big mouth ball king

Chapter 838 Defense must be thick-skinned

"Han Peng?"

"why?"

"As far as I know, Han Peng has a great advantage."

"what?"

"No skin and no face."

DUANG.

Li Tie, Zhu Guanghu, and Zhao Xuri were dumbfounded.

"This is... an advantage?"

"If it's normal, it's certainly not an advantage, but in this occasion, it's a good thing to be skinny and shameless."

Zhu Guanghu thought about it, and it was true!

"Han Peng, come here."

"I'm here! Boss, is it time for me to play?"

"Well, Tang Zhenglong recommended you."

"Brother Long is mighty."

"Want to know how Tang Zhenglong recommended you?"

Han Peng put on an expression that I really want to know.

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"That's right, Han Peng, I said you have a strong psychological quality."

puff.

chameleon! !

"Tang Zhenglong said you have no skin or face." Zhao Xuri laughed.

"..."

"Skinless and shameless is vernacular, and classical Chinese means strong psychological quality."

puff.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care, as long as I can play."

……

Sure enough, he was shameless, so Zhao Xuri stopped fighting and returned to the bench.

Zhu Guanghu patted Han Peng, "You go up and defend well, just like you did in the Bundesliga."

……

"Boss, I play in the Bundesliga, and I can only play in the Bundesliga next season."

……

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you go up and watch Kaka for me."

"Ok."

*******
In the 80th minute of the game, Dunga finally decided to make a substitution. Babutista and Robinho came on, replacing Fabiano and Elano.

This is about to attack.

The Chinese team also withdrew all of them.

Robinho.

Cycling boy.

The cycling is amazing, and in a football kingdom like Brazil, Robinho can be regarded as a top-notch technique.

Facing Han Peng, Robinho stepped on his bicycle three times, and Han Peng almost fainted.

"No, I'm dizzy."

"Brother Long, I'm dizzy."

"Dizziness?"

"That guy pedals too fast."

Robinho was in Brazil and could knock his opponents out, let alone Han Peng.

Tang Zhenglong patted Han Peng.

"It's okay, I'll teach you a trick."

"what?"

"Close your eyes."

"..."

"Then how do you defend?"

"Listen with your ears."

Although Han Peng is two, he has not reached this level.

"Brother Long, I'm rather stupid, can you demonstrate it to me?"

"no problem."

Facing Tang Zhenglong, Robinho was still very confident. With his skills, the success rate of one-on-one was basically 100%.

Cycling.

Tang Zhenglong closed his eyes.

Robinho took a look, what kind of move is this?
"Since you've closed your eyes, why should I still ride a bicycle? Why don't you just go there?"

Robinho broke through with the ball. At this moment, Tang Zhenglong made a sudden kick and broke the ball.

"Nima!!"

Tang Zhenglong chuckled in his heart, "Don't you know there is a trick called peeping?"

"Wow! Brother Long, how did you do it?"

"Don peeked." Robinho said disdainfully.

"What did he say?"

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "He expressed his admiration for me like a surging river."

"..."

"Brother Long, how did you do it?"

"That's the feel of the ball."

"The legendary sense of the ball?"

"That's right, Superstar BUFF."

"sharp!!"

"Okay, stop chatting with me, go defend, the critical moment is here."

********
"Dunga, when do you finish class?"

"Are you resigning yourself or waiting for the Football Association to drive you away?"

Dunga's mind was full of questions from Brazilian reporters after the game.

The position of head coach of the Brazilian national team is too difficult.

"Attack, don't defend."

"But Tang Zhenglong is a threat."

"I can't handle that much anymore."

"attack."

*****
"Brazil's free kick." Duan Xuan's voice trembled.

Kaka stands in front of the ball, Kaka's free kick is still very good, and the curved ball is still very penetrating.

Tang Zhenglong and Han Peng retreated and stood in front of the door.

The Brazilian players looked at it, so what else to say, press on.

Tang Zhenglong and Han Peng could only move forward.

The Brazilian players also retreated.

Back here, Tang Zhenglong went back there.

"Nimma! You're playing tricks on us."

The Brazilian players, of course, followed suit.

Tang Zhenglong could only press on again.

Back and forth like this, the referee couldn't stand it anymore.

"Are you dancing?"

"Tang Zhenglong, I'll give you one last chance to choose. Are you going to go or not?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, "I'd better go behind the wall."

Then... Tang Zhenglong lay down.

This trick was used by Tang Zhenglong in the league, but this is the World Cup.

The Brazilian players were about to cry. It wasn't a foul, but it was ugly.

"I now feel that it is a shame to compete with Tang Zhenglong."

Kaka was so calm, he just wanted to kick the ball in.

The World Cup was a childhood dream.

The referee whistled and Kaka started to run.

The expectations of the whole of Brazil rested on him alone.

The ball went around the wall and started to drop, the goalkeeper jumped up, but it seemed to be close.

Tang Zhenglong looked at the flight path of the ball.

"It's a bit dangerous!!"

"God, please don't enter, okay?"

bang.

The ball hits the crossbar.

Dunga was stunned.

God kills me too! ! !

Kaka covered his head, he had done his best, but the ball hit the crossbar.

Tang Zhenglong jumped up suddenly.

"That's great, God will help us too."

"Don, you are so shameful, lying on the ground." Marcelo said.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I beat Brazil, I can lie down on the ground."

puff.

*******
"There are still 30 seconds left."

Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground again.

The Brazilian players were furious. After entering stoppage time, Tang Zhenglong took a step and fell as if he had suddenly suffered from rickets.

Of course the referee also knew that Tang Zhenglong was pretending, but this is also a kind of right, you can't stop the players from cramping.

"Come on, someone will press my legs, I have a cramp."

Han Peng hurried over to press Tang Zhenglong's legs.

"Brother Long, hold on a little longer, it's almost over."

"clear."

Brazilian players come here.

"Tang Zhenglong, you're almost done! There's no end to it."

"I'm having cramps."

"I think you're out of your mind."

The two Brazilian players couldn't bear it anymore, and they were going to lift Tang Zhenglong and throw it out.

Han Peng took a look and grabbed an arm.

"Let go of me, are you pulling carrots?"

"let me go."

The referee ran over, "Let go of Tang Zhenglong."

"Referee, this product is fake."

"I also know that the game continues, we just ignore his existence."

Tang Zhenglong is not happy, how can this be?
"Teammates, I can only help so far, and it's up to you from now on. Hold on."

****
corner kick.

Brazil's corner kick, this time even the goalkeeper Cesar went up.

"Brazil's last chance." Duan Xuan said.

Tang Zhenglong saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he ran back to help defend.

The time for the decisive battle has come.

(End of this chapter)