big mouth ball king

Chapter 834

"Haha, Curly, thank me soon."

Marcelo glanced at Tang Zhenglong and remained silent.

"Depend on."

Then Marcelo handed over a piece of paper.

"Boss doesn't allow me to talk to you, we don't know each other now, okay?"

"not good!!!"

"Can you play without me? Ingratitude."

But Marcelo never spoke, and finally got the chance to play, how could he give up.

******
The ball was passed around the midfield, and the Brazilian team began to relax.

It seems impossible for the Chinese team to have any counterattack ability at all.

At this time, Li Tie discovered this. Veteran players are veteran players, and their ability to read the game is relatively strong.

Li Tie found that Brazil's Melo likes to dribble after taking the ball.

This is a very bad habit. It may not matter against the Chinese team, but if it is against a strong team, then it is fatal.

After the midfielder lost the ball and was hit back, his teammates couldn't go back at all.

Li Tie has been staring at Melo from the beginning, but the Brazilian team was more cautious at that time, but now, they have completely looked down on the Chinese team.

Melo is like training, and he doesn't look at people when he has the ball.

"There is a play."

Like a frog boiled in warm water, Li Tie slowly approached Melo.

In fact, the Brazilian team also has a sensible person. Midfielder Elano reminded Melo that he should be careful.

But Melo just chuckled, "The opponent is 10-0-0, why should I be cautious? Could the ball run away by itself?"

Elano felt that Melo was quite an idiot, but they were all teammates, and it was not good to have an open conflict, so he had to endure it.

Midfield passes the ball, Melo gets the ball with his back, he is ready to turn around easily, and then organize the attack, but this time he is stupid.

The moment he turned around, Li Tie appeared in front of him.

"..."

"Why is there someone here? And a player from the Chinese team?"

Li Tie grinned, and broke the ball very rudely.

Then he made a long pass to find Tang Zhenglong in front.

"Hahaha, the opportunity finally came."

Tang Zhenglong ran forward quickly, but soon met the person who knew him best - Marcelo.

Marcelo gets stuck in position exactly.

"Oops!"

"Training together every day, Curly is the one who knows my running position best."

"Curly, don't get stuck in my position, okay? It's hard for me to get the ball once, and it's not easy for me to enter the national team."

Marcelo ignored.

Tang Zhenglong chugs to the left and rushes to the right.

It didn't pass.

The ball went out of the sideline, and the audience burst into applause, which must have been the applause from the Brazilian fans.

Dunga gave Marcelo a thumbs up.

Marcelo held his head high.

Tang Zhenglong's face was dark.

"Inhumane!!"

"I'm so sorry, if I knew this earlier, if I killed you, I wouldn't help you play."

*****
"Tang Zhenglong seems to be frozen by Marcelo. For the Chinese team, this is not good news." Duan Xuan said.

The Chinese team is not completely without opportunities, but basically kicks directly to Tang Zhenglong with a big kick.

If Tang Zhenglong misfires, then the Chinese team's offense is really no threat.

For the Brazilian team, everyone regards Marcelo as a treasure.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have made you the starter."

"Hahaha, I have a lot of experience in dealing with Tang Zhenglong. After all, we usually train together."

"The coach is afraid that you will betray the team."

"How is it possible? I'm from Brazil. Although Tang is my good friend, such a little personal friendship doesn't matter in front of national interests!"

When Tang Zhenglong heard this, his eyes were really angry.

"Curly hair, if you are the first grader, don't blame me for the fifteenth grade."

A smile appeared on the corner of Tang Zhenglong's mouth.

"Curly hair."

……

"Curly hair."

……

"Ha ha!!"

"Playing dead, right? Do you want me to publicize your scandal?"

As soon as the words came out, Marcelo was stunned.

The thing is like this, in Real Madrid's away games, Marcelo always shared a room with Tang Zhenglong. Once Marcelo "had a dream without a trace" and shouted in his dream-Caroline Celico.

Caroline.

Caroline.

Tang Zhenglong thought the name was very familiar, so he searched the Internet, but he didn't expect to be surprised.

Caroline is Kaka's wife, a Brazilian socialite, and the dream lover of countless men.

Originally, this was normal, who didn't fight for [-] rounds in the young man's dream, but... a teammate's wife?

Tang Zhenglong remembered that the so-called "friends' wives incident" happened in the England team. Could it be that the Brazil team will also do it?
"Tang Zhenglong, don't talk nonsense!!"

"Damn, so you can talk!!"

"If Kaka knows, what do you think will happen?"

Marcelo's face darkened.

"What do you want?"

"Put the water on."

"impossible."

Tang Zhenglong's eyes widened.

"Don, think about it, if I release the water, then FIFA will not let me go, this is match-fixing."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, yes!

"Don, you can go to Alves' side."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head.

"People in our team can't come up, I can only kick the right side, and the left side has to cut inside to shoot, but the problem is that there is no support in the middle."

"Then I have no choice."

"How about you switch to the right?"

Marcelo shook his head, "Don, I'm sorry, this is the World Cup."

Marcelo ran away, Tang Zhenglong looked at Marcelo's back and said with a smile: "How about the World Cup?"

******
"The opportunity of the Chinese team, Zheng Zhichang pass."

The ball reached the front court and bounced a bit, Tang Zhenglong and Marcelo were chasing.

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong shouted—"Caroline."

Marcelo felt like he had been punched.

"Don, you bastard!!"

"Curly hair, you are shameless, that is your teammate's wife!!"

After such a hesitation, Tang Zhenglong passed by.

"Nima!!"

"Thanks, Curly."

Tang Zhenglong ran forward with the ball like the wind.

The scene began to be restless, but this time it was the fans of the Chinese team.

"Entered the restricted area."

"Will the Chinese team's first World Cup goal be born?"

Marcelo ran forward quickly.

He knew that Tang Zhenglong basically had no hesitation in shooting from the right side of the penalty area, and it was very accurate.

"Block him first!!!"

That was the only thought on Marcelo's mind.

The moment Tang Zhenglong kicked, Marcelo's tackle also arrived, but unexpectedly... Tang Zhenglong feinted.

"Curly hair, you know me, and I know you too."

Woo woo woo.

But Marcelo has already slid out, the tackle is a one-shot deal, and there is nothing to do if you don't get the tackle.

After throwing away Marcelo, Tang Zhenglong kicked and shot.

The ball flew straight into the goal, and Cesar was dumbfounded.

GOOOOOOOOAL! !
Tang Zhenglong rushed to the sidelines.

crazy.

crazy.

The fans are crazy, the players are crazy, the coaching staff is crazy.

This is the first World Cup goal in the history of the Chinese team.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL!

Tang Zhenglong made a beautiful sliding tackle on the lawn, and then was obliterated by his teammates.

Duan Xuan cried.

"I have been waiting for decades for the first goal of the World Cup!"

(End of this chapter)