big mouth ball king

Chapter 896 The UEFA Champions League Draw

Monaco Convention and Exhibition Center.

The UEFA draw ceremony is about to begin, where the best stars, head coaches, and club bosses gather here.

Tang Zhenglong, Marcelo, and Mourinho came to the venue.

Mourinho was first surrounded by reporters.

Pellegrini led the team to win the championship last season. If Mourinho does not win the championship this season, it seems to be low.

Mourinho smiled and said: "I can't guarantee the championship, the quarterfinals are fine, but the championship?"

"I think that's down to luck."

"Jose, you won't be so unconfident?"

Mourinho said with a smile: "It's easy to brag, and I can tell you that the Champions League champion must belong to our Real Madrid, but what's the point?"

"I'm telling the truth, championships are hard."

"When you signed for Real Madrid, did Florentino have any requirements for the Champions League results?"

Everyone still remembers that when Capello led the team and won the league championship, but the results in the Champions League were not good, Florentino fired him.

"No!!" Mourinho replied simply.

At this moment, someone patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, and when he turned his head, it was Erno again.

"Hello, see you again."

Tang Zhenglong was a little upset.

"As I said, I don't speak to the people of "French Football", please leave."

Erno smiled and said, "I want to introduce someone to you."

Before Tang Zhenglong could refuse, a beautiful woman walked by not far away.

Flax-colored long hair, about 170 tall, the most important thing is that the legs are really long.

"My writer--Gerardina, a French through and through."

"Hello."

Gerardina held out her hand.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, he just said harsh words, and never talked to the "French Football" people, he didn't expect the other party to be so cruel.

"Hello."

"I admire the way you play football, very much like the lone wolf Romario, and also my dream lover."

Tang Zhenglong's face flushed red.

"Hahaha, really?"

"You two are so decisive in the face of opportunities, this is the smell of shooters."

"Wow, you know football so well, amazing!!"

Erno sneered at the side, "Didn't you say never to talk to people from "French Football"? How did you become a Chihuahua in seconds?"

"Don, can you have a glass of champagne over there?"

"no problem."

******
After Mourinho finished the interview, he saw that Tang Zhenglong had disappeared.
"Where's Tang Zhenglong?"

"Over there, I'm chatting with a beautiful woman."

I'll go for it.

"Is that also a reporter?"

"Yes, it's from France Football."

"Damn! Didn't he say that he would never pay attention to the people of "French Football"?"

Marcelo shouted: "That woman is so beautiful, maybe it doesn't matter if she has revenge for killing her father."

"Go and eavesdrop, don't let Tang Zhenglong sell Real Madrid."

……

"Boss, I can't control Tang Zhenglong."

At this time the reporter came again, and Mourinho glanced at Tang Zhenglong, he could only do his own business first.

******
"I see, your father is a football reporter, no wonder you know football so well."

"My dream is to find a star to be my boyfriend."

"Haha, what do you think of me then?"

Gérardina covered her mouth and smiled.

"I heard you're dating the Florentino's granddaughter."

"Who said that? It's nonsense. There's no such thing."

Geraldina saw that it was almost there.

"I think you also know what I want to say. Can you resolve the conflict with "French Football". Actually, as far as I know, it's not a big deal."

Tang Zhenglong patted his chest.

"No problem, the conflict between me and "French Football" has been cancelled."

"That's great, you will be included in the 30-person primary list, and there will be an exclusive interview then."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "If you are not the one who interviews me, then I will immediately refuse."

Geraldina smiled like a flower, "Okay, then I will go to Spain to interview you."

"welcome!"

******
"It turned out to be so simple. I even agreed to write an article for that fat man." Dimon was very upset.

"Hehe, thanks to his information, we can prescribe the right medicine."

"No, I won't write for him, I'll call him now."

Erno doesn't care anymore, anyway, the beauty offensive has succeeded.

Raiola was blown away.

Tang Zhenglong is right, "French Football" is just a villain, and they must not be trusted in the future.

Raiola immediately called Tang Zhenglong.

"Don."

"Mino."

"Don, you are right, "French Football" is not a thing, never contact them in the future."

……

"is it?"

"Isn't it?"

"This one……"

When Raiola heard it, Tang Zhenglong's tone was not right, could it be...

"Don, don't tell me you forgive them."

"Mino, that's what I think. We have a saying in China that it's better to settle enemies than to end them. And you're right. "French Football" has too much influence in Europe. You also know that I'm just a poor boy from Asia. After thinking about it, forget it, I'd better forgive them."

Raiola suddenly felt like a thunderbolt.

"There must be ghosts in here."

But Raiola knew that Tang Zhenglong was the film king, so it was very difficult to talk to him.

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, actually I'm doing it for football."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Raiola immediately called Ibrahimovic. He is now in AC Milan and has also entered the Champions League group stage.

"Zlatan, do me a favor."

"what's up?"

"Help me keep an eye on Tang Zhenglong."

"OK!!"

******
Tang Zhenglong was chatting happily with Geraldina when the phone rang again.

"Damn, it's a fat man again."

"Sorry, this call must be answered."

"Hey Mino, I'm busy."

"What are you busy with?"

"I'm chatting with the UEFA president."

"is it?"

Drop drop drop.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded when he saw the information.

"Who the fuck betrayed me?"

"Since when did the President of UEFA become a young lady?"

"This one……"

"Tang Zhenglong, I look down on you, you pinocchio who is obsessed with sex."

"Mino, it's not my fault."

"Who's to blame?"

"you!!!"

"..."

"Stop pretending, do you think I don't know? What benefits does "French Football" give you, just tell me."

……

……

"Okay, then I'll tell you."

When Tang Zhenglong heard it, it turned out that he had been set free.

"Hehe, what's so difficult about this, isn't it just an article? I asked this girl I just met to write it for you."

When Raiola heard this, he immediately changed his attitude.

"really?"

"This girl adores me so much, I can ask her to do anything, a mere article is nothing!"

Raiola was stunned for a moment, and cursed in his heart - bastard!
(End of this chapter)