big mouth ball king

Chapter 803 Dutch Peter Pan

GOOOOOOOAL! ! !

GOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

"Great back-heel goal."

After Tang Zhenglong scored the goal, he was still in a daze.

"I'm in? Am I really in?"

Marcelo stepped forward and patted him.

"Okay!! Now we will humiliate our opponents."

"I didn't humiliate my opponent."

"Don't explain, you are humiliating your opponent. You can push and shoot, but you want to turn around and shoot."

"..."

"I was forced, do you believe it?"

"Hahaha."

The Bayern players gritted their teeth. Seeing Tang Zhenglong is like seeing an enemy. You can score goals on the pitch, but it would be too much to insult us.

"Tang Zhenglong, you'd better be careful."

Van der Vaart is ready to play here.

"Haha, it's finally my turn."

Pellegrini Khan died. Of course he remembered what he said just now, but...that was an angry statement. Whoever scores a goal on the football field is the boss. Tang Zhenglong suddenly turned around and shot. Damn it, but the problem is that he kicked it in.

"that……"

"Boss, needless to say, I know, I will perform well, I will play better than Tang Zhenglong."

"That...you can't appear."

Van der Vaart was taken aback.

"why?"

"Because Tang Zhenglong scored a goal."

"But he broke the rules."

"But he scored goals, I know he's a jerk, but he scores goals, football is real."

Woo woo woo.

Van der Vaart cried to death, unexpectedly, the boss is now like Tang Zhenglong, he has learned badly! !
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Bayern has no way to retreat. If Van Gaal wants to come back, he must score at least two goals, and it is only a tie in two rounds.

"The only thing to do now is to trust the willpower of the Germans."

German football has never been a soft persimmon.

Rahm got the ball on the right flank, he faked a defender out of the way, and continued down the bottom.

At this time, no one noticed that Robben had already cruised to the middle.

Just when everyone thought that Lahm would pass to Klose, he did not expect that he would suddenly pass the inverted triangle to Robben.

How strong is Robben?Needless to say, a healthy Robben is not much worse than Ronaldo.

Robben got the ball in front of the penalty area, this is Robben's zone.

Robben's zone refers to an area on the right side of the penalty area. Robben's left-footed long-range shots in this area have a very high success rate.

Robben glanced at the goal and shot with his left foot.

The ball arced and flew straight to the back corner of the goal.

When Casey saw it, he felt anxious, because last season, Robben was still a member of Real Madrid. In training, Robben could often shoot such long shots.

It's basically getting into a dead end.

Casey flew at the back post, and the ball was still a step ahead, and it went into the dead corner of the goal.

GOOOOOOAL! !
The Bernabeu was quiet and they understood why the Bayern Munich fans were ecstatic because it was an away goal that was golden in value.

Don't look at Real Madrid's lead now, but Bayern scored another goal and the situation was immediately reversed.

This is the excitement of the two rounds of the Champions League, and Pellegrini also calmed down, knowing that the situation is critical.

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"We must not let the opponent score again." Pellegrini suddenly turned on the hair dryer mode.

"Tang Zhenglong, Cristiano, score for me."

"Boss, I know you are impatient, but you can't go to the doctor in a hurry. Why did you even call Cristiano? It's OK to call me alone."

Pellegrini's face darkened.

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't wasted a chance, we would have scored two goals now. I warn you, if you shoot with your heel again, I will replace you immediately."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death. Fortunately, 20 minutes had passed and he scored a goal. Otherwise, Pellegrini could have really done it.

"Nimma, the system is all to blame."

"what?"

Tang Zhenglong found out that in the first 20 minutes, he hoped that Real Madrid had no chance to attack, but Real Madrid was strong. Now he hopes that Real Madrid is strong, but Bayern has mastered the game.

"Isn't this normal? Real Madrid are tired."

"I know, but why can't you reverse the order of the tasks?"

"That's boring."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded! !

"I'll be killed by you sooner or later, but Diego and the system are difficult to support."

"Master, don't think that I don't know what the original words are."

"..."

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"Are there any viewers who have the same thoughts as me, that is, Florentino is a fool, how strong the Robben and Sneijder he sold are, look quickly, do we need Ronaldo, do we need Tang Zhenglong? We originally had Robben."

In Real Madrid, not everyone supports Florentino, and many people hate the way he spends money.

Robben got the ball in front of the penalty area, and Casey was overwhelmed. It was as accurate as a penalty kick, and he aimed for the back post.

"Again..."

A cloud piercing arrow, but hit high.

Robben touched his bald head, a little regretful, almost.

"Guti." Pellegrini called Guti over.

"Guti, don't do the rest, just stare at Robben to death."

"Boss, are you sure?"

"Yes."

But German football is a whole, and Pellegrini soon discovered that this is actually not feasible, because Schweinsteiger, Klose, and even Gomez all have very good long-range shooting ability.

At this moment, there was a ding.

Task: Grab Robben's hair.

Reward: Influence the weather once (available in the World Cup group stage).

Penalty: Speed ​​-5.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"Didn't you agree to collect five stars? What is this?"

"Master, the collection task is random, this is a general task, I will intersperse the branch."

"Don't!!! I just want to take Li Tie to the World Cup right now, and I'm not interested in anything else."

"Master, this is beyond your control."

Looking at the task again, what does it mean to grab Robben's hair?
"System, Robben is bald."

"No, actually he still has a few hairs."

Tang Zhenglong saw it, yes, but it was almost like a kiwi.

"Damn!! You call this beautiful hair..."

"Have you ever been to school?"

"Master, it's time to test your finger strength."

"..."

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Tang Zhenglong looked at Marcelo's beard, which was almost the same size as the few hairs on Robben's head.

"Even if you have practiced one-finger meditation, you can't catch it?"

Tang Zhenglong stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

"Don, what are you doing?"

"I want to try and see if I can grab your beard."

"Get out! Don, you're getting more and more excessive. I don't have a beard. I just shaved it today."

Tang Zhenglong took a look, the only bald head in Real Madrid was the monk Pepe.

He ran over and stretched out his hand from behind, "Don't blame, don't blame, I'm just doing an experiment."

But what Tang Zhenglong didn't know was that Pepe wasn't just nicknamed monk, he had actually practiced it.

(End of this chapter)