big mouth ball king

Chapter 843 The Most Familiar Stranger
"Tang, run and attack."

Tang Zhenglong's face was dark.

"Cristiano, it's boring to play the same meme twice."

But people have conditioned reflexes. In the league, when Ronaldo shouted, Tang Zhenglong immediately ran forward instinctively.

"Cristiano, can you stop being a hooligan? Don't call me, you are the first brother in Portugal."

"Hehe, are you scared?"

"Haha, am I afraid of you?"

Ronaldo is the core of Portugal's offense, and the task of defending and harassing Ronaldo is given to Tang Zhenglong.

"Cristiano, will you announce who Mini Ronaldo's biological mother is after the World Cup in South Africa?"

"Of course that's impossible."

"I guess it's that kind of woman?"

"What kind of woman?"

"It's... that kind of woman."

Ronaldo rolled his eyes, "It's really troublesome for you Chinese to talk."

Ronaldo received the ball and pretended to shoot with his left foot, but immediately adjusted to his right foot. The moment he shot with his right foot, Tang Zhenglong also shot.

"Oops, Don knows me too well."

Ronaldo's fake move just now must be effective for other people, but Tang Zhenglong is a person who trains together every day.

"Don, can you be a little moral."

"What happened to me?"

"Do you dare to forget everything in training and start over?"

puff.

"Cristiano, your IQ dropped so badly after you returned to Portugal? How did I forget? Cut the frontal lobe of my brain?"

……

Queiroz also saw the problem. Tang Zhenglong knew Ronaldo too well.

He called Quaresma over and whispered something in his ear.

"You go like this..."

"Okay, boss."

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Tang Zhenglong chased and chased.

"Cristiano, wait for me."

"Hey, why are you bald?"

"Wait a minute, why do you seem to be handsome?"

Ronaldo on the side has a dark face, can you recognize Quaresma as me?You are fucking genius.

Quaresma touched his cheek.

"I'm more handsome than Cristiano?"

"Yeah, 10 times more handsome."

"Hahaha, it's impossible."

"Really, Ronaldo is so ugly compared to you, I want to have sex with you."

Quaresma was taken aback.

"Don't! Don't!!"

Tang Zhenglong has no way to defend Quaresma. If defending Ronaldo is the answer to the college entrance examination in advance, then for Quaresma, it is Uncharted.

Tang Zhenglong approached Ronaldo.

"Cristiano, does that guy have any weaknesses?"

puff.

"You asked me to betray my teammates? You can figure it out."

"..."

"Hey, the national team is only temporary, but the club's friendship is permanent."

"..."

"Tell me the other way around."

"Cristiano, now I'm giving you a chance to curry favor with Real Madrid's first brother. If you don't take advantage of it, I will ban you when you return to Real Madrid next season. Believe it or not?"

Ronaldo has a dark face.

"Don, I have already told the club, if you are still here next season, then I will leave!!"

"..."

The game continues.

The characteristic of Quaresma's football is-crazy.

Quaresma has never become a top star, but no one can deny that Quaresma's technology is a real monster.

It's just that his demon often can't be in key games, so he hasn't become a top superstar.

Li Tie patted Tang Zhenglong.

"Don't foul the first time, just delay a little bit, and leave the next thing to me."

"Ok."

Quaresma takes the ball.

Tang Zhenglong missed the first time.

Li Tie followed up immediately, but he also missed. Quaresma's little technique is great.

Seeing that Zheng Zhi was the only one left.

Zheng Zhi took a step back to make room on the right.

This was originally to prevent being completely passed by Quaresma, forming a vacuum in front of the penalty area.

But Zheng Zhi forgot that Quaresma will shoot with the instep.

Quaresma's outer instep can be said to be his biggest feature. This trick is unique, and others really can't learn it.

When Quaresma saw it, Zheng Zhi stepped aside, raised his right foot, and flicked the outside of his foot.

The ball drew a beautiful outer arc.

Zheng Zhi was also taken aback.

"Shot from the outside instep? It's against the sky."

Zheng Zhi remembered that Carlos was the last one who could shoot from the outside.

In the 1997 Four Nations Tournament, Carlos's outside instep free kick was a classic.

Zeng Cheng's line of sight was completely blocked, and it was too late when the ball suddenly appeared.

GOOOOOOOAL! !
"This is the first goal conceded by the Chinese team in this World Cup. It should be much later than most fans expected." Duan Xuan said with a wry smile.

Portugal is celebrating wildly, saying that this group is the group of death, but Portugal seems to be able to qualify ahead of schedule.

Tang Zhenglong ran back and comforted his teammates, "It's just a conceded goal, it's nothing, I will definitely get it back."

"Ah."

"Everyone believe me, I am the first brother of Real Madrid, I have scored so many goals in Europe, the defense in Europe is the same, nothing special, everyone has three legs, two eggs, no one is better than the other."

"What others have, we have."

The teammates were stunned, Tang Zhenglong's metaphor...was too tough.

Han Peng's mind was slow. He stretched out three fingers on his left hand and two fingers on his right hand.

"three?"

"two?"

Li Tie patted him and smiled, "Don't think about it."

******
Effective ball protection distance.

When we watch football games, especially the kind of South American players, their ball protection is very skillful, almost just enough to keep the opponent out of reach.

People's legs are all about the same length, even if there is a difference of 10 centimeters, it is not a big gap, but some people's ball protection is very strong.

That's what Quaresma is.

Opponents are trying to steal his ball, and he's always able to maintain an effective ball protection distance, unless you foul, otherwise there is no way.

Tang Zhenglong ran to the sidelines and stretched his feet.

"Change my studs."

Today's football shoes, studs can be replaced.

The assistant coach was taken aback.

"Longlong, we didn't bring snow nails."

"Nobody knew it would snow in South Africa."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "I mean, give me a shorter nail."

The assistant coach is stupid.

"Isn't it slipping to death?"

"Yeah, I feel like I'm going to slip a little bit."

Tang Zhenglong always came close to defending Quaresma. He thought, if he could slide out, wouldn't he be able to touch the ball?

"Longlong, are you sure?" The assistant coach also knew that Tang Zhenglong liked to joke.

"Sure! Come on!!"

"Ok."

Back on the court, Tang Zhenglong slid a bit, kicked his left foot, and slid his right foot on the lawn, feeling much less friction.

"Yes, this feels good."

Ronaldo came out.

"Don, do you want to fall to your death?"

"..."

"I assume you're trying to tackle Quaresma?"

"correct."

"But how do you run like this?"

Tang Zhenglong thought about it and did something that would kill Ronaldo.

(End of this chapter)