big mouth ball king

Chapter 810 Really Mingled

"what?"

"Ask me to the stands?"

Caparros sneered, and then made a gesture of counting money.

"Please show some respect."

"It doesn't matter. After the game, you can write it into the referee's report and submit it to the Football Association. I'd like to see what you say. It has been banned long ago."

Caparros turned around and turned up to the stands.

Tang Zhenglong scored a penalty kick and the score became 1 to 1. Real Madrid was only one goal away from winning the championship, and the Bernabéu stadium became excited again.

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"I hide, I hide."

"Tang Zhenglong, do you want to prepare a mushroom for you?"

"Why do I want mushrooms?"

"Then you can play Super Mario."

……

The referee stopped the game and directly gave Tang Zhenglong a yellow card.

"You can't clip the ball, you can only jump and dodge when you are violated."

"So complicated? But it's hard to tell the difference."

"So I suggest you don't do this, otherwise I will still play my cards."

The game continued, and Athletic Bilbao was like an angry Spanish bull, kicking more and more rough.

Pellegrini protested N times, but it was useless. The other party just put on a barefoot posture that was not afraid of wearing shoes.

Pellegrini approached Tang Zhenglong, "If you encounter a flying shovel, you should keep your legs, and you can give up the ball!"

"Boss, don't deduct my salary."

"..."

"of course not."

"Then you should have said it earlier."

Pellegrini Khan, could it be that I said earlier that you are going to lie down and play football?

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Guti passed the ball to Tang Zhenglong. This was a midfield pass, but the opponent still fought hard.

If it was an ordinary ball, Tang Zhenglong would let it go, but not at this time, because Guti and Alonso have already gone up, and there is no one in the back. If the ball is lost at this time, the opponent can go straight to Huanglong.

On the court, some balls can be given away, such as on the sideline, but some balls cannot be given away, such as in front of the penalty area.

But what Tang Zhenglong encountered at this time was a ball that could not be conceded.

"How to do?"

Tang Zhenglong jumped, and in order to avoid losing the ball, he pinched the ball again.

The referee saw that it hit the muzzle of the gun.

Repeatedly taught.

Without any suspense, the referee gave Tang Zhenglong a second yellow card, two yellow cards turned into one red.

Tang Zhenglong was sent off.

There was a loud boo from the Bernabéu.

Everyone knows the ball. Tang Zhenglong did it for the team. If he concedes the ball, then Real Madrid will probably concede the ball.

Pellegrini patted Tang Zhenglong on the head.

"Boss, you don't blame me, do you?"

"Hehe, why am I blaming you? You did the right thing."

"Hehe, it's fine if you don't deduct money."

"Stinky boy."

Tang Zhenglong turned up to the stands and sat down next to Caparos, who watched in a daze.

"Damn!! You and I seem to be enemies, don't you? Are you just sitting next to me like this?"

"Don, do you want to borrow a fire?"

"What kind of fire? I don't smoke."

"Hehe, can you not sit next to me?"

"This is the venue of the Bernabéu, it's fine if I didn't drive you out."

"..."

At this time, a reporter who wanted to make trouble came.

"Two, will you fight like this?"

Tang Zhenglong and Caparros glanced at each other, and understood that something was coming.

"Joaquin, what do you think of that penalty? Do you think it doesn't exist at all?"

"Ha ha."

Tang Zhenglong stood up and blocked the reporters behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "I want to make sure I beat you later, the camera won't be able to capture it."

"hit me?"

I saw Caparros and Tang Zhenglong punching three times to the left and three times to the right.

"You hit the reporter, you are dead!!!"

"Really? Who saw it?"

The reporter pointed to the fans behind.

"Is the Bernabéu dead?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "Did you see anything just now?"

"no!"

The reporter was dumbfounded. Of course, the Bernabéu people helped Tang Zhenglong.

"Caparos, you are from Athletic Bilbao, you should also help Tang Zhenglong?"

Caparros shook his fist.

"I wanted to help you too, but I hit you too."

"It's okay, I won't sue you, I will sue Tang Zhenglong alone."

"Hehe, I don't believe you, Tang Zhenglong is an asshole, but you reporters are even worse."

"..."

The reporter picked up the notebook, "Wait, you are dead."

Tang Zhenglong put his hands on his hips, "I used to say this in elementary school, but now I know it's called talking. When you come to the Bernabéu in the future, I will hit you every time I see you."

"Haha, cool, I've long since disliked these reporters. They're useless except writing nonsense."

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong felt that he and Caparos did not know each other.

"Master, this idiom doesn't seem to be used in this way, does it?"

"is it?"

"Yeah, you guys are hitting a third party."

"..."

"Never mind him!! Just hit him."

Caparros patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "I didn't expect you to be quite interesting."

"You too, the old fist is so fierce."

"Hehe, whoever dares to provoke me will give me a punch."

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The field was very stalemate, Real Madrid lost one player, Bilbao stuck in the iron barrel, and just didn't attack.

Ronaldo took the ball and passed it to Benzema. The power was a little lighter, but Benzema didn't receive it.

Oops!

Bilbao's counterattack.

No. 10 Francisco Yeste took the ball, and Bilbao quickly advanced to the frontcourt.

Llorente was stuck in the penalty area. No. 10 was about to pass the ball. When he looked up, he found that Cassie's position seemed to be a little bit forward.

The idea of ​​a lob came to his mind.

The lob shot is a very bold idea, like a gamble, if it can be done, it can be called a masterpiece.

Cassie was halfway through the attack and found something was wrong. The ball was not aimed at Llorente, but the goal. When he turned around and chased, it was too late.

The ball flew into the goal like a shooting star.

GOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Pellegrini couldn't help shaking his head, "It's really hard to win the La Liga championship!!"

The score of 1 to 2 is a bit dazzling.

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At the Pizjuan Stadium, the game between Barcelona and Sevilla is in full swing.

There was news that Real Madrid was behind, but Guardiola couldn't be happy, because Sevilla here is also a hard bone, and the score is 2 to 2. If it ends with this score, even if Real Madrid loses, it will be difficult for Barcelona to come back in the last round.

"Come on, kids."

Guardiola touched his bald head, he was expecting a miracle.

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"Joaquin, do you feel that without me, Real Madrid is basically worthless?"

Kaparos Khan.

"You have such a big face."

"I heard that you and Florentino's granddaughter..." Caparros smiled lewdly.

"That's right, Real Madrid will be mine in the future, hahaha."

"I wish you to bring down Real Madrid as soon as possible."

"Fuck you, I will make Real Madrid the greatest club in the world, not just in football."

(End of this chapter)