big mouth ball king

Chapter 722 12 People's Goals

"Harvey."

"Iniesta."

Every time Barcelona passes the ball, the commentator enthusiastically shouts the player's name.

The Spanish commentators are all actors.

"Messi...Messi..."

"Henry..."

Under the control of Barcelona, ​​Real Madrid is very struggling. At this time, the whole world is basically in a state of helplessness in controlling football.

Guardiola looked at the players on the field, and then thought about what he had done in La Masia, a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This is football for me."

"Valdes."

When the ball returned to the goalkeeper's feet, the commentary deliberately emphasized the tone.

Then the goalkeeper passed the ball to the right back Alves.

Barcelona's pass control starts from the backcourt.

When the ball reached the midfield, Harvey accidentally picked it up. Guardiola touched his head, thinking that the ball must have been broken.

Sure enough, Tang Zhenglong made a push, but the ball reached Busquets' feet.

Barcelona's offense continued to advance and reached the penalty area.

The master's offense lies in the fact that there is no chance to create opportunities. It seemed that Real Madrid's defense was no problem, but suddenly Messi moved forward, and Busquets saw the opportunity and went straight.

The attack started from the goalkeeper. Barcelona has already touched the ball with 10 people, and there is only one Thierry Henry.

Messi crosses.

The commentator has already had a hunch that a great goal may be born soon. If Henry scores the ball, then all 11 Barcelona players will touch the ball this time.

Henry pushed with his left foot, Cassie pounced, and the ball flew into the goal through the space next to the goal post.

GOOOOOOOOAL! !
The whole stadium exploded.

This kind of team goal is even more rare than a goal scored by several people in a row.

"That's Barcelona's goal, great Barcelona."

"It's a victory for artistic football, it's a victory for La Masia, it's a victory for Catalonia."

"brave!!!"

"Let's go through the whole scoring process again."

Suddenly, the commentator found a detail. Before that, he thought that the attack was completed by 11 players from Barcelona, ​​but after a closer look, it was not. There was a player from Real Madrid who touched the ball once.

Tang Zhenglong! !

"I want to correct what I said before. This attack was not completed by 11 people, but 12. Tang Zhenglong also touched the ball. He headed it to Busquets."

At this time, the Barcelona players also discovered this when celebrating.

"It was a team goal and we have to thank everyone who touched the ball."

So...they found Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"Does it have anything to do with me? I'm going to make a rescue."

"But without your beautiful pass, there would be no subsequent goals. Come on, let's celebrate together. You're welcome."

puff.

Tang Zhenglong vomited three and a half liters of blood.

"Don't disgust me, or I will sue you for defamation. I have nothing to do with Barcelona."

The opponent over there was too much, and the teammates here also teased Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, tell me, how much did you get from Barcelona?"

"..."

"I'm innocent okay, I'm defending."

"I don't think so, the header is so accurate, it seems to have been practiced."

"..."

"Hehe, I am the first brother of Real Madrid, do you think I might be a traitor?"

"Who admits that you are the first brother of Real Madrid?"

"All the fans."

"Shameless!!"

The matter passed quickly, and of course no one really thought that Tang Zhenglong was Infernal Affairs.

*****
"Boss, I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it or not."

Pellegrini looked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Stop talking!!"

"..."

"Then let me tell you."

Pellegrini rolled his eyes.

"what's up?"

"Boss, I think Barcelona's football that is passed around is pretty good."

"That's not called passing and passing, that's called passing and controlling football."

"Pass and control football?"

"Well, I think we can learn."

Pellegrini smiled wryly, "Don, can you fly a plane?"

"will not."

"Then I'll let you learn to fly a plane in 10 minutes, okay?"

"Are you kidding me, boss?"

"You know it's a joke, do you think we can learn to pass football in 90 minutes?"

"That's right!" Tang Zhenglong suddenly realized.

Pellegrini was about to kneel, but suddenly it seemed as if a light flashed in his mind, and it flashed by.

"Don, you inspire me."

"Really? I inspired you?"

Pellegrini nodded.

Tang Zhenglong thought: "Then why don't I know?"

"Although it is impossible for us to learn passing football in a short period of time, we can destroy the opponent's pass control."

"What do you mean?"

Pellegrini pointed to Harvey.

"See that man?"

"I see, little man."

"..."

"He is the brain of Barcelona's pass control football. I now give you an honorable task to bore him to death."

"..."

"Boss, did I hear correctly? Is this the inspiration I gave you?"

"correct."

Tang Zhenglong didn't know whether he wanted to slap himself or give Pellegrini a slap.

*****
Xavi, Barcelona's veritable brain, with him, Barcelona's midfield will be as smooth as Dove.

Tang Zhenglong approached Harvey.

"I am coming!!"

Tang Zhenglong continued to attack from behind like a wretched uncle. Harvey took the ball with his back and suddenly felt something was wrong behind him, as if someone was there, so he immediately threw the ball away.

"Damn, how fast are you going?"

Harvey turned his head and looked at Tang Zhenglong. The latter smiled embarrassedly as if he had been discovered stealing something.

"Harvey, I want to ask, how is the food in La Masia?"

Harvey was taken aback.

"You want to go to La Masia?"

"My brother wants to go."

"Then you can talk to our club's youth training department."

"Can you help me through the back door? You are such a big name. If you say a word, it should be settled, right?"

When Harvey Khan died, first of all, he did not have such rights, and secondly, even if he had such abilities, why would he help you?
Still, Harvey was polite.

"I can not help you."

After a while, Tang Zhenglong couldn't stop talking.

"Can La Masia fall in love?"

"..."

"There are no hard and fast rules."

"That's great. I was not allowed to find women during my youth training. It's too cruel."

"Sorry, I don't want to talk about this."

"By the way, can La Masia take the woman back to the bedroom?"

Tang Zhenglong asked all about La Masia's eating and drinking.

Harvey froze.

"May I ask if your brother is here to play football or to have fun?"

Tang Zhenglong scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "You know, they are all men."

"I don't understand!!"

"Also, don't pester me, don't think I don't know what you want to do."

Looking at Harvey's back, Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "Boy, haven't you seen Master Xing's "Nine Grades of Sesame Official"?"

"I can't bore you to death!!"

(End of this chapter)