big mouth ball king

Chapter 891 Have you ever seen a wine kick?

After the game started, without any surprises, Mallorca put up an iron barrel formation.

In this regard, Mourinho still has full expectations. Although Laudrup's mouth was rumbling before the game, he didn't think this guy really dared to attack Real Madrid on the court.

Tang Zhenglong stood on the right, the position he was most familiar with.

Defending him is Mallorca left back, Spaniard Ayoze.

"Little man, to be honest, are you excited to meet a superstar like me?"

"I heard that you small teams are proud to meet Real Madrid and Barcelona."

Ayoze rolled his eyes and didn't speak.

"cut!!"

Suddenly, there was a ding.

Task: Play football after drinking (drinking driving standard)

Bonus: Dribble +2
Penalty: Shot -5
Tang Zhenglong's whole body was shocked.

"What do you mean?"

"Just let you drink some wine before playing football."

"..."

"System, where can I find wine?"

The system pointed, and there were several big men drinking beer on the sidelines.

"..."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"Aren't you asking me to ask them for a drink?"

"sure."

"It's okay!!" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

"What if I get beaten up?"

"Will not."

"It wasn't you who was beaten."

"What the hell is this drunk driving standard?"

"350ml mug, two beers."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, it was easy, but the whole thing was still a bit too weird.

******
"Let me go."

Arbeloa was taken aback.

"But I'm the one who throws the throw-in."

Tang Zhenglong patted him on the shoulder, "Now it's me."

Tang Zhenglong ran over to pick up the ball and took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the fans.

"That... can I have a beer?"

"why?"

"IM thirsty."

"..."

"No! You are our enemy."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "Your name is Real Mallorca, we are called Real Madrid, we are actually one family."

Mallorca fans were stunned. In Spain, Royal is a kind of glory, such as Real Sociedad and Real Mallorca.

Mallorca fans drank the wine in the glass and threw it to Tang Zhenglong.

"I won't give you a drink!!"

"..."

Mourinho was stunned, why Tang Zhenglong always ran towards the fans.

"Go and see, what is that guy doing?"

Morris ran over and came back in no time.

"How about it?"

"It seems to be talking about drinking."

"drink wine?"

Mourinho thought for a moment, "Could it be that those people are Tang Zhenglong's friends?"

"Maybe."

"That's too much. Now it's a game, and he is chatting with his friends."

Mourinho found Arbeloa.

"Next time, Tang Zhenglong is not allowed to throw the ball from the sideline."

"Ok."

******
The ball is out of bounds.

Tang Zhenglong ran over and was about to throw the ball out of bounds. As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone also stretched out his hand and hugged the ball.

"lay down."

"..."

"Don, the boss won't allow you to throw another foul."

Tang Zhenglong became angry when he heard it.

"give me."

"No."

"give me."

"No."

Tang Zhenglong had suffered such anger before, it was really angry from the heart, and the evil came to the gallbladder.

"No, right?"

Tang Zhenglong hugged Arbeloa, "Give it to me!!"

The referee was dumbfounded, isn't it just a throw-in?
I have seen two teammates fighting for a penalty kick, but this is the first time someone has fought for a penalty kick.

"You two, if you don't throw the ball, I'm going to play the card."

Arbeloa simply came to a bastard to protect the food and pressed the ball under his body. Tang Zhenglong was helpless. He could only say that Arbeloa's desire to survive was too strong.

Don't even think about the throw-in, the only chance to get to the sidelines is to score first.

"Okay, I'll score first. Isn't scoring the easiest thing for me? Hahaha."

But this is not Tang Zhenglong's first season in Spain. The entire La Liga team knows that the most important thing to defend against Real Madrid is to keep an eye on Tang Zhenglong and Ronaldo. In fact, Benzema is secondary.

The little Ayoze is very fast, and Tang Zhenglong has no advantage in speed when facing him.

"Damn, this kid is also very fast."

At this time, Di Maria started from the middle and ran all the way forward. Tang Zhenglong took advantage of the situation and pushed the ball forward.

The Argentine holds the ball wide and he waits for the players in the box to run into place.

"Wait for me."

Tang Zhenglong is still advancing, but Ronaldo and Benzema are already in place.

Di Maria made a pass to Ronaldo.

Ronaldo's jumping ability is the best in football today. He jumped high and smashed the ball into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Tang Zhenglong rushed towards Di Maria, "Angel, what's going on? Wait for me."

Di Maria was taken aback, "But the goal has been scored."

"I didn't enter."

"Is it important?"

"Of course, I didn't enter, don't you understand?"

"..."

"I am the first brother of Real Madrid, of course I should score the first goal of the season."

At this time Ronaldo came running over, "Don't pay attention to him."

"Hey, you are the second son of Real Madrid, how do you talk to brother one?"

Ronaldo patted Di Maria, "The ball you passed to the first brother of Real Madrid is very beautiful, continue next time."

"Ok."

Tang Zhenglong did not participate in the team's celebration.

The opposing player Ayoze leaned over, "Your team scored a goal, why are you unhappy?"

"I'm so happy!! It's not the first brother from Real Madrid."

Ayoze Khan.

"I read the gossip newspapers, and they all say that you, the top brother of Real Madrid, live on soft food, don't you?"

"That's right!! Handsome men eat soft food."

puff! !

Ayoze touched his face, "I'm pretty handsome too, can I also date the boss's daughter?"

As soon as these words came out, Tang Zhenglong laughed and fell to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"You can go to the boss's nanny."

"..."

"roll!!"

******
The game continued, Tang Zhenglong was blocked by dribbling the ball from the side, Di Maria went forward, Tang Zhenglong did not pass the ball this time.

"Hehe, will I still pass the ball to you? You think so beautifully!!!"

Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball and broke through by himself.

Ayoze is still staring at him.

"Hey! That little man who failed to eat soft rice, get out of here."

"F*ck."

"If you don't, step aside and I'll teach you how to eat soft rice. As the saying goes, if you eat soft rice well, you will have no worries in life."

Ayoze was taken aback, Tang Zhenglong took the opportunity to rush over.

"Goodbye, little man."

Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball all the way into the penalty area, and the opposing player was about to tackle the ball, but Tang Zhenglong was one step faster and kicked first.

With a burst shot, Mallorca goalkeeper Awat made a side attack. The ball was too fast, and his save was more like a helpless performance.

The ball flew into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOAL! !
2 to 0.

The expression on Laudrup's face is ugly, Real Madrid is really too strong now.

He glanced at Mourinho, and the latter didn't look at him at all, as if to say, I don't like you.

(End of this chapter)