big mouth ball king

Chapter 855
"Hello everyone, audience friends. I am reporting back from the scene. The match between the Chinese team and Côte d'Ivoire is about to begin."

At this moment, the reporter heard a mouse call.

Squeaky.

"There are mice?"

Turning around, it wasn't a mouse, but Tang Zhenglong.

When the CCTV reporter saw Tang Zhenglong, it was like meeting his own relatives, and he immediately went up to meet him.

"Longlong, it's you."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"What are you busy with?"

Tang Zhenglong said, the reporter was dumbfounded.

"What do you mean? I don't understand. Are you still in the stadium?"

"It was completely fine at first, but...it's a long story."

"Well, how do you need me to help you?"

Tang Zhenglong pointed to the security guard at the door, "Just take us in later, and I will take care of the rest."

"Ok."

With Ibrahimovic, the fat man entered the stadium. This is only the first step. There are still many security procedures to go in to watch the game.

Tang Zhenglong pointed.

"See, there are caddies over there. I went to ask them for some clothes."

"Is there a size that big?"

"Probably not."

"..."

"I can only make do with it."

Ibrahimovic originally wanted to say something, but when he thought about it, he had caused all this by himself, so he had no choice but to shut up.

Tang Zhenglong approached a small caddy.

"Don."

"Hey, you are so cute, how old are you?"

"10 is old."

"Can you do me a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

"Could you get me three caddy clothes, preferably big sizes, the bigger the better."

"What do you want caddy clothes for?"

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"It's like this. My childhood dream was to be a World Cup ball boy, but I can never go back to my childhood, so I want a ball boy's clothes, which can be regarded as making up for my childhood regrets."

The little caddy was stunned after hearing this.

"Okay, I'll go look for it."

"Thank you." Tang Zhenglong touched the little caddy's head.

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"Fatty, I think it's more reliable to buy scalper tickets and pretend to be a caddy? This is what Tang Zhenglong can think of."

"Just shut up, these things are not all caused by you."

"..."

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming."

Raiola took a look and said, "Wow, Don, you are so good, this is fine."

"Fatty, here's the biggest one for you."

"Zlatan, here you go."

Tang Zhenglong put it on himself first, and Raiola also put it on. Although it was a little tight, he could still wear it.

Look at Ibrahimovic again.

"Tang Zhenglong, are you stupid?"

"what happened?"

"This one is for women."

"It's like this. The organizing committee has prepared an oversized one for men and women, which is usually not used, so there is only one."

"This is a skirt, how can I wear it?"

"Put it on, what's the problem? We're here to watch the World Cup, not to find you a girlfriend."

puff.

Raiola burst into laughter, and he patted Ibrahimovic on the shoulder.

"Put it on, who told you to lose the ticket."

Ibrahimovic looked at the skirt in his hand and put it on tearfully, "I was wrong, I should have stayed in the Maldives, why did I come to South Africa to be humiliated."

*******
After dressing up as a caddy, everything went smoothly, but when he reached the side of the player tunnel, Tang Zhenglong was stopped by someone.

"stop."

Tang Zhenglong stopped immediately when he saw that it was the security guard of the stadium.

The security guards at the World Cup Stadium have been trained to KO you every minute.

"Hello, Uncle Security."

"you……"

The security guard was a little scared. These three caddies are so weird, one is fat, the other is tall, and the other is uncoordinated.

"Are you caddies?"

"Yes, we are waiting for players here, we are ball boys from Côte d'Ivoire."

The security guard was a little unconvinced.

"Why are you wearing makeup?"

"Because the camera will take pictures of our pretty faces later, so we put on some light makeup, which will be more photogenic."

puff.

The security guard wanted to throw up.

"Okay, let me see the documents."

"Certificate?" Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded at the time.

He thought it would be fine to wear caddy clothes, but where the World Cup is, the management is quite strict.

"What documents?" Raiola asked.

"This kid who is obviously overweight, don't tell me you don't have a permit?"

"..."

Ibrahimovic whispered behind Tang Zhenglong: "I know karate, get out of the way later, and I will kick him in the head."

"Damn!! You thought you were making a movie."

Tang Zhenglong was embarrassed, what should we do?
Suddenly there was a voice.

"I know them."

The security guard turned around and saw that it was Andy Lau in Africa—Drogba.

Drogba is fine even if he walks sideways on the African continent, he is the pride of the whole village.

What Beckham, Zidane, Ronaldo, in Africa are not as red as Drogba.

"Didier, do you know them?"

"Yeah." Drogba nodded.

"Okay, then there's no problem."

After the security left, Tang Zhenglong breathed a sigh of relief.

Drogba came over, "Don, Zlatan, what are you doing? A prank show?"

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"It's not all Zlatan's idiot."

When Tang Zhenglong told the story, Drogba burst out laughing.

"Hahaha."

"The tickets were probably stolen. There are many thieves in South Africa."

"Thank you for thinking it out."

"wait for me."

A few minutes later, Drogba brought some tickets and a mobile phone.

"I can give you the tickets, but there is one condition."

"What conditions?"

"Let me take a picture."

"..."

"No!" Ibrahimovic objected.

But immediately felt chilly on both sides, the eyes of Raiola and Tang Zhenglong were as cold as ice, as if they were going to eat people, as if they were saying, what right do you have to object?
Ibrahimovic knew he was wrong, so he shut up.

"Let's shoot."

Drogba happily took a few photos.

"Didier, this photo must not be released."

"Don't worry, I'll appreciate it myself."

Tang Zhenglong was still worried. Mr. Chen also said that he admired it all by himself, and it ended up being everywhere.

Drogba handed the ticket to Tang Zhenglong.

At this time, the players of the Chinese team came out, and Han Peng looked at it from a distance, "Hey, why does that caddy look familiar?"

Gao Lin chuckled, "Do you have relatives in South Africa?"

"roll."

Han Peng and Tang Zhenglong are too familiar.

"No, it looks familiar."

"Don't be silly, it's a caddy, and what can you tell from the back?"

"You don't understand, people's backs are different."

Tang Zhenglong thought: "It's broken, if this is seen by teammates, it's not a shame."

"Didier, block it for me, Fatty, Zlatan, let's run."

"it is good."

The more Han Peng thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he was about to step forward to have a look.

At this time Drogba stepped forward.

"Hi, I'm Didier Drogba, what's your name, let's get to know each other."

"Han Peng."

Looking again, the little caddy was gone.

(End of this chapter)