big mouth ball king

Chapter 886

It is impossible to estimate 1% goals within 100 minute.

Tang Zhenglong entered the system.

"Woooooooo, system, you need to help me."

"How to help you?"

"I want scoring skills."

"But it can't be too expensive, and you can't kill a big family."

"..."

"Look at this, 500 points."

As soon as he heard 500 points, Tang Zhenglong immediately became interested, it is really cheap.

"100% penalty card, the comment can only be used on teammates, the requirement is thick enough skin."

"What does it mean?"

"It means that this skill can only be used on your teammates. He can get a penalty kick, but there are restrictions. His skin thickness must exceed 80, and the full score is 100."

Tang Zhenglong laughed, "It's easy, our team is shameless, by the way, how thick is my skin?"

"500."

"..."

"Isn't the full score only 100?"

It's like the full score of the college entrance examination is 750, but Tang Zhenglong got 1000 points?
"Master, can your skin be as thick as ordinary people?"

"..."

"Oh, yes."

Tang Zhenglong looked around and locked on Marcelo.

"Curly hair, I entrust you with an honorable task."

"what?"

"You will run into the penalty area later, and you don't care about anything anyway. Where there are many people, you will go there."

"why?"

"There is no reason, you can do whatever I ask you to do."

Originally Marcelo was very obedient, but for some reason, this time Marcelo suddenly lost his temper.

"Don, I refuse."

"..."

"why?"

"I reject."

"Don't! Curly hair."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

Because the thickest-skinned Real Madrid is themselves, and the second thickest is Marcelo. If he doesn't go, then there will be no one.

"Curly hair, I was wrong, can I apologize to you?"

"No, I don't like your attitude towards me. Treat me like a child. Let me tell you, I'm not a child anymore. I've grown up."

Tang Zhenglong's face was dark, his tone was exactly the same as Tang Zhenghua's.

"What should I do?"

It seems that no one in the huge Real Madrid is shameless.

"My goodness!!"

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong's eyes fell on a substitute player.

LS Na Diarra, French midfielder, how shameless is this guy, he once rejected the invitation of the French team because the head coach of the French national team did not promise his main position.

"I remember this guy is quite shameless."

Sure enough, Diarra's skin thickness is the same as Marcelo's.

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong ran to the sidelines.

"Boss, can you replace him?"

Mourinho looked at Diarra.

"why?"

"Because I think he can help the team."

"He's the midfielder."

"It's alright."

Mourinho was furious, "Am I the head coach, or are you the head coach?"

"Of course it's you."

"You still know, then shut up."

"..."

Seeing that time was running out, Tang Zhenglong decided to go all out, "Boss, as long as you replace Diarra, I will listen to you in everything from now on, except picking up soap."

"..."

"Hehe, I will pick up soap with you? You are willing, but I am not willing."

"Did you owe him something?"

Tang Zhenglong sweated, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Will he let you pick up the soap?"

"That's not so."

"Okay, I can replace him, you owe me a big favor."

"Jose is mighty."

*******
"Why did Jose put on a defensive midfielder at the last moment?"

"Go Diarra."

"This should be a garbage substitution." As soon as the voice of the commentator fell, Diarra rushed into the penalty area, and then something magical happened.

Diarra was tripped by a Manchester United player.

penalty! !
The referee decisively pointed to the penalty spot.

Mourinho froze.

Originally, this was just a garbage substitution, and it's been tens of seconds, so what else can I do?

But what I didn't expect was...

"Could Tang Zhenglong really be able to predict?"

Mourinho was a little surprised.

On the court, Tang Zhenglong held the ball and placed it on the penalty spot.

Van der Sar pointed to Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, you can't get in."

"idiot!"

"What did you say!!"

"I suggest you give up and take the initiative to step aside."

Van der Sar was trembling with anger, he lowered his center of gravity and stared at Tang Zhenglong.

"I must jump out."

Tang Zhenglong started his run-up and shot violently. The ball was shot from a tricky angle and flew into the near corner of the goal.

GOOOOOOOAL! ! !

The Bernabéu was boiling again, Mourinho was not too excited, he was still wondering, how did Tang Zhenglong predict that Diarra would create a penalty when he played, just guessing?

Tang Zhenglong ran to Scholes.

"If you still want to play tricks this time, then I don't care, anyway, you Manchester United are such people."

"Okay, let's play tricks, snakes."

Scholes felt that if he cheated again this time, he would be ashamed.

Manchester United players gathered around.

"Don, read it first."

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

"..."

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

"Haha, cool!!"

At the end of the game, Ferguson left the stadium without shaking hands with Mourinho.

Mourinho walked around the field to accept the cheers of the fans.

"Jose."

"Jose."

"Jose."

"Thank you, you are the greatest."

For the fans, Mourinho's attitude has always been good, his arrogance is only to the news media.

"Don, come here."

Tang Zhenglong was about to leave, but he was stopped by Mourinho.

"what?"

"Give me a reasonable explanation."

Tang Zhenglong pretended to be stupid, "Boss, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Diarra!!"

"Why did you suddenly ask me to put him on, and he created a penalty as soon as he came on, it's unreasonable."

"Boss, don't you suspect me of match-fixing?"

Mourinho shook his head, "That's impossible, the opponent is Manchester United."

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "That's it. If it's not match-fixing, then what can I do?"

Mourinho was taken aback for a moment, and what he said was true, unless Tang Zhenglong bribed all of Manchester United, this kind of thing would not happen.

"But this is not scientific!!"

"Boss, football is not a science. Sometimes it depends on character. For example, if I have a good character, I can score more goals."

Mourinho Khan is dead.

At this time, the reporters gathered around, "Jose, the big reversal in the first game, did you deliberately release the water first?"

"You hid Tang Zhenglong in the snow, did you deliberately let the opponent go first?"

"..."

Really not, but Mourinho can't admit it.

"Yes, Ferguson is so old. As a junior, of course I should let him go. This is also respect for the elderly."

"Hahaha, no wonder, you and Tang have no conflicts."

Mourinho hugged Tang Zhenglong, "This guy is just like my own son, what conflicts can we have!"

(End of this chapter)