big mouth ball king

Chapter 835 Teammate's wife, what the hell

"what!!!!!!"

"Old man, why are you crying? Are you dissatisfied with our TV?"

"What's the matter with you, old man?"

"Tell me, if you are not satisfied with our TV, then I will buy you a new one, 55-inch LED TV, okay?"

"No, wife, I'm too excited."

Qatar's black 3 minutes, the 1997 Golden State tragedy, and 2002 abused by Brazil in 4.

"The national football in my memory is all black history, but now we have scored goals."

"Tang Zhenglong scored a goal."

"Enter!!!"

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GOOOOOOOOOOAL.

At this time Xuan also went crazy.

If possible, he would like to jump off the commentary booth and hug Tang Zhenglong.

"This is the first goal of the Chinese team in the World Cup, and Tang Zhenglong will be recorded in history."

"I'm so emotional and I hope the fans understand my emotions."

"Of course if the Chinese team scores again, I will be even more excited."

*****
"Let go of me now."

Tang Zhenglong was pressed by his teammates for 1 minute, feeling uncomfortable.

"let me go."

"Let go, this is our baby dragon."

"Longlong, your goal is so beautiful."

"Hahaha, of course, the first goal of the World Cup."

Tang Zhenglong looked very proud, but even if he walked sideways at this time, no one would object.

Zhu Guanghu also hugged Tang Zhenglong, and then patted the team members.

"Now we are in the lead, it is the Huashan road, stick to it!!"

"Like Italy."

"understood!!"

******
Dunga was furious.

"Marcelo, you really are with Tang Zhenglong."

Marcelo's face was dark, he was bullied by Tang Zhenglong, but that can't be said.

"Boss, I am innocent."

"Innocent? The ball was obviously stuck, how did Tang Zhenglong overtake?"

"..."

"Did you have any reason to fall into Tang Zhenglong's hands?"

"..."

Dunga's mouth was crooked.

"Don't say it?"

"Ok."

Dunga gestures to the substitutes.

This is a replacement.

Not only that, Dunga also called the players over.

"Look, this is the traitor of the Brazilian team."

traitor! !
Marcelo saw that the matter was serious. He would rather choose to be beaten by Kaka than to be a traitor.

"Boss, I have something in Tang Zhenglong's hands."

"I'll give you one last chance, you still have time to say it."

Marcelo lowered his head and said everything.

"Caroline?"

"Hahaha."

Teammates burst out laughing.

Kaka's face darkened.

Marcelo was embarrassed.

"I can't control my dreams either."

"Hahaha, so you are so wretched, and you look so honest."

Unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong suddenly appeared out of nowhere at this time.

"Hehe, stop pretending to be X, I bet you all fantasized about Caroline?"

Tang Zhenglong pointed to Dun Jia, "Including you."

"roll!!"

The Brazilian players were furious.

But after Tang Zhenglong ran away, the Brazilian players suddenly felt guilty.

because……

Tang Zhenglong is right.

Kaka also knows who these teammates are, they are just fantasies, besides, who is not dirty in a man's mind.

Kaka patted Marcelo, "What you dream is your freedom, it has nothing to do with me, don't be distracted by it, Tang Zhenglong's purpose is to influence you."

Marcelo was so touched, I didn't expect Kaka to be so generous.

After Kaka left, Marcelo pointed to everyone, "It turns out that you are the same as me."

"..."

"Bah! Your character is not as good as Tang Zhenglong!!"

******
After scoring.Tang Zhenglong stopped staying in the frontcourt, but went back to defend Kaka.

"Kaka, I didn't expect you to be so generous. To be honest, I also fantasized about your wife."

"Hehe, whatever you want, I don't care about your dreams."

"Fuck, gentleman, you must transfer to Real Madrid and be friends with me."

"Suddenly I don't want to move to Real Madrid."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"because I?"

Kaka nodded with a smile.

Midfielder Elano pushes the ball over and Kaka takes it.

Kaka's speed is very fast, and his ability to combine man and ball is super.

Zhu Guanghu frowned.

Tang Zhenglong's speed is very fast, but his defensive skills are really bad, basically he won't get stuck.

Kaka passed Tang Zhenglong, Li Tie immediately followed and squeezed Kaka out.

Kaka didn't get a chance to pass the ball directly, so he could only take the ball back. This attack opportunity was missed.

Dun Jia saw that the bastard Tang Zhenglong had gone back to defend Kaka.

Do not!
Not defensive.

Pure harassment.

Dunga calls Marcelo.

"Go and chat with Tang Zhenglong."

"..."

"Boss, didn't you forbid me to chat with Tang Zhenglong?"

"I've changed my mind, I ask you to chat with Tang Zhenglong now."

Marcelo was dumbfounded.

"go!!"

"Oh!"

*****
"Tang, where are we going to eat after the game? I'll treat you."

"Hehe, you can talk to me now? Did your coach ask you to come here?"

Marcelo Khan died.

He is a little transparent in front of Tang Zhenglong, and basically has nothing to hide.

"You know, you still ask?"

"Hehe, your Brazilian team is too wretched."

"you……"

"Are you qualified to call others obscene?"

"Yes, I have."

"I don't believe you never fantasize about your teammates' wives?"

"Hahaha, our Real Madrid, Guti, and Cassie's wives are all middle-aged women. Cristiano's wife is a mystery, I have never seen it, and then there is a single dog like you, who should I fantasize about?"

……

"Actually, Guti's wife is not bad."

"Curly hair, you have a strong taste."

Marcelo Khan died knowing he had said the wrong thing again.

Tang Zhenglong harassed Kaka from time to time, and the Brazilian core could not fully fire, which had a great impact on the Brazilian team's offense.

"Kaka, ignore the existence of that Chinese."

"But his Spanish is so good that I can understand it."

Dunga was dumbfounded, this shit is still a multilingual talent.

But after all, Kaka is the best player in the world in this era. He calmed down and sent an overhead pass.

The Chinese team's defense did not hit the ball.

The ball went to Fabiano's feet.

Single chance.

Fabiano confronted Zeng Cheng.

shoot! !
At this moment, the stadium seemed to be quiet.

ball……

Was thrown out.

Zeng Cheng saved Fabiano's push with his fingertips.

*******
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

In front of the TV, Romario squeezed the beer can in his hand.

"Damn it, is Brazil's striker reduced to this level now?"

"If I was there, it would definitely be scored."

In fact, many Brazilians think so.

In the past, the Brazilian team's strikers were super strong, and they were all at the level of the World Footballer. Let's look at the present.

*******
The camera was fixed on Fabiano's face for a long time, he missed the single-handedly, and the background was the Chinese team players carnival.

Will this be Brazil's Waterloo?
(End of this chapter)