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Chapter 885 This Is Called Performance Art

Chapter 885 This Is Called Performance Art
"Jose, can Tang Zhenglong sell it? I'll give you Rooney." Ferguson laughed.

Mourinho sneered, "10 Rooney is about the same."

Ferguson cursed softly - get out!

Mourinho was looking forward to Tang Zhenglong's equalizer, so that would be great. His first official game in office was a big reversal.

on the field.

Real Madrid surrounded Manchester United's penalty area for a while and beat hard.

But Manchester United is Manchester United after all, and their defensive strength is very good.

"Can't open it!"

Ronaldo doesn't pass the ball anymore, basically it's a waste of opportunities, it's better to shoot directly in front of the penalty area, in case you score one! !
At this time Tang Zhenglong ran over.

"Cristiano!"

"what?"

"Can you take a free kick in front of the box."

"A free kick? What do you mean?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"Anyway, it's just trying to get a free kick."

Tang Zhenglong wants to use the ball to correct, so he must have a set ball.

"You mean to let me flop?"

"Don't say it so ugly, it should be performance art."

puff.

Ronaldo was dumbfounded, it was the first time someone described flopping so refreshingly.

"Performance Art?"

"That's right, if Manchester United doesn't come out, we can't go in either. Set-pieces are a good opportunity to break through the dense defense."

"Then why don't you go to "performance art"?"

"I've been pegged?"

Ronaldo smiled and said, "I see, you are a repeat offender."

"..."

"I can't do this kind of thing, I'm not that low."

Real Madrid attack.

The ball arrived at the feet of Benzema, and the Frenchman could only hold it with his back. Vidic was so tight that it was impossible for him to turn around.

Benzema protects the ball and then passes it back in front of the penalty area.

At this time, Ronaldo made a false shot and dunked Fletcher. At this time, Fletcher stretched his legs, but at the last moment, Fletcher may have remembered that this was in front of the penalty area, so he retracted his legs.

Ronaldo suddenly remembered Tang Zhenglong's words.

"Is this a little low? If I fall now, it must be a flop, but..."

Ronaldo fell down.

Fletcher froze.

You Ronaldo with thick eyebrows and big eyes have learned to flop now, we used to be on the same team, you have become bad.

"Cristiano, you are learning the same thing as Tang Zhenglong now."

"Diving is a very low behavior, and it is an behavior that all football players should resist."

"Who said that?" Tang Zhenglong put his hips on one side, and said confidently: "This is performance art."

DUANG! ! !

Fletcher was stunned.

"Performance Art?"

"That's right."

Fletcher was trembling with anger: "Don... Zheng... Long, are you still a professional player?"

"I am the World Player of Football!! Who are you? Who is it?"

puff.

Tang Zhenglong reached out to help Ronaldo up.

"Nice job."

"..."

"I'm not diving, I'm off balance."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "If you do this kind of thing a few times, you will get used to it."

"..."

"Don, your skin can be used as a bulletproof vest."

Tang Zhenglong touched his cheek, "Really?"

Ronaldo rolled his eyes.

Tang Zhenglong stood in front of the ball.

Mourinho approached Ferguson, "Sir Sir, I bet you that Tang Zhenglong can blast in with one kick."

"What are you gambling?"

"You Scots are so good at drinking, why don't you just gamble for a drink?"

"Haha, yes!"

Ferguson was upset, "Bless you, don't let Tang Zhenglong kick in, otherwise you will lose your life."

Van der Sar's side is ready to fight. He has seen Tang Zhenglong's abnormal free kick before.

It is the so-called anti-physical free kick in the outside world, but people who hate Tang Zhenglong generally call it a perverted free kick.

Manchester United lined up a wall of 6 people.

Tang Zhenglong put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "Do you only line up in a wall of 6 people? I suggest that all line up. My free kick is very powerful."

"We know, abnormal free kick." Scholes laughed.

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"Pervert free kick?"

He is obviously wise and mighty, majestic, how about Tang's free kick?
Tang Zhenglong was very upset.

"Is this good? If I kick it in, you all will follow me and say that you are brave, majestic, and long live Tang's free kick."

Manchester United player Khan.

"What if you can't kick in?"

"Then I'll shout Man United 100 times."

"Okay! That's it."

Tang Zhenglong took a few steps back.

Then DUANG bumped into Marcelo.

The Manchester United players were taken aback for a moment, then fell to the ground laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Hahaha."

"Tang Zhenglong, we surrendered, we lost."

"Curly hair, what are you doing behind me?"

"How do I know that you backed away suddenly."

Tang Zhenglong stood up, and the Manchester United player smiled: "Tang, you need a reversing radar."

"..."

"Haha."

"Shut up!!"

Tang Zhenglong started his run-up, and kicked the ball out with a curve. The ball was on a normal path, but suddenly the ball started to deflect.

Van der Sar took a look, and the familiar smell came again.

Van der Sar moved his feet quickly, and just as he pounced towards the far end, the ball deflected again, which was fatal for the goalkeeper.

Van der Sar reached out to fish, but missed the ball.

The ball went into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Ferguson was dizzy and squatted on the ground.

"Tang Zhenglong!!"

"It's Tang Zhenglong again!!!"

Mourinho was secretly happy.

"Little bastard, well done."

The Bernabeu was boiling, from 0 to 3, to 3 to 3, Tang Zhenglong saved the team again.

"Tang Zhenglong."

"Tang Zhenglong."

"Tang Zhenglong."

When you perform well, the Bernabéu fans never hesitate to applaud themselves.

Tang Zhenglong ran to Scholes.

"Call all of your people over, and shout out in front of Tang Wudi that you are brave and mighty, majestic and majestic, long live Tang's free kick."

Scholes Khan.

This TMD is too middle school.

"Tang, it's almost done, you are still serious."

"Could it be that you are cheating?"

"correct."

Fuck me, is it possible that the face of the football world is getting thicker as a whole?

"Hey, you guys are Manchester United, can you show some face?"

"Don, I found it a good thing to study with you."

"Don't, don't learn from me, I'm just a legend."

puff.

Scholes also put his hands on his hips, "Anyway, I'm cheating, what can you do?"

Tang Zhenglong was angry.

"Then I will score another goal and let you Manchester United dogs eat S."

"Screw you!!!"

Scholes looked at the time, there was 1 minute left, can Tang Zhenglong score another goal?
"If you can score another goal, then I'll call that again..."

"Wise and powerful, majestic and majestic, long live Tang's free kick."

"Okay, that's it."

"Let's go, let's find the referee to be a witness, I'm afraid you'll cheat again this time."

It seems silly that Scholes Khan died.

(End of this chapter)

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