big mouth ball king

Chapter 725

In the last 5 minutes of the game, Guardiola is relieved.

2 to 1, although not many wins, but it would be good to win the National Derby.

Here, Ronaldo looked at the opponent's goal, eager to see through.

The Portuguese has been accustomed to winning on the football field since he was a child. He came to Madrid with the pride of being the favorite of heaven, but he did not expect to lose in the most important national derby.

Then someone poked him on the back.

"Leave me alone, Don."

"You also have eyes behind your back, how do you know it's me?"

"..."

"Because you are the only one in the world who is so boring."

"Cristiano, I have an idea."

"any solution?"

Tang Zhenglong pointed to Barcelona's restricted area.

"You go to the penalty area and form a double striker with Benzema, and I will pass the ball to you."

"Hehe, you've changed your career to become a coach now?"

Tang Zhenglong rolled his eyes.

"Whether to go or not, in a word, don't talk so much nonsense."

Ronaldo looked at the opponent's penalty area.

Maybe this is the way?
*****
"Real Madrid fought hard, even Cristiano ran into the penalty area and used it as a center forward."

"I congratulate Real Madrid for conceding another goal."

"Long live Barcelona."

The Barcelona commentary on the scene has begun to chatter ahead of time.

Tang Zhenglong took the ball from the wing.

Alves stepped up.

The teammates were still a little flustered, and they were pressing on their own side. If Tang Zhenglong's side was cut off, then...

Counterattack is the kind of death.

Alves saw this right, he must break the ball this time.

Tang Zhenglong feigned a shot, preparing to dodge Alves' pounce before making a cross, but...

"Hey, why is the ball here?"

Alves was also dumbfounded, the other party is so friendly?
After Tang Zhenglong stepped on his bicycle, he realized that the ball was in place.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooie

Teammates in the middle are already scolding their mothers, let us go to the penalty area, but you f---ing conceded the ball, isn't this cheating! !
Ronaldo glanced at Benzema.

"I knew I couldn't trust that bastard, you see."

"Wait a minute."

"what?"

Benzema pointed and Tang Zhenglong chased after him.

"Tch, he might be able to catch up to Alves?"

There is actually nothing wrong with Ronaldo's thinking. If they start at the same time, then Tang Zhenglong's speed will not lose to his opponent, but this is 3 meters short, a full body position, how can it be possible to catch up.

Alves thought the same way, running forward with the ball, regardless of what was behind him.

Suddenly, the audience shouted louder and louder.

Alves was taken aback, what's wrong?Could it be that the fans at the scene thought I was handsome with the ball?

"what?"

"Why did I hear Tang Zhenglong."

Yes, the fans are shouting to be careful of Tang Zhenglong.

When Alves turned his head, Tang Zhenglong had already posted it, which frightened him.

Tang Zhenglong stretched out his legs, pulled the ball in twos and outs, and left the ball behind. Alves slammed on the brakes and shook himself.

"Haha, I said Tang Zhenglong can catch up, this kid is too fast."

C Rohan.

After stealing the ball, Tang Zhenglong looked up and saw that Ronaldo and Benzema were both in position.

A curveball.

The ball accurately found Benzema, the Frenchman headed the ball hard into the goal, and Valdez had nothing to do.

Camp Nou was quiet.

GOOOOOOOOOAL! !
Benzema rushed towards Tang Zhenglong.

"It's beautiful."

"The top is beautiful."

Ronaldo was dumbfounded.

"I knew this bastard had no good intentions."

Throughout the process, Ronaldo's only role was to attract the opponent's attention, and it had no effect other than that.

"Don, please tell me, this is a tactic."

"No, I deliberately didn't pass it on to you."

"you!!"

Benzema is in the middle.

"Stop arguing, okay? We're in the same team."

"Hmph, I won't listen to you anymore."

"Really? Then I will find Ibrahimovic at most."

"Ibrahimovic?"

Tang Zhenglong pointed to the sidelines, and Ibrahimovic was preparing to play.

"He is cheap, raising one of you can almost raise two Ibrahimovic."

Ronaldo patted Benzema.

"I can't bear it, I can't bear it!!"

*****
Guardiola is not a person who likes to complain. Since he conceded the ball, he will make a substitution immediately, with Ibrahimovic on and Henry off.

Tang Zhenglong was about to strike up a conversation, and Ibrahimovic pointed to his ear.

"Damn it!! Did you bring earplugs on stage in advance?"

Pellegrini looked at his watch, it was almost over, 2-2 was acceptable.

Real Madrid started to back off.

The physical fitness of Barcelona's players is almost exhausted. Fans with a little experience in this situation can also see that it must be a draw.

Tang Zhenglong is also about to clock in and get off work, it's just a league match anyway.

Tang Zhenglong was browsing the system.

Suddenly, I saw a skill that cost 500 points, but the name was very funny—unlucky physique.

"Haha, use it for Messi?"

"No."

"why?"

"Look at the notes."

Tang Zhenglong saw it and was overjoyed.

"Must be the same agent to use?"

"Hahaha, isn't this tailor-made for Ibrahimovic? The system, you understand me."

Tang Zhenglong exchanged it immediately, and then smiled at Ibrahimovic.

In fact, the purpose of Guardiola replacing Ibrahimovic is to change the battery. Henry's physical exhaustion is exhausted, and he is replaced by a young player who can play.

But Ibrahimovic thought too much.

"I want to score goals, I want to prove that I am strong."

Ibrahimovic took the ball, Tang Zhenglong rushed over to grab the ball.

"Hahaha, Tang Zhenglong, it's great that you're here, I've wanted to have sex with you for a long time."

Ibrahimovic pulled the ball with the sole of his foot, and it turned out...

"Zlatan slipped, it didn't rain today, and the quality of the lawn at Camp Nou is also good, what's going on?"

The commentator was dumbfounded, and Guardiola was also dumbfounded.

"What is this guy doing, just kick the ball out."

After Ibrahimovic slid, the ball was respectfully in front of Tang Zhenglong, as if it was intentional.

Tang Zhenglong dribbled forward with the ball.

Ibrahimovic wanted to get up and chase back, but his legs suddenly went weak and he fell to the ground again.

"Damn!! This must have been paid by Real Madrid, this fall is true and false."

Ronaldo also ran forward.

"Tang Zhenglong, if you don't pass the ball this time, you will end your friendship in the future."

Tang Zhenglong passed the ball to Ronaldo, and then continued to run forward.

"If you don't pass it back, I will fight with you."

Ronaldo passed back.

"If you don't fight me twice, I will kill you."

Tang Zhenglong can only compete with Ronaldo in front of the penalty area.

These two men have penetrated Barcelona's defense, Guardiola's face is black, this is bad!He turned to look at Ibrahimovic again.

"Nimma! Still lying down."

You really have Tang Zhenglong's temper, but you don't have Tang Zhenglong's life.

Ibrahimovic was also puzzled, "Why are my legs so weak?"

After completing the last pass, Tang Zhenglong shot.

Valdés thought that Tang Zhenglong would shoot violently, but this time he did not expect Tang Zhenglong to pick lightly.

Shoot! !
Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "I didn't expect that, my footwork is very delicate."

(End of this chapter)