big mouth ball king

Chapter 899 Jealousy is the devil

Buenos Aires.

Argentine coach Alejandro Savilla took over the Argentine national team coach from the Football Association President Grondona.

After Maradona was fired, the Argentine coach finally had a place.

After taking office, Savilla said that on the national team match day in September, the team will arrange two warm-up matches, both of which will be held in Europe, one with the Chinese team and the other with the World Cup runner-up Netherlands.

"This is a new Argentina team. Our goal is the 2014 World Cup in Brazil. Let's look forward to it."

In front of the TV, Lao Ma's face was dark.

"The new Argentina?"

"Screw you!!"

The old horse cursed Savilla [-] times in his heart, and blessed him to be on the street every time after he took office, and he must be fired in the end, which must be worse than himself.

"Wait a minute! I just heard that his first match after taking office was against the Chinese team."

"China?"

"That little bastard Tang Zhenglong seems to be from China."

Maradona is happy.

He had a wonderful idea.

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"Don..."

"Diego, why are you looking for me?"

"Did you read the news that the Argentine national team has appointed a new coach."

"No, what does it matter to me?"

"It's Savilla."

"Saville? Isn't that a city in Spain?"

"That's Seville, this is Savilla, how did you learn Spanish? You can't play the tongue?"

Tang Zhenglong slapped his forehead. The most difficult thing to learn in Spanish is the tongue-playing sound, which is a completely different pronunciation system from Chinese.

"Okay, Savilla."

"I want to ask you to help me with one thing."

"what's up?"

"Beat Argentina, beat Argentina hard."

"..."

"Diego, what stimulated you? Did you have brain cancer again?"

"Screw you."

"Is such that."

After the old horse explained it, Tang Zhenglong understood, the mentality of sour grapes, what he can't get, neither can others.

"But the problem is that Argentina is a strong team in the world. Our Chinese team may not be able to beat Argentina."

"It's okay, I'll go to Spain right away, is there anyone who knows Argentina better than me?"

"Damn! Diego, you are a traitor."

"..."

"Don't say it so badly, can you? This is international aid."

puff.

"Okay, but let's be clear first, our Chinese team will not pay you any fees."

"Don't worry, I don't want money, I just want to disgust Savilla."

"make a deal!!"

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Valencia, Spain.

The friendly match between the Chinese team and Argentina was held here.

After getting off the plane, Han Peng looked for Tang Zhenglong.

"Where's Brother Long?"

"It's agreed to wait for us at the airport."

"Brother Long."

When Han Peng shouted, everyone looked over, he was embarrassed.

"Sorry."

Not far away stood two people, one tall and one short, one thin and one fat.

"Tang, why do you have to wear a mask? It's so uncomfortable."

"Aren't you afraid of being watched without a mask? We're here to pick up the plane."

"But the mask is too small."

"It's because your face is too big."

Tang Zhenglong looked at Maradona's chubby figure.

"Diego, you really should lose weight, you are so fat that you don't look like a human being."

"..."

"I also want to lose weight, but it's so difficult. I'm already old."

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong saw Han Peng.

"Han Peng, this way."

Han Peng rushed over, "Brother Long."

The two embraced.

Han Peng found that there was a fat man beside Tang Zhenglong.

"This is?"

"I'm Diego Maradona."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"It's a long story, let's go back to the hotel first."

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Hotel, Zhu Guanghu's room.

Zhu Guanghu leaned on the back of the chair.

"You mean Argentina fired Maradona, he was not convinced, so he helped us, hoping we can teach Argentina a lesson and vent his anger?"

"Yes, that's about it."

"Your father-in-law is a weirdo."

……

"Director Zhu, don't talk nonsense, he is not my father-in-law, it is all nonsense on the Internet."

"Then you and his daughter?"

"Just once."

"..."

Zhu Guanghu was dumbfounded.

"Director Zhu, we actually don't suffer from this matter, let him be in our team."

Zhu Guanghu thought for a while.

"Ok."

"He lives in the same room as you, so you keep an eye on him."

"Good Le!!"

"What about Han Peng?"

"Live with you too."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned for a moment.

"Director Zhu, we are a standard room, with only two beds."

Zhu Guanghu spread his hands together.

"We have booked so many rooms, who told you to squeeze in one person, of course you can solve it."

"Guide Zhu, the Football Association must have given you extra funds. If you want another room, it won't cost much."

"China is a country of etiquette, we can't neglect visitors from afar."

puff! !

"Extra funds?"

"No!!"

"You figure it out yourself."

……

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"Diego, I have something to discuss with you."

"what's up?"

"This...you know, China is still a developing country."

"..."

"so what?"

"So we have to save money when we come out to compete."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"There is no spare room for you, you can only sleep on the floor."

Maradona was shocked.

"I'm so old and have heart disease, you let me sleep on the floor?"

……

"You can tell!!!"

"Then you can pay for a room yourself."

"Damn!! I don't want the consultant fee, but you let me sleep on the floor!!"

Han Peng chuckled, "Brother Long, let me sleep on the floor and let the bed come out."

"You really want to?"

"no problem."

"Well, it's settled happily."

Unexpectedly, the old horse is a snake with a lack of heart.

"The bed in the standard room is too small, I want two, and give me yours too."

The old horse pushed the two beds together like a big bed.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"Diego, don't go too far!!"

"Hehe, you said I'm too fat, of course I have to sleep in two beds."

Lao Ma picked up a pillow and threw it to Tang Zhenglong, "Here is a pillow for you."

"Nima!!"

The old horse lay down.

"Cool!!!"

"Han Peng, do you think he will have a heart attack like this?"

"..."

"Brother Long, what do you want to do?"

"I think……"

Tang Zhenglong took out his credit card, "Go and open another room, it's mine."

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Savilla led the team to Valencia, and many fans came at the airport.

Most are Messi fans.

But the face of the club king is a bit dignified. I don't know when the Argentine media began to criticize him, saying that he is Barcelona's Messi, not Argentina's Messi.

As we all know, the performance of a player needs the support of his teammates. Barcelona's midfielder is obviously stronger.

But the media doesn't care about that, what they want is the result.

Messi waved at the fans and left the airport quickly.

(End of this chapter)