big mouth ball king

Chapter 742
"Cough cough cough."

"Tang Zhenglong, come here."

Tang Zhenglong ran to the sidelines.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"What are you doing? Chatting? Chatting one after another."

"They adore me."

Pellegrini Khan dies.

"We are one goal behind now."

"..."

"Are we behind?"

Tang Zhenglong looked at the big screen, 0 to 1.

"Damn, we are so behind, I forgot."

Turning his head, Pellegrini squatted down.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"I'd better squat down, I'm afraid I'll have a sudden cerebral hemorrhage."

Tang Zhenglong sweated and also squatted down.

"Boss, don't worry, I will score."

Pellegrini said earnestly, "Don, the other party is not your girlfriend."

"..."

"Boss, trust me."

"Well, now I can only trust you, and I have to be worthy of this Real Madrid jersey."

"Ah."

"Boss, can you push Benzema to the forward line and let him get kicked and cover me?"

"cannot!!!"

*****
"Karim Benzema, now he is still that simple football boy, not the later blamed man."

But Tang Zhenglong has already seen the potential of being a villain in him.

Tang Zhenglong treated him with affection and reason.

"Karim, you should understand what I mean?"

"Understood, you just want me to get kicked, right?"

Tang Zhenglong's forehead was sweating.

"No, I let you do meritorious service."

"Karim, why don't you understand? Let me give you another example."

Benzema raised his hand to indicate that it was unnecessary.

"Don, I'm not going to get kicked, save your mouth, and Bumsong's defense is rough."

"Nima!!"

"You want me to be kicked for being rude?"

Benzema patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "I wish you good luck."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"Damn it, it's getting harder and harder to find someone to take the blame now."

******
There was a time when players could wear whatever they wanted on the pitch, and that's why there were people who didn't wear shin guards and put their socks back on their ankles.

So handsome is handsome, but dangerous.

Later, FIFA has strict requirements for players to wear, such as shirts must be tucked into the trousers, and shin guards must be worn.

Suddenly, the voice of the fourth official came from the referee's headset.

"Pay attention to Tang Zhenglong, there seems to be something wrong."

The referee took a look, what is this... what is going on.

"Hey, why are your shin guards different from everyone else's?"

"Is it different?"

"Do you think I'm blind? It's obviously twice as big as others. What's going on?"

Tang Zhenglong pointed to Bumsong.

"He kept kicking me, so I took two shin pads for protection."

"..."

"No, this is illegal."

Bumsong also protested.

"Don't talk nonsense, you fake faller, I didn't kick you at all."

The referee ordered Tang Zhenglong to remove a shin guard and play the ball well without messing around.

"A leg guard? Are you kidding me? The leg guard must be broken when that big black kicks over."

Bumsong's face darkened.

"I'm not a forklift, okay?"

"you are not?"

Bumsong really wanted to use Tathagata palm against Tang Zhenglong.

The game continued, and the Lyon team took it back. Once the ball was in hand, they counterattacked defensively.

Alonso curled the ball in.

"lob?"

"Brother Long, I'm Tang Zhenglong, you give the golf ball?"

Unsurprisingly, Boomsong headed the ball out.

Soon, Ronaldo also passed a high ball.

Boumsong laughed and said, "How bad is your popularity in Real Madrid?"

Tang Zhenglong knew what Dahei meant, so he deliberately pretended not to understand.

He comforted himself, "I see, this must be a blindfold, Ronaldo must be trying to paralyze the opponent."

"It must be so."

"C Ronaldo worships me in his heart."

"Hahaha, seeing Tang Zhenglong jumping up to hit the "mushroom" like Super Mario, it's worth losing." This is Ronaldo's thoughts.

After a few high balls, Tang Zhenglong was depressed, and another ball flew over. Tang Zhenglong was about to give up, but the ball was a half-high ball, which could be unloaded.

Tang Zhenglong stopped the ball.

Bumsong was also shaken, but he didn't expect it to be a high ball this time.

Tang Zhenglong turned around with the ball, and Boumsong stretched his legs, ready to dispose of the ball immediately.

The two looked at each other face to face.

Confirmed eyes.

Boumsong suddenly tensed up, "Is this guy going to flop?"

"Damn, you know me very well, the answer is correct, I am going to dive."

The referee came running.

Boumsong shook his finger at the referee.

"I really didn't touch him this time."

The referee is sweating, how stupid is this guy?Not this time, so last time?

penalty!

Didn't run this time.

Tang Zhenglong groaned and moaned on the ground in order to perform his tricks, and even called for a stretcher.

Ronaldo saw it, picked up the ball in the past, and prepared to take a penalty kick.

Benzema chuckled, "Tang Hui is crazy, I was in the penalty area just now, I could see clearly, the opponent didn't kick him."

Ronaldo also laughed.

Tang Zhenglong glanced out of the corner of the eye on the stretcher, damn it, Ronaldo is standing in front of the penalty spot.

"This is a penalty I worked so hard to get. You go to take the penalty? Are you shameless?"

Tang Zhenglong rolled off the stretcher with a bang.

"I suddenly recovered, you don't need to worry about me, I can continue the game."

Tang Zhenglong waved his hand, signaling the stretcher to leave quickly.

"Cristiano, you are naughty, what are you doing with my ball?"

"You are injured, of course I will take the penalty."

"Damn it!!" Tang Zhenglong was dumb and ate Coptis chinensis.

"I recovered, just a little injury."

Ronaldo lowered his voice and said, "Tang, you have to play the whole show, or you will be in trouble after the game."

Tang Zhenglong is not happy, this is my penalty.

"Cristiano, you know I hold a grudge, I advise you to return the penalty to me."

"I won't pay it back!"

The referee came running.

"What are you doing?"

Ronaldo smiled and said: "He is injured, I will kick the penalty kick."

Tang Zhenglong looked at the referee, he couldn't say he was fine, he was dying just now.

Suddenly, a shocking scene appeared, Tang Zhenglong lay down.

"I can take penalties lying down."

Ronaldo was stunned.

Tang Zhenglong demonstrated it and swept his legs.

The referee was stunned and said, "Tang, I advise you not to."

"Referee, is there a rule that you cannot shoot while lying down?"

……

No, no, but... too ugly.

Tang Zhenglong snatched the ball, then lay down halfway, ready to sweep his legs and shoot.

The audience froze.

"What is he going to do? Lay down and take the penalty kick?"

It's been a long time, the audience at the scene has really seen it for a long time. Someone used to shoot with a cross-legged kick during a penalty kick.

This must be unprecedented, and there will be no one in the future. After all, except for Tang Zhenglong, who in the world football can afford to lose this face?
(End of this chapter)