big mouth ball king

Chapter 804 Bald Hair

"what!!!"

Pepe looked at his hands.

"Did I smoke Tang Zhenglong?"

"Why are you smoking me?"

"I practiced Brazilian jiu-jitsu. If someone approached me from behind, I would instinctively fight back."

"..."

"Don, you should be glad this is on the court, otherwise I would use ten times as much force, and your nose should be useless."

"..."

Peipei reached out to help Tang Zhenglong get up.

"Why are you touching my head?"

"No, it's actually like this."

Tang Zhenglong explained, and Peipei froze.

"..."

"Grab Robben by the hair?"

"Don, are you out of your mind?"

"Of course not, I made a bet with Cristiano."

Pepe Khan died, "Isn't it good for you to bet on something else? Why are you betting on this? Do you have any malice against the bald man?"

"Can you help me anyway? Let me try to grab your hair."

Pepe raised a big fist.

"Don, I don't want to hit you, but sometimes I can't control my hands, so..."

Tang Zhenglong ran away immediately.

*****
"Brother Li Tie, you have to thank me very much, for me to take you to the World Cup, it's easy for me!"

Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong saw Pellegrini reprimanding Guti.

"What's the matter with you? Is Robben really that strong? Is it difficult for you to block his shot?"

Guti was taken aback for a while, Robben is indeed very demon.

But players can't talk back on the court. You can do whatever the head coach asks you to do. At this time, the head coach is the absolute authority.

"That...boss."

Pellegrini saw that it was Tang Zhenglong.

"What are you doing here?"

"Boss, can you let me defend Robben?"

"you?"

"Yes." Tang Zhenglong smiled like a flower.

"Why? Is Robben your relative?"

puff.

Guti laughed and said, "Don, is your father Dutch?"

"Pooh!!"

Tang Zhenglong sweated: "The World Cup is coming soon, I want to hone my defensive ability. After all, the Chinese team is not a strong team. I can't be as leisurely as I was in Real Madrid."

Pellegrini nodded.

"Well, you and Guti defend Robben together."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "It's not necessary, I'm fine by myself."

"..."

Guti rolled his eyes inwardly.

"Egocentric!!"

Pellegrini patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder.

"Well, I believe you, but if Robben scores again."

"You replace me immediately." Tang Zhenglong replied quickly.

******
Robben.

Robben.

"Is he trying to slap Real Madrid in the face? I don't know if Florentino's face hurts now."

At this moment, the windy Robben caught up with a person.

"Tang Zhenglong!!"

"Why did he come back to defend?"

But think about it, the commentator thinks he understands that Tang Zhenglong is the only one who can catch up with Robben.

"Leave the ball to me."

Robben was taken aback, why is it German?
He panicked before realizing that it was Tang Zhenglong.

But in an instant, after such a pause, Tang Zhenglong caught up.

"hey-hey."

Robben said angrily, "Do you play football with your mouth?"

"Take care of me!! I'm a language genius, I can speak Chinese, English, German, Spanish, and I can speak Cantonese."

"Do you know Cantonese but don't know how to say it?"

"Hen!!"

"..."

Robben Khan is dead, what the hell is this guy talking about?
But Tang Zhenglong is much more difficult than Guti, at least Guti can't speak German.

Pellegrini smiled.

If I knew it would be like this, I would have sent Tang Zhenglong to defend Robben, even if I was annoyed, I would be annoyed to death.

"Hahaha."

At this time, Pellegrini felt the chill behind him, and turned his head to see that it was Van Gaal staring at him.

"Are you still a professional coach? Let Tang Zhenglong harass my players!"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is a normal defense. If you are not satisfied, then go to the referee."

"Damn!! You have been in contact with Tang Zhenglong a lot, and now your skin is as thick as him."

Pellegrini was upset.

"Don't talk about Tang Zhenglong. I have the final say on Tang Zhenglong's business."

"Really? I doubt it."

"It doesn't matter, do I have to explain to you?"

******
"I admire Tang Zhenglong again. He still has a dark face. Is he still dissatisfied with his defense? He defended Robben quite successfully."

Tang Zhenglong felt bitter, the task was not to let him defend Robben, but to grab Robben's hair.

"Woooooo."

Fa Hai's hair turned out not to be a meme, but real.

Seizing an opportunity, Tang Zhenglong flicked Robben's head, but nothing happened.

"Why are you touching my head?"

"It's nothing, I just think your hairstyle is quite special, where did you do it? Can you recommend the hairstylist to me?"

"..."

"My wife shaved it for me, just push it all off with a Philips shaver."

"..."

"It's so cheap."

Robben said angrily: "Tang Zhenglong! Can you stop disgusting me?"

"..."

*****
In the first 20 minutes, Real Madrid played against Bayern. They didn't expect Van Gaal to be such a thief.

Van Gaal showed a smug smile, how could the Chileans compare with us in the Netherlands!

Schweinsteiger made a long pass, and Ribery and Arbeloa fought for the spot. In the end, Ribery was a little faster and passed first.

Oops! !
Pellegrini saw that his right was empty.

Arbeloa didn't care about what was behind him at all, his pounce was too fierce.

Ribery's speed is so fast that he cuts directly into the penalty area.

Ramos is desperate.

Ribery didn't want to fight Ramos recklessly, when Robben raised his hand on the other side to ask for the ball.

pass the ball! !
This is Ribery's best choice. With a flat push, Robben has a tendency to face the goal.

Casey had already surrendered, unless Robben kicked the ball away by himself, at this moment, a miracle happened and Robben fell down.

"What's going on??" Van Gaal was stunned.

Even if he went up to kick the ball himself, there would be no problem.

Robben got up from the lawn with a bang, and then rushed to the referee.

"Referee, it's him! It's him!"

"What... what is he doing?"

"He pulled my hair."

The referee looked at Tang Zhenglong, then at Robben, and suddenly there was a pop.

Robben's face was black, "I know it's a bit ridiculous to say this, but it's true, he really pulled my hair."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "You may have some hallucinations, you are bald."

"..."

"Referee, try it."

The referee was embarrassed to reach out.

Robben pointed to his head, "Referee, come on, to prove what I said is true."

The referee stretched out his hand and tried it. It was indeed not bald, but he couldn't hold it.

"It's impossible to catch!!"

"But...it was him who pulled my hair, and I fell down, or I would have scored a goal."

(End of this chapter)