big mouth ball king

Chapter 734 Bailey, please take care of me
"Diego, reporters all over the world are taking pictures, you are shameless, I want more."

"You bastard! Today I will die with you at any cost."

"Diego, you have lived enough, but my life has just begun. If you want to die, you can die by yourself?"

"asshole!!!"

The flashlight in the reporter's hand flickered non-stop.

"Don't get me wrong, we're just kidding."

"Diego, it's endless, isn't it?"

At this time, Bailey couldn't stand it any longer, and came over to persuade him to fight.

"Get out! You don't have a place to talk here."

Pele is very disdainful of Lao Ma's arrogant attitude. Anyway, he can be regarded as Lao Ma's predecessor. People in the football circle respect him, but in Lao Ma's mouth, one mouthful of a nigger, you think it is still in the 15th century.

"Diego, this is the scene of the World Cup draw ceremony, can you show some face."

Seeing that Bailey still dared to teach him a lesson, the old horse was very angry.

The old horse didn't care about Tang Zhenglong anymore, he stood up and confronted Bailey.

"What right do you have to teach me?"

"You have been playing football in Brazil all your life. You are the number one in Brazil. I have no problem with that, but the number one in the world? You deserve it too."

Bailey was furious.

"Diego, there's no point in arguing. I think we should find someone to judge."

Maradona picked up Tang Zhenglong.

"You judge."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"I was not born when you played football, judging? I can't do it, how about this, let's find an old man to judge, for example..."

Pele and Maradona patted Tang Zhenglong at the same time.

"No need, it's just you. I want to hear the views of young people now."

Tang Zhenglong is determined to die, so what does this have to do with me?

Tang Zhenglong said in a low voice: "Pele, if I speak for you, can I take care of the Chinese team when the lottery is drawn."

The words were very low, but Maradona still heard them.

"Okay, you want to fake it."

"Everyone come here, Tang Zhenglong asked Bailey to take care of him when the lottery is drawn."

The reporters were in an uproar.

This is big news. The outside world said that the World Cup draw was faked, but I didn't expect it to be true.

"Tang, do you know something inside, tell us, and we will back you up."

"support?"

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death!
"No, really not. Don't listen to Diego. He has Alzheimer's disease. He doesn't know what he is talking about."

The old horse grabbed Tang Zhenglong's neck.

"You're the fucking dementia!!"

The reporters are not giving up, they want news and inside information.

"Tang Zhenglong, if you don't tell the inside story, you will be an accomplice and will be cast aside by the whole world."

Upon hearing this, Maradona patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder.

"This guy knows everything. He just made a lot of indescribable deals with Bailey."

……

……

"Diego, you're going to kill me."

Maradona smiled.

The reporters gathered around like crazy.

"Don, tell me what you know? Was the World Cup draw faked?"

Tang Zhenglong first sighed, and then said earnestly: "Do you really want to know the inside story?"

"Yes."

"The truth is heavy, and I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

The reporters began to get excited.

"Tang, tell me, give us a hard blow to our little hearts."

Tang Zhenglong said: "Well, you forced this, I want to tell you, the FIFA World Cup draw is..."

"Absolutely fair!!"

DUANG! ! !

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Absolute justice?"

"Yes, I also wanted to find someone to take care of the Chinese team, but I found that this is an absolutely fair activity, and I failed."

……

……

Dog legs!
Everyone thought.

Maradona chuckled, "Tang Zhenglong, aren't you very courageous? What's the matter?"

"Being bold doesn't mean lying. I, Tang Zhenglong, never lie."

Maradona suddenly admired Tang Zhenglong a little bit, why did this bastard lie so confidently.

Tang Zhenglong tidied up his clothes.

"Okay, I'm going to participate in the absolutely fair draw."

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Brazil.

Portugal.

Côte d'Ivoire.

The top three in Group H have been drawn, and it is the fourth and last one. According to the rules, the top three are from the Americas, Europe, and Africa, so the last one can only be from New Zealand in Oceania, Central America, or Asia.

China! !
When the lottery result came out, the old horse burst out laughing.

"Diego, what are you laughing at? This is not our half district."

The old horse laughed.

"It's nothing."

The old horse thought to himself: "Tang Zhenglong is so dog-legged, I never thought that what he got in return was the treatment of the death group."

Tang Zhenglong's face was dark at this time.

Brazil, Portugal, Côte d'Ivoire.

"Nimma! It's dark enough."

Leaving the scene of the lottery, Lao Ma said when he saw the reporter that the lottery was absolutely fair, which he believed.

"Diego, how have you changed your mind now?"

"No, that's how I've always looked at it, of course the World Cup draw is fair."

But everyone also understands that after all, Argentina is assigned to the same group as South Korea, Nigeria, and Greece.

"In addition, I am very happy to see Tang Zhenglong being assigned to the death group, hahahaha."

On the other side, Tang Zhenglong had a dark face when surrounded by reporters.

"Don, do you still think the World Cup draw is absolutely fair?"

"Is it important?"

"Tang, in fact, it's still too late for you to tell the inside story."

"Okay, let me break the news. The old horse sneaked into Bailey, and he and Bailey are the same, is it ok??"

Tang Zhenglong took out a small notebook, "I'm going to write down all of you one by one, and gradually block them."

The reporters were stunned, and some turned their heads and left.

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Yang Zhiyong was stunned seeing Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, what's the matter with you?"

"Is the taste of the coffee unsatisfactory?"

Tang Zhenglong came back from his thoughts and chuckled, "It's been so long since the lottery, anyway, the Chinese team has also entered the death group, so there's nothing to say."

"Tang, if it's not convenient for you to say it, you can also be anonymous."

It's not that Tang Zhenglong doesn't want to talk about it, but it's all about his embarrassing things. How can this be said?
Sumo wrestling with Maradona?
Slapped in the face by the lottery result?
I can't.

Yang Zhiyong lowered his voice, "I heard that you and the beautiful hostess of the lottery ceremony..."

Tang Zhenglong was alert all over.

"Don't talk nonsense, we don't know each other at all."

"Then I'll write a preview of you and Ronaldo's World Cup PK, do you think it's okay?"

"If you want to write it, you can, but I must be tall and mighty. Ronaldo must be like Misaki Taro, who was slapped in the face by me, Osora Tsubasa."

"Of course it is."

"Tang, in fact, there are many beauties in the headquarters of our "Football Weekly". Would you like to come and visit?"

Tang Zhenglong narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Zhiyong.

"Brother Yang, do you know Duan Xuan? Why do you two seduce me in exactly the same way?"

(End of this chapter)