big mouth ball king

Chapter 721 The referee owes me

"Block the field?"

The referee froze.

"Don, are you okay?"

The referee is preparing to make the major incidents smaller and smaller. After all, if there is violence on the court, then he will stop doing his job as a referee in the future.

"Is it okay? I have a problem, I have a problem, I was attacked by a pig's head, and I'm going to make a fuss about FIFA."

"..."

The referee discussed with the linesman.

"How to do?"

"This guy is a troublemaker. If he really makes trouble, I'm afraid the chairman of the Spanish Football Association can't stop him."

The lineman coughed.

"Speak, just keep your voice down."

The line judge lowered his voice as much as possible and said: "I heard that Tang Zhenglong is very shameless, can we give him some benefits?"

"You mean to favor him?"

"No, it's just a verbal benefit, the kind that can keep him from making trouble."

The referee thought for a while, this was tantamount to bribing the players.

The line referee said: "Actually, we don't suffer a loss. No one can see this kind of thing."

The referee found Tang Zhenglong.

"Tang, I'm sorry that you were attacked by a pig's head. Can you please keep silent for my sake? I won't treat you badly."

When Tang Zhenglong heard it, there was something in his words.

It is enough for a smart person to fully understand what they say, but only a fool needs to understand it completely.

"Brother!! You are my dear brother."

"..."

The referee sweated to death.

"elder brother?"

"That's right, from now on you will be my own brother, and I will be your own brother."

"What's your last name?"

"Alberto."

"Well, from now on, my name will be Alberto Zhenglong."

The referee was dumbfounded, and laughed awkwardly a few times, not knowing whether to cry or laugh at this time.

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Alves, Brazil's best full-back.

Tang Zhenglong confronted him several times, but he didn't take advantage of it.

The ball went out of the sideline, and Tang Zhenglong deliberately kicked the ball away before Alves, which is a very common trick on the court.

Ordinary games are fine, but this is the national derby, and Alves became popular in no time.

"What are you doing? Provocative, right?"

The referee came running.

Tang Zhenglong winked at the referee, "Brother, did he bully me?"

"Brother?" Alves was dumbfounded.

The referee looked embarrassed.

"Referee, this kid continued to make trouble after the ball went out of the sideline. That's our ball."

According to the rules, it must be Tang Zhenglong's fault.

But the problem is... the referee owes Tang Zhenglong a favor.

"The settlement is over."

Alves was confused.

"reconciliation?"

"This is Chi Guoguo's foul, okay?"

The referee pointed to the distance, "Please leave, or I will give you a verbal warning."

Alves is sorry.

"Black Whistle!!"

Soon, not only the Barcelona players saw it, but even the Real Madrid players noticed that the referee favored Tang Zhenglong.

"It is said that the referee is Brother Tang Zhenglong."

"No, it is said that the referee is Tang Zhenglong's father-in-law."

"It is said that the referee is Tang Zhenglong's godfather."

……

……

Marcelo leaned over.

"Don, do you really have anything to do with the referee?"

Tang Zhenglong said proudly, "Of course."

"Tch, that can't take care of you."

"Why are you not convinced?"

"Dissatisfied."

"Believe it or not, I grabbed your big ear, and the referee helped me too?"

"you dare!!"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Zhenglong grabbed Marcelo's big ears.

"Nimma!! You are dead, attacking teammates is also a red card."

The referee came running.

"Referee, give him a red card, he grabbed my ear, this is a double insult to my spirit and body."

The referee looked at Marcelo.

He said fiercely: "Tang Zhenglong, do you want to die!! How can you treat your teammates like this?"

Marcelo chuckled and looked proud, but the referee's next sentence made him almost cry.

"Don't do this next time, and forgive you this time."

After speaking, the referee ran away, leaving Marcelo stunned.

"Next time? Nima, is there a next time?"

"Tang Zhenglong, what is your relationship with the referee? The black whistle has come to the national derby."

"Me? World superstar, World Footballer."

"I bother!!"

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After Guardiola took office as the head coach of Barcelona's first team, the Barcelona Dream Three Dynasties began.

Unlike the previous Barcelona football, Guashuai branded Barcelona with Tiki-taka.

Although many teams later also played pass control football, Tiki-taka has been integrated with Barcelona and cannot be separated.

After 20 minutes in the first half, Barcelona began to pass and control, and Guardiola has also adapted to the three axes of the new Real Madrid.

"Oops."

There was a hint of worry in Pellegrini's eyes, because Barcelona started their best pass control.

Harvey.

Iniesta.

Busquets.

Messi.

Henry.

……

Barcelona's frontcourt is like walking a monkey, Real Madrid's press is like a punch in the water, no matter how hard it is, it is useless.

Suddenly, the originally careless pass began to speed up, until the last pass, this is the ultimate move.

The ball reached Henry's feet. After the Frenchman dodged a person, he raised his right foot and was about to shoot.

Arbeloa pounced, and had to pounce.

But Henry suddenly turned his ankle and changed his shot to pass, which was unexpected.

The ball crossed the middle and came to the back point, and Messi had already arrived. This was obviously a rehearsed offensive routine.

It's just that only the footwork of Barcelona players can complete accurate delivery.

The ball reached Messi's feet, and all that was left for the Camp Nou fans was to cheer.

Messi hits the ball into the goal.

GOOOOOOOAL! !
"Barcelona, ​​Barcelona."

"Barcelona, ​​Barcelona."

Guardiola touched his bald head with a proud face. This is La Masia's style, and this is the Tiki-taka he wants.

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Barcelona's cheers made Pellegrini lose face.

"What the hell are we doing? We're being played like fools."

"Call me Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong is here.

Pellegrini lost his temper in his face.

"Boss, conceding goals is the responsibility of the whole team, why only call me?"

"Because you are the thickest-skinned, I will grind it for you."

Tang Zhenglong understood that the boss was doing it for his own good.

"Don, you're going to score a goal, with your wriggling way of shooting."

"Twisting? Is that an anti-physics shot?"

"..."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's the kind of very powerful shot, hurry up."

Tang Zhenglong was not happy, did the anti-physics shot come as soon as he said it?You thought it was tap water.

"I will try my best."

Pellegrini took Tang Zhenglong's hand and said, "Longlong, it's not easy to be the coach of Real Madrid. If I lose the national derby, I will be scolded to death."

"Boss, Chinese football is quite rich now."

Pellegrini was taken aback, "Why did you tell me this?"

"I mean if you are really fired by Real Madrid, I can introduce you to coach in China."

(End of this chapter)