big mouth ball king

Chapter 832

Johannesburg, Ellis Park Stadium.

In this World Cup, Johannesburg has two stadiums, and there is a bigger stadium - Soccer City Stadium, which is the stadium where the opening ceremony was held.

Ellis Park Stadium will soon host the first match of the group stage between the Chinese team and the Brazilian team.

June 6th is the first match, and on June 15th, players from the Chinese team and the Brazilian team will step on the field. This is the only chance to adapt to the field before the game.

The bus drove into the stadium, and many fans gathered outside the stadium, including Brazilian fans, but more Chinese fans.

"There are so many Chinese in Johannesburg, and national flags are everywhere." Han Peng laughed.

"Hehe, it's normal. Where are there no Chinese in the world?"

Walking into the stadium, Brazilian players came face to face.

"Don."

"Curly hair."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two embraced together, happily like a 200-pound child.

The Brazilian players and Tang Zhenglong also know each other, so they are not friends, but they also greet each other.

"Don, I read the news. You threw 100 million euros into the water. You are so courageous."

"..."

Poke my heart.

"Hehe, stop talking nonsense. I have confidence in the Chinese team. If you have the ability, you can also vote 100 million for the Chinese team to win."

Marcelo shook his head, "I wouldn't throw money in the water."

"Okay, I'm going to step on the field, I will abuse you tomorrow."

Marcelo Khan.

"what happened?"

It turned out that Dunga chose the left-back Bastos who played for Lyon in the first game instead of Marcelo.

"I played as a substitute in the first game."

"why?"

"Boss said I know you too well."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"Bastos is an ass, can he compare with you?"

Bastos was on the side and could hear clearly.

"Hey, I'm standing right here."

"I never talk about people behind their backs, you are the best."

puff! !

Tang Zhenglong pulled Marcelo aside.

"Do you want to appear?"

"Of course I want to, but the boss has already confirmed the list."

"Hehe, be ready to substitute at any time, you can play within 10 minutes of the first half."

"..."

"I see, you are going to get a red card and kick Bastos down."

"..."

"Fuck you!! You're the one who got the red card."

"That is?"

"I can shake him unconscious, kill him."

Ha ha.

Marcelo laughed dryly.

"Don, Bastos is also a top player, do you think he is a rookie?"

Tang Zhenglong patted Marcelo on the shoulder, "Don't worry about it, anyway, get ready to play and warm up."

Marcelo was stunned for a while, but Tang Zhenglong occasionally made unexpected moves, so he believed it.

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Woo woo woo.

"what happened?"

Han Peng's fake cry is quite funny.

"I just heard that I will not start tomorrow, but Qu Bo and Gao Lin will start."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, one high and one fast, it's very suitable.

"It's quite suitable. Qu Bo has speed, and Gao Lin can fight against it."

"..."

"Brother Long...I'm obviously better than Gao Lin."

"is it?"

Han Peng stared wide-eyed, "Brother Long, do you never watch Deyi?"

"Yeah, what am I doing in Germany?"

Han Penghan died.

Tang Zhenglong comforted: "Han Peng, think about it this way. The first match against Brazil is actually a war of attrition. We must stick to it. Gao Lin is the same as you. Anyway, you are playing in your own half. You will definitely play in the second half."

Han Peng thought about it, yes.

"Tomorrow, anyway, we will definitely be in a 901 formation, with 9 people in the back defending and 1 person in front."

"Brother Long is mighty!!"

"Hahaha, there's no way, those who can do more work!!"

At the door, Zhu Guanghu's right hand stayed ten centimeters away from the door. He was going to knock on the door to talk to Tang Zhenglong, but when he heard Tang Zhenglong bragging with Han Peng, it was outrageous.

"These two guys should really talk about cross talk."

At this time, Gao Lin passed by and called out Director Zhu.

Just listen to the silence inside.

Then the conversation changed.

"Han Peng, do you know why the Chinese team can enter the World Cup?"

"why?"

"Thanks to the wise and martial arts directed by Zhu."

puff.

"So this is ah."

"Is Director Zhu better than Milu?"

"Who is Milu? I don't know him, I only know Director Zhu."

After listening for a minute, Zhu Guanghu felt a little nauseated.

"Now I finally know why everyone loves Tang Zhenglong. This guy is so good at talking, but why do I feel nauseous?"

"Slip, slip, I can't listen anymore, the sugar-coated shells are too scary."

Han Peng whispered, "Brother Long, it seems he's leaving."

"You go and see."

Han Peng went to have a look.

"gone."

"It's finally gone, this ass makes me sick."

"Ha ha."

"Okay, I'm going to bed, and I have to prepare for tomorrow's game."

"Contest?"

As soon as the game was mentioned, Han Peng became unhappy again, Tang Zhenglong pretended he hadn't seen it, and fell asleep.

******
johannesburg.

Planes circled the sky.

South African officials dispatched police cars to ensure the safety of the team bus.

The police car escorted the Chinese team bus, starting from the hotel and all the way to the stadium.

Fans were kept out of the cordon, but the players waved out through the glass of the bus.

"Suddenly I'm so excited, it's like the feeling of a samurai going to war."

"Haha, so football is a war in a peaceful era. So many players risk their lives and want to participate in a World Cup."

Zhu Guanghu said with a smile: "All of you, don't be so excited, save your passion on the court."

"That's right, I want to vent my passion on my opponent." After Gao Lin finished speaking, he felt weird.

Get off the bus.

The camera focuses on the Chinese players.

The camera scanned the Chinese players one by one, and finally locked on Tang Zhenglong.

Channel [-] is broadcasting the World Cup matches live.

Duan Xuan excitedly said: "Tang Zhenglong, whether the Chinese team can score or not depends on Tang Zhenglong's performance."

"He was the top scorer in the Champions League and La Liga last season. I hope the Chinese team's first World Cup goal will come sooner."

Tang Zhenglong made a comparison to the camera.

Walking into the locker room, the atmosphere was a little tense.

The players didn't say anything, but they were all nervous. It was the first time for many of them to come to the big stage of the World Cup. Although it was the second time for Li Tie, he was equally nervous.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Tang Zhenglong started acting as a demon.

"Oops!!"

Everyone was stunned.

"What's wrong? Xiaolonglong."

Tang Zhenglong took out his mobile phone.

"I'm going to invest another 100 million and buy the Chinese team to win."

……

……

Everyone sweated to death.

Han Peng said timidly: "Brother Long, stop pretending, everyone knows."

"..."

"you said?"

"There is also no signal in the locker room."

puff.

After a brief silence, bursts of laughter rang out.

"Hahaha."

"Xiaolonglong, you are so funny. Han Peng told us that you cried miserably."

"Nonsense, if you lose today, I can't spare you!!"

(End of this chapter)