big mouth ball king

Chapter 823
Busquets, the Chinese call Professor Bu, he is very talented in flopping.

In addition, Busquets' skills are of course top-notch.

But all this is being challenged by one person.

Busquets looked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Why is this guy's performance so natural?"

"Tang, what kind of books do you usually read?"

"The Actor's Self-Training by Stannis."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong reckoned that this old Spanish hat had never seen Master Xing's "The King of Comedy", so he started to talk about the plot.

"An uncle in the crew told me that an actor without acting skills couldn't even get a lunch box."

"..."

"That uncle was holding a kitchen knife, it was so ruthless, I reached for the lunch box, guess what?"

"..."

"Tang, do you think the Spaniards are stupid? This is a scene from a Stephen Chow movie. Spain also has Chinese movies, okay?"

"..."

This time it was Tang Zhenglong's turn to be embarrassed.

"Have you seen Chinese movies?"

"China's influence is so great now, I don't think it's possible to ignore it."

"That's right too!!"

"Well, we are professional players, we should maintain the dignity of professional players, can we agree that we don't have to perform to deceive the referee in this game."

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback, "You think I'm three years old!!"

"Sergio, you are the best actor in Spain. Everyone knows that you love acting, but I don't know how to do it."

"I, Tang Zhenglong, are very simple. I never perform. I am Ding Mao or Mao. I must have been shoveled when I rolled on the ground."

Busquets was shocked.

Tang Zhenglong patted Busquets on the shoulder lightly, "I advise you, don't do evil things, and be upright."

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Higuain competes with his opponent for a header.

When the ball reached the no-care area, Tang Zhenglong and Busquets grabbed the ball.

After checking his eyes, Tang Zhenglong knew that Busquets was going to pretend to be X, and Busquets also knew that Tang Zhenglong was going to pretend.

"what!!!"

"Nima!!!"

Busquets had calculated everything, but Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground first.

What should I do then?Get down now too.

The referee was dumbfounded, are these two Qigong masters?There are tens of centimeters between them, okay?

The referee put on an expression like I'm watching you play.

Look at Tang Zhenglong first, there is a trace of sadness in the heart-piercing.

Looking at Busquets again, the layering of the performance is a little bit less interesting.

Referee participated in a repertory theater group when he was in college.

It's obvious that Tang Zhenglong's skills are superior here.

"Stop acting, Tang Zhenglong wins."

……

……

The two stayed dumb at the same time.

"This is the final of the Champions League. If I send you both off, it's not good. Get up in a second."

Tang Zhenglong got up with a whoosh.

"Referee, you are right. This is the Champions League final. Although my leg hurts, I have to grit my teeth."

Busquets got up, this time he lost badly, Professor Bu will stop barking in the future, he can't afford to lose this man.

The referee patted Tang Zhenglong, "Are you interested in joining the amateur drama troupe?"

"..."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just acting in a drama or something, just for fun."

"That depends on what role to play."

The referee laughed and said, "I think it's very suitable for you to play a hooligan who collects protection fees."

puff.

Busquets laughed again and fell to the ground.

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Messi.

Messi.

Messi is like a horse on the pampas grassland, unstoppable in front of the penalty area.

Before reaching the penalty area, Ramos shoveled. At this time, Messi had two options. One was to continue to break through, but the ball was likely to be intercepted.

The other is a cross to Iniesta.

Messi glanced at his teammates and chose to pass the ball.

Ramos yelled, "Center."

Pepe made it up.

The trend of defense has gradually formed.

At this time, if Iniesta stops the ball, then the chance left for him to shoot is zero.

This is like Zidane's Flying Immortal, if Qi Zu stopped the ball and shot again, he would have no chance.

At this point the situation is more or less the same.

Iniesta knew it very well, so he flicked with the outside of his foot.

The shooting action was as flamboyant as Quaresma's outer instep, the ball drew an arc, Cassie fell to the limit, rubbed the ball with his fingertips, but did not change the course of the ball.

The ball flies into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! ! ! !

Iniesta rushed to the sidelines, took off his jersey to celebrate, just like he did when he lore Chelsea.

"Is the Stamford Bridge miracle going to repeat itself?"

The commentary is also very exciting.

Iniesta's goal not only helped Barcelona overtake, but more importantly, Xiaobai is also Barcelona's blessing. He basically won all the games he scored.

Guardiola jumped up.

At 77 minutes, Barcelona overtook again, and there was really not much time left for Real Madrid.

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In the VIP box, Platini laughed, "Daughter, your boyfriend lost. He should not be in the mood to take you into the stadium. I told you earlier, I will let you seduce Messi."

Marlene's face darkened.

"The game is not over yet!!"

"I don't think Real Madrid can pull it back."

"Dad, are you as accurate as Bailey?"

"..."

This is true, Platini is also famous for his crow's mouth, so now that the French team is playing, reporters dare not ask him, lest the French team be unlucky.

"Uncle Infantino, what do you think?"

"I'd better not get involved in the war between your father and daughter."

"Slippery." Platini laughed.

"The job of the CEO of UEFA is to be a slippery head, otherwise how can we deal with those giants."

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Portugal, home of Mourinho.

"Dad, Barcelona scored a goal."

Mourinho is holding a lemon and is squeezing lemon juice into the wine.

"Barcelona scored, why are you so happy?"

"Because Real Madrid are going to lose."

Mourinho chuckled, "You hate Real Madrid so much?"

"No, I think Real Madrid's tenth Champions League was brought about by you."

That's what it meant.

"Just wait and see, the game is not over yet, football is like life, unexpected, you are still young."

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"Is there any hope for Brother Long?" Han Peng looked at the time, only 5 minutes left, and the tension at the scene was enough to kill.

"I hope Tang Zhenglong can create a miracle."

On the court, Real Madrid's offense is difficult, and Barcelona has already set up an iron barrel formation.

The possession of the ball in the frontcourt is also mainly to kill time.

A Barcelona that doesn't attack and only has the ball seems invincible.

"I can't get the ball."

Pellegrini was helpless. Now it's not whether he has a chance to score, but he can't even grab the ball.

Guardiola smiled.

"I love handling the ball so much, hahaha."

At this time the ball reached Busquets' feet, Tang Zhenglong rushed over, and then...

He hit the street.

"Damn!! This time the difference is still 1 meter, whose IQ are you insulting?"

Busquets is ready to raise his hand to complain.

(End of this chapter)