big mouth ball king

Chapter 773 Messi, you are a big brother! !
GOOOOOOOOOAL! !
Ibrahimovic celebrated wantonly after scoring and provoked the home fans on the sidelines.

"Come boo me, bastard!!"

"Hahaha, I'm the best, I'm God."

Ibrahimovic spread out his hands, posing as if he ruled the world.

"I am god."

"Worship."

It's been almost a year, and Ibrahimovic is out of breath with the 6000 million bid king's worth, and now he can vent.

As soon as Ibrahimovic turned around, it was Guti who rushed up.

The Golden Wolf is a direct descendant of Real Madrid, and Guti is a native of Madrid. How could he allow a Barcelona player to provoke at the Bernabeu.

"Give me some respect."

"I won't, do you dare to hit me? Hehe."

Teammates came to persuade them to fight.

Tang Zhenglong also ran over.

"Zlatan, this is your fault. We are professional players, and the fans are our parents. Every penny we earn is contributed by the fans. How can you provoke your parents? By the way, call Dad and listen."

"roll!!"

puff.

The Real Madrid players snickered, but when Tang Zhenglong opened his mouth, it turned out to be extraordinary.

"Also, Messi, I also want to talk about you. How can you assist Zlatan? This is not what the core should do. For example, I am the first brother of Real Madrid. Can I assist Ronaldo? That would be a shame."

"As the first brother of Barcelona, ​​of course you have to break through yourself. Be careful next time. Those of us who are the first brother must always pay attention to our identity."

puff.

Ibrahimovic and Ronaldo vomit blood at the same time.

"Fuck!! Shameless Tang!!"

Messi was stunned for a while, is this a compliment to me?Or hurt me?

*****
Tang Zhenglong approached Messi.

"Leo, you should know that I have a relationship with Maradona's daughter."

"I know, but I don't need you to enter the national team."

"..."

"Hehe, I didn't mean that, I meant..."

"Multiple friends, multiple paths."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

What Tang Zhenglong really wants to say is, can you honestly dribble the ball and let me complete the task, if you always pass the ball, then I will be blinded by the task.

The game continues.

Tang Zhenglong looked at the time in the system, there were 2 minutes left.

"Damn it, two successful defenses in 2 minutes, the opponent is still Messi? It's just useless."

"By the way, if I end up injured, will the mission end?"

"Ha ha."

"Master, don't think about it, you are killed in battle, and the mission is still there."

"..."

"Nima!!"

******
"Give me the ball, give me the ball."

Xavi has the ball, Ibrahimovic is asking for the ball.

Harvey saw that Ibrahimovic was about to be offside, so he passed to Messi.

Tang Zhenglong appeared immediately.

"I am coming."

"Leo, remember my words, the dignity of the first brother."

puff.

But this time Messi really can only break through by himself, because Ibrahimovic is in an offside position.

In addition, Messi also wants to compete with Tang Zhenglong again.

The most advanced dribble is often the simplest. Messi's dribble has no pretensions, it is really fast!
Incredibly fast!

With his left foot on the ball, Messi turned on the extreme speed mode. This time Tang Zhenglong obviously felt a feeling of being too late.

At the same time, the body starts to react.

With a kick on the left foot, the right leg tackles the ball.

Tackle is a defensive action in the limit state. It is a one-shot deal. If you can't touch the ball, you will completely pounce.

Messi's limit forced Tang Zhenglong's limit.

The extreme contest of two people.

Tang Zhenglong touched the ball with his toes, the ball rolled out, and the two fell to the ground at the same time. At the same time, there was a ding in the system—successfully defended twice.

The ball rolled to Harvey's feet.

Messi raised his hand again, "Give it to me again."

In Barcelona, ​​Messi's position as the first brother has been stabilized. If he wants the ball, his teammates will usually give it to him.

The ball reached Messi's feet again, Tang Zhenglong was still lying on the ground.

"Nimma! Are you still here?"

This time Tang Zhenglong simply came up with a trick to sweep the hall's legs.

The audience was stunned. Is this a trick from a martial arts movie?
As soon as Messi touched the ball, Tang Zhenglong's sweeping legs came. At this moment, the Argentine football king hesitated.

If it is swept, it is likely to be injured. This year is the World Cup year.

So... Messi jumped up and the ball was broken by Tang Zhenglong.

"Oh my god, Tang Zhenglong blocked Messi twice in a row, beautiful!!"

Ding sound.

"Master, congratulations, you will answer quickly."

"What do you mean?"

"The last move has nothing to do with Cannavaro, it's your free play. By the way, isn't this move called dog-planing defense?"

"Dog planing defense?"

"Go to Nima!!"

"This move is clearly called Tangshan Shadowless Foot."

"Do you know why it is called Tangshan Shadowless Foot?"

"I only know Foshan Wuyingjiao."

"That's Huang Feihong, it's different from my trick, which was invented by my ancestors."

On the other side, Messi blamed himself a bit, "Is it okay to sacrifice Barcelona's interests for the World Cup? Is this what professional players should do?"

He glanced at Tang Zhenglong, "That kid is really fast."

******
Corner defense.

Ibrahimovic moves in the penalty area. As one of the few tall men in Barcelona, ​​it is Ibrahimovic's task to grab the header.

Suddenly, something surrounded him.

"Damn! Tang Zhenglong."

"Why are you trapping me?"

"It's nothing, I'm cold."

"roll."

However, it is normal for set-piece defense to be agitated.

Ibrahimovic broke free, Tang Zhenglong circled himself again.

"Did you watch the Titanic too much and like to come from the back?"

"..."

"Tang Zhenglong, I warn you not to touch me."

"Okay, then I'll hold your hand, okay?"

"No."

Tang Zhenglong took Ibrahimovic's hand.

The corner kick is taken.

Tang Zhenglong had an idea, picked up Ibrahimovic's hand, slapped himself hard on the face, and then fell to the ground.

He did it when he was in Cologne.

Ibrahimovic was completely dumbfounded, this guy hit himself with my hand?
"Ah! He hit me."

"I don't, referee, that's how it goes."

The referee was stunned after hearing this, "You mean he hit himself in the face with your hand?"

"Is such that."

The referee looked at Ibrahimovic, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"..."

Ibrahimovic smashed his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach. He knew that if he talked back again, it would be a yellow card.

"Referee, I admit that I hit him, but I was not careful."

"Okay, verbal warning."

Tang Zhenglong got up from the ground, "Zlatan, can you be careful, it hurts."

"..."

Teammates ran over to complain about Ibrahimovic.

"We all formed a shot, why did you hit him? The opportunity is gone like this."

Ibrahimovic vomited blood, "I didn't hit him!! Woohoo."

"Tang, you must be monitored when you compete, otherwise it will be too dangerous."

Tang Zhenglong put on a harmless expression: "Zlatan, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand."

(End of this chapter)