big mouth ball king

Chapter 766
Three long whistles.

Nightmare night, huge boos.

Mourinho's face was green, 0 to 3, which basically indicated that Inter Milan was out.

But the Portuguese is still stubborn, and he cited those great reversals in football history.

"Everyone can think about the miracle in Istanbul. At that time, AC Milan should have felt that they had won, but in the end?"

"Jose, can you be Liverpool?"

"Why not?"

"There are rumors that you are going to Real Madrid, is this a big gift from you to the new club?"

Mourinho sneered: "Even if a coach of my level goes to Real Madrid, do I still need to give gifts? You think I am you."

"Plus I'll be worth every penny I make."

After speaking, Mourinho left.

******
"Manuel, a perfect victory, Real Madrid should be in the semi-finals."

"Hehe, I think it's still early, we have to be careful because football is round."

"That...can you let Tang Zhenglong come?"

"..."

"Don, it's a perfect game. May I ask why you played a fool when you scored the first goal? Did you deliberately humiliate your opponent?"

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"Why do people say that they are pretending to be fools when they think about life? Are these people stupid?"

"I'm not pretending to be a fool, I'm thinking about life."

think about life! ! !
"What do you mean?"

"I'm thinking, I'm still so young, but I'm far ahead of my peers. I've made so much money, what should I say!"

……

……

"To be too good is also very troublesome. You hangers will never experience this kind of trouble. I am very lonely."

puff! !

The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, if it wasn't for your ability to provide us with news, believe it or not, we would have killed you right away.

"Don, it is said that Jose will be in charge of Real Madrid next season, what do you think?"

Tang Zhenglong shrugged.

Pointing to the score on the big screen.

"The defeated player, what qualifications do you think he has to coach me? There is only one boss in my heart, and that is Pellegrini next to me, the world's number one coach, and he will not accept rebuttals."

Pellegrini was so happy in his heart. I have to say that flattering really makes people feel happy.

"Don't dare, dare not, the world's number one coach is too exaggerated."

"It's no exaggeration, you are the number one coach in the world, Mourinho is not worthy of being your son."

"Don, do you want to give yourself some leeway? If Jose really takes charge of the team next season, will you still be alive?"

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, expressing that it was completely unnecessary.

"I didn't say this just to play in Real Madrid. I really admire our boss. If possible, I hope he will coach the Chinese national team in the future and lead us to win the World Cup."

The more you say it, the more outrageous it is.

******
A day later, Pellegrini announced to the Real Madrid players that he would leave the team at the end of the season.

"Because of health and family reasons, I will take a year off, so these are the last months of my cooperation with everyone, and I hope to win the Champions League."

Everyone looked at Tang Zhenglong in unison, his stunned look was very funny.

A day ago he was gleefully flattering, but now...

Someone laughed and said, "In that case, who do you think will succeed our boss?"

"Lippie?"

"Benitez?"

"still……"

"Of course it's Jose Mourinho."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

"Woooooo."

"Don, are you saying goodbye to us too? You can give a farewell speech, we will miss you."

"Hahaha."

"Cut." Tang Zhenglong was very disdainful, "Even if Jose came, would he fire a superstar who scored more goals than the entire team?"

"What would Real Madrid do without me?"

"Not competitive in La Liga."

"Who said that?"

An old but energetic voice came.

Turning around, it was Florentino.

"Young man, don't think of yourself as great."

Tang Zhenglong lowered his head.

"I am teasing them. Of course we are the boss of Real Madrid. You can leave anyone, but it is really impossible without you."

"Boss, the Galacticos is a wreck without you."

Everyone made faces of wanting to vomit.

"It's disgusting."

Florentino patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "Am I really that great?"

"Of course, there would be no Real Madrid without you. Everyone knows this, don't you think so?"

"Yes."

"Speak up, you are mosquitoes."

"Yes!" Everyone rolled their eyes in their hearts.

After Florentino left, Ronaldo leaned over.

"Don, you are so shameless."

"Really? Thank you for the compliment."

*****
"Hello, this is José's house. If you are looking for José, please press 1. For the hostess, please press 2. For the eldest daughter, please press 3. For the youngest son, please press 4. If it is Tang Zhenglong calling, just kill him."

"..."

"Damn, don't be so serious, right?"

Tang Zhenglong pressed 1.

"Who?"

"Jose, it's me." Tang Zhenglong smiled greasy.

"Can't you understand human language? Tang Zhenglong called and beat him to death."

"Hehe, Jose, you're not really mad at me, are you?"

"No, of course I can't be angry with a fool."

"..."

"Jose, it's all the fault of the reporters. It has nothing to do with me. It's them who made troubles and provoked our sincere friendship before."

"Friendship?"

"What friendship do I have with you?"

"Of course there is. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to play in the Premier League. Speaking of which, you are still my Bole."

"..."

"Did you hear any rumors?"

"Damn, it was discovered."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled.

"No, I just really thank you. Come to Madrid next week and stay at my house."

"Need not."

Mourinho hung up the phone.

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, no, we must take advantage of Jose to come to Madrid next week to restore the relationship between each other, Pellegrini is such a bastard, why did he suddenly leave.

Woo woo woo.

*****
"Tang, are you sure you want us to do such a shameless thing?"

"You've worked for The Sun, what face do you need?"

Linda was furious.

Emma said: "If you didn't give 2 euros each, we would not do it."

"Girls, this is related to my future, come on."

Linda and Emma lead a dozen girls dressed in cheerleading outfits and holding signs.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome to Madrid, the number one coach in the world."

"Work harder, if the rehearsal is not serious, the effect will not come out."

"Next Tuesday, go to the hotel where Inter Milan is staying and yell at me. Seriously, Jose must cry."

Imagining Mourinho's eyes filled with tears, Tang Zhenglong laughed.

(End of this chapter)