big mouth ball king

Chapter 739

Gerland Stadium.

The home stadium of Lyon Club, which hosted the 1998 World Cup in France, can accommodate more than 4 people.

This is also one of the holy places of French football. Although it is not as good as the Parc des Princes in Paris, it is also very good.

Real Madrid players walk onto the pitch and Lyon fans raise huge TIFOs.

This is a way for fans to express their emotions. A simple understanding is a giant poster.

"I'll fuck it up."

On the poster is Tang Zhenglong, thin and small, kneeling on the ground, while in front of him is the tall and mighty Lyon team.

"Nimma! Is this slander? I can sue Leon."

During the handshake ceremony before the game, the Lyon players glared at Tang Zhenglong like an enemy.

"Hehe, there's no need for this."

Goalkeeper Lloris didn't say a word, just raised his head high.

"Cut! I don't care about shaking hands with you."

Game start.

On their own home court, Lyon played very proactively at the beginning, and most of the ball ran in the opponent's half.

Pellegrini had already expected that if Lyon, a second-tier European giant, wants to overthrow Real Madrid, they must play well at home.

The head coach of Lyon looked at the first brother of the striker - Lisandro.

The characteristic of Argentine forwards is that they have a particularly good sense of the ball. Those who can play forwards in a football kingdom like Argentina are football elites.

After Lisandro got the ball, he didn't fight with the Real Madrid defender, and immediately split sides and ran forward by himself.

Lyon passed the ball very quickly and basically did not confront Real Madrid head-on.

There are no underdogs in Europe. This sentence is very true. At least when both teams are the main players, the strength of European teams is still very strong.

Lisandro splits the side and French winger Govou takes the ball.

This is a fast wide player.

Govou took the ball and swayed it, forced Marcelo, and made a pass after the bottom. Lisandro headed the ball under Pepe's defense. The ball was weak and was caught by Cassie.

There was jubilation in the stadium, this is a good start, at least the first shot of the game was created by Lyon.

******
Booooooooooo! !
Benzema took the ball, and there were huge boos. Benzema was trained by Lyon, and when he came back here, he had already put on the opponent's jersey.

Booooooooooo! !
Huge boos affected Benzema's form.

Suddenly, there was a ding.

Mission: Good people and good deeds, help Benzema share the boos.

Reward: 1000 mouth points.

Penalty: Pass -5.

"Good people and good deeds? But the problem is that I'm not a good person."

"That's even better."

"..."

"Do not want to."

But tasks are like jobs, no matter how much you hate them, you still have to do them.

Tang Zhenglong's first thought was simplicity and rudeness.

Write on a piece of paper - "Boo me, stop Benzema."

Then yell at the camera.

The Lyon fans were blown away when they saw it.

"This bastard Benzema actually asked that bastard Tang Zhenglong for help."

Booooooooooooo! !
The boos got louder.

Don't mention Tang Zhenglong, we may still miss the old love, but now it's better, there is no old love.

Benzema Khan is dead.

"Since you supported me, the fans hate me even more."

Hahahaha.

The system smiled unkindly.

"Laugh P!"

Tang Zhenglong thought, since the forward operation can't work, it can be done in the opposite direction.

"If you beat me up, the fans will like you."

Benzema was shocked by Tang Zhenglong's request.

"This is on the court, and hitting your teammates is also a foul."

"What should I do?"

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, and wrote on the paper again—"Benzema and I are not friends."

Unexpectedly, the fans were even more angry.

"If you say no, it's not? Insulting our IQ."

Booooooooo! !
"..."

"It's not over yet!!"

"Master, you seem to want to change your thinking, for example..."

"Like what?"

"Or you can kneel down for the fans to try."

"..."

"Go away, I, Tang Zhenglong, have gold under my knees, I kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground, and kneel to my parents."

"cut!!"

"I figured, as soon as I score, they shut up."

Just do what he said, Tang Zhenglong started to move.

Arbeloa made a breakthrough on the side, and passed back to Alonso when he was about to reach the bottom line. The side has been emptied by Arbeloa, leaving a huge space for Alonso to pass. With Alonso's footwork, this kind of cross is still very stable.

When the ball reached the penalty area, both Benzema and Tang Zhenglong were fighting for points.

"Ah, it's mine."

"Get out of the way."

Benzema didn't know that Tang Zhenglong was behind him, otherwise he wouldn't have jumped, but he was already in mid-air, and he couldn't help it.

"I'm already in the air."

Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong made a strange move that shocked the scene. He pushed away Benzema and headed the ball himself.

Nima's! !This guy got up "tiger" and even pushed his teammates.

The ball was held by Lowry.

"Is that your teammate? Why do you even push?" Lori laughed.

"actually……"

Before Benzema finished speaking, Tang Zhenglong stepped forward and pushed Benzema, "Why did you block me just now? Don't you know who is the first brother?"

Lori couldn't stand it anymore.

"What's your attitude?"

"He is no longer from Lyon."

"But he is French, you can't bully us French."

Looking at it again, Benzema is like an angry little daughter-in-law.

The fans at the scene are all French, and they have the same idea as Lloris. No matter how bastard Benzema is, we can only scold him by the French, not outsiders.

Booooooooo.

Fans booed Tang Zhenglong wildly.

"Don't scold Benzema, you bastard."

Ding sound.

mission completed.

"Hahaha, cool!"

Tang Zhenglong was in the right mood. Looking up, several Lyon players surrounded him.

"What do you want?"

"I heard you bullied the French."

"I didn't!"

"Don't be cowardly if you have the ability."

Tang Zhenglong held his head high, with his hips akimbo, with a righteous expression on his face.

"I advise you to go away immediately, otherwise!"

"How about otherwise?"

"Looking at your expression, you want to beat us all up?"

"Don't force me, otherwise."

Lyon players really want to know what "otherwise" Tang Zhenglong is?You "otherwise" look at me and hit me.

Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground and rolled with a whoosh.

"Ah, I was beaten, it hurts so much."

The Lyon players looked dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

So much has been laid before, and in the end "otherwise" is a flop?
His facial expression is worse than that of Bruce Lee, but he can run faster than Tom Cat, which means Tang Zhenglong.

The Lyon players looked at Benzema.

"Aren't you ashamed of your teammates?"

"This……"

"Actually, I'm used to it. He has done even more shameful things."

"Do any of you want to give him a hard kick in the ass?"

"I really want to."

At this time, Tang Zhenglong saw the referee coming from the corner of his eye, slowly got up, and was about to file a complaint, but unexpectedly, the referee warned him.

"I have seen your performance, and I want to tell you that it is impossible for me to make a profit by diving."

(End of this chapter)