big mouth ball king

Chapter 740 I really fell this time
Booooooooooo! !
"Hush Tang Zhenglong to death."

"We booed that bastard."

Benzema patted Tang Zhenglong.

"Thanks, man, now the fans don't boo me."

Tang Zhenglong smiled wryly: "It's nothing serious!!"

Ronaldo came over and said with a smile: "In the future, I will be booed by the fans, can you help me share it too?"

"Impossible, I can't do it."

"why?"

"You are not good enough to be booed, and even gods can't save you."

"Nimma! You are not good enough!!"

Soon, Lyon's offense made a comeback, and some people said that Pjanic is the perfect replacement for Juninho.

Like Juninho Jr., Pjanic is also a master of the elevator ball.

Pjanic has the ball in front of the box.

Teammates crossed positions and took away Real Madrid's defense. At this time, Pjanic glanced at the opponent's goal and volleyed.

The ball draws a beautiful arc of fallen leaves. Casey flies to save, but misses the ball. Fortunately, the ball is a little higher than the goal.

"What's going on, such a serious mistake in the defense in front of the penalty area!!"

The Real Madrid defenders all had dark faces.

If Pellegrini is the one who gets angry, then everyone can bear it, but the problem is...he is Tang Zhenglong.

Ramos patted Tang Zhenglong on the head.

"Now you are qualified to teach me?"

"You came to Real Madrid a few years before me, but it doesn't matter, now I am the first brother."

"Besides, it was your mistake just now, you admit it?"

Ramos has nothing to say. It is really unreasonable to be shot so easily by the opponent's core players in front of the penalty area.

"Don, it should be my fault." Guti admitted.

Tang Zhenglong looked at Guti and then at Ramos.

"Sorry, I made a mistake."

Guti and Ramsay glanced at each other, suddenly realized.

"Damn it!! Although Asians are a little face-blind to Europeans, the two of us look completely different."

"Tang, you have been here for half a year, how can you still admit your mistake?"

"Who told you both to be so handsome, of course I admit my mistake."

……

As soon as the words came out, Ramos and Guti were happy.

"Handsome guys are indeed similar, we forgive you."

Marcelo on the side heard it, sweating on his forehead, Tang Zhenglong's mouth, a deceiving ghost.

******
Pellegrini held his chin, and Benzema was guarded tightly, with no chance at all.

It's no wonder, after all, half a year ago, Benzema still trained with Lyon players, and many opponents with small habits are clear, as if they grew up together.

Pellegrini made a gesture to ask Benzema to withdraw and simply stand in the position of the front midfielder to reduce the pressure a little.

In this way, Tang Zhenglong will be on the forward line.

"We and I suddenly felt a chill on the back of our necks."

Turning his head, he saw a tall black man staring at him.

boomson.

French international defender.

Strong defense and precise positioning.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Hehe, let's see what's wrong with you? I'll kick you later."

"..."

"That will be suspended."

"fine."

"Is it okay? Is this still a human language?"

"Then I will retreat to the position of the midfielder."

Bumsong chuckled, "Benzema retreats, then you must move forward, do you have any common sense?"

"Need it?" Tang Zhenglong wondered.

Isn't this how I like to run, how to run?

Bum Song Khan died.

******
Real Madrid strikes back! !

Guti is about to pass the ball to Raul, and then slowly pushes forward.

but……

"It's too slow."

Guti glanced at Tang Zhenglong in front of him, and sent him over with his big feet.

Lyon did not expect that Real Madrid would also play a long pass.

Tang Zhenglong takes the ball.

"Hahaha, Dahei, you are not dead, no one can guard against me in one-on-one."

Bumsong was half dead with rage.

Big black?

You are black.

Tang Zhenglong made a feint, ready to break through.

Bumsong had to admit that Tang Zhenglong's movements were really fast, giving full play to the speed of Asians.

Tang Zhenglong had already overtaken and was about to break through when Bumsong kicked Tang Zhenglong's ankle.

"Penalty!!"

"This is a penalty!!"

The Real Madrid team jumped up.

The referee didn't blow it right away, it was Tang Zhenglong who was addicted to flopping.

"Line judge, did you see clearly whether Tang Zhenglong fell for real or flopped?"

The judge replied: "Can I tell if Tang Zhenglong's acting skills are real or flopping?"

The referee ran over to take a look.

"It seems to be true, what should I do?"

Well, just ask.

"Are you a flop?"

Tang Zhenglong was furious.

"Referee, I have already made a breakthrough, why do I still have to flop?"

The referee asked Bumsong.

"Did you kick him?"

"No."

"Damn it!! It's wrong to lie." Tang Zhenglong said angrily.

Bumsong pointed to Tang Zhenglong, "This guy likes to dive very much, don't trust him in the referee."

Tang Zhenglong said angrily: "I admit that I like diving, but this time I really fell."

"Referee, you can watch the replay of the video. If I lie to you, I won't be able to get a girlfriend for the rest of my life."

The referee patted Tang Zhenglong.

"How about this, even if you flopped this time, I will definitely judge you to flop next time."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

Is this a vegetable market?Can you still bargain?

"Referee, can you see if this works? This time it counts as a real fall. Next time you sentence me to a flop, I have nothing to say."

……

You clever little bastard!
The referee did not award a penalty in the end, and Real Madrid protested, but in the end the referee did not change his penalty.

"Dahei, I didn't expect you to look simple and honest, but you are so dishonest."

Bumsong laughed and said, "Who told you to love diving so much?"

"If it's true, I'm going to fake it." Tang Zhenglong said bitterly in his heart.

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After 30 minutes in the first half, Lyon was suppressed by Real Madrid, and Real Madrid's powerful midfield began to slowly form an advantage.

Ronaldo's first shot was blocked and the ball went to Tang Zhenglong's feet.

Tang Zhenglong took a look, this is in the restricted area, or...

Oops, Tang Zhenglong bumped into Bumsong and fell to the ground.

"Referee, it's the second time. It should be judged this time. You promised me."

The referee gave Tang Zhenglong a bright yellow card.

"Referee, you promised me, next time I will count as a real fall."

"Then you're at least decent. You're going round and round to bump into the opponent. It's fine if you don't get a red card."

"Damn it! Blame me? I couldn't judge just now, can't I be a little emotional?"

The referee pointed to his pocket, "Don't force me to give you a red card."

red card?

Do you think I'd be afraid?

Tang Zhenglong, he... is cowardly!
"System, I want to clean up, I won't flop, from now on Tang Zhenglong must be a gentleman like Klose in everyone's eyes."

"puff!!"

"Master, this persona is not suitable for you."

"I don't care what kind of character design, everyone will talk about Tang Zhenglong in the future, he is not only a handsome guy, a football king, a superstar, but he is also a good person."

(End of this chapter)