditional virtue for both sides to spam each other during penalty kicks, you know?"

Tang Zhenglong scratched his head, "Next time, I will listen to you before I shoot."

Asenjo and Perea cried together.

"I hate Tang Zhenglong, that bastard!!"

*****
In the commentary seat, the old horse was already listless, unable to scold anymore, he was lying on the table, just like the second senior brother.

(End of this chapter)