big mouth ball king

Chapter 741 Nepotism
"Diego, Diego, Diego."

"Argentina, Argentina, Argentina."

In the 1986 World Cup, Maradona led Argentina to win the World Cup and returned to Buenos Aires. Lisandro was only 3 years old that year, but the scene of empty streets was imprinted in his mind. Many Argentines started playing football at the age of 5.

Lisandro is about the same.

As an Argentine, the World Cup is a dream.

But this year's World Cup is too far away from Lisandro. The competitors in front of him are superstars like Aguero and Messi, and he?

It's just in a second-rate European giant like Lyon.

But if he gets good results in the Champions League, maybe Maradona will take him to South Africa.

Lisandro has the ball in front of the penalty area and he skilfully evades a defender before shooting.

The ball hits well and is hugged by Casey again.

Pellegrini could see that this Argentine was a big threat.

Five minutes later, Lisandro's glorious moment came. Lyon pierced Marcelo on the wing, and then made a cross.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! !
The whole stadium erupted.

But what I didn't expect was that after Lisandro scored a goal, it was not his teammates who ran to Tang Zhenglong.

"Tell Diego I scored a goal."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"Nimma, what does this have to do with me?"

The game continued, Tang Zhenglong approached Lisandro.

"Do we know each other?"

"do not know."

"Then why did you say those weird things to me?"

Lisandro was a little embarrassed.

"Is such that."

"I heard that you and Diego's daughter is..."

Tang Zhenglong's heart was shocked, it turns out that foreign countries also engage in nepotism?

"Hehe, I don't."

For the World Cup, Lisandro also went all out.

"Don, I know you and Diego are good friends, please say something for me, one word is enough, let him see my efforts."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

******
"Damn it, is this okay?" Pellegrini was stunned. How could Tang Zhenglong chat with anyone?
Did Lisandro know him?
On the field, Real Madrid's people were also stunned. Tang Zhenglong's friends are all over the world?

Marcelo leaned over, "Don, do you know that bearded man?"

"I'm his idol, and he said a lot about adoring me."

"I bother!!"

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "Don't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just too ridiculous."

"Then do you want to bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Buddha's Palm."

"What do you mean?"

Tang Zhenglong explained, that is, slapping and slapping, which can be as violent as it needs to be.

Marcelo thought for a while, "No problem, if he really admires you, I can smoke whatever you want."

"Hahaha."

After 1 minute, Marcelo was dumbfounded. Lisandro had no bottom line in order to participate in the World Cup. Even if he was asked to call Tang Zhenglong's father, it would probably be fine.

"Hey, bearded man, you are Argentine, the football kingdom second only to Brazil, you worship Tang Zhenglong? Are you worthy of 4000 million Argentines?"

Lysandro Khan dies.

"Just one word, I adore Tang Zhenglong."

"..."

"Hahaha, Curly, do you choose the left cheek or the right cheek?"

……

Intermission.

in the locker room.

Teammates gathered around and heard that there would be a very violent scene.

What is Tathagata palm?
Pepe wondered.

You'll know if you don't see it.

Marcelo touched his face and said, "Don, don't disfigure your face."

"I can't guarantee that."

"..."

"Don, I haven't married a wife yet?"

"You look like this, you don't rely on your appearance, do you?"

"Hahaha."

"Okay, do you choose the left cheek or the right cheek?"

Marcelo asked in a daze, "Which side do you think I should choose?"

"I think it's fairer if you step aside?"

puff.

"The beasts!!"

Marcelo pointed to the left.

"To the left."

Snapped! !

what.

"You hit the right side."

Tang Zhenglong looked at his hand, "I thought you said it was my left side, sorry, I made a mistake, do you want to do it again?"

"Woooooooh, I want to go back to Brazil."

"By the way, what bet did you lose with Tang Zhenglong?"

"It's the bearded Argentine."

Marcelo told about Lisandro's worship of Tang Zhenglong.

"I rely on it, it's impossible."

"Then do you want to gamble?" Tang Zhenglong smiled at Peipei, "You also bet on the Tathagata palm?"

Tang Zhenglong has full expectations for Lisandro's bottom line, and that guy has no bottom line at all now.

Pepe shook her head.

"I'm not that stupid."

Marcelo boo hoo.

"I'm not stupid!"

Someone brought ice cubes.

"Apply it quickly, or your face will be swollen."

"Tang Zhenglong was too ruthless."

******
There is also a Brazilian player in the Lyon team, Kuaima winger Bastos.

Before the start of the second half, everyone walked out of the locker room one after another, and Bastos was going to say hello to Marcelo, the big brother of the national team.

Playing in Brazil, it is a great honor to enter the national team. For Bastos, the national team is too far away, so he admires Marcelo very much.

but……

Marcelo covered his face and walked away quickly.

Bastos was upset.

"Playing big? Look down on those of us who can't make it to the national team?"

Bastos ran a few quick steps and followed Marcelo.

"Hi."

When Marcelo saw it, he couldn't hide.

"Hi."

"What's wrong with your face?"

Tang Zhenglong leaned over and put on an expression - I'll see how you make it up.

"My face?"

"It seems that one side is different."

"Nimma, it's really disfigured." Marcelo wailed inwardly.

"I accidentally knocked on the door."

puff.

"How? Do you still recognize me as Marcelo?"

"of course."

Marcelo was a little relieved, but Bastos suddenly added a sentence - your hair is very special.

……

"Could it be that my face is not important? Everyone only cares about my hair?"

Bastos whispered: "You are a big brother, a national player, can you recommend me to the head coach?"

Marcelo had an idea.

"This guy wants something from me, so will he have no bottom line like Lisandro?"

"Haha, I'll bet on Tang Zhenglong again, this time it's my turn to hit him."

Marcelo found Tang Zhenglong.

"I want to bet you again."

"What are you gambling?"

Marcelo pointed to Bastos, "He adores me."

Tang Zhenglong took a look.

"Is it important that he adores you? Shall I tell you that the photographer over there adores me?"

Marcelo was taken aback, "He is a Brazilian star, about the same level as Lisandro."

"Hehe, you liar, he's a substitute, just like Zlatan Ibrahimovic."

Barcelona, ​​Ibrahimovic suddenly sneezed.

"Damn, is someone talking about me behind my back?"

(End of this chapter)