big mouth ball king

Chapter 900
1 minute into the game, Argentina scored.

Messi breaks through and disrupts the Chinese team's defense, revealing a huge defensive gap. There is no one around Higuain.

After the goal, Savilla showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the stands, the old horse was upset.

"I have been training for so long, but the Chinese team is vulnerable?"

"How about I still defect and go to Holland?"

Zhu Guanghu also noticed that, in fact, it was because of Li Tie's retirement that Zheng Zhi was the only midfielder left in the Chinese team who could play.

This is completely different from the World Cup.

In the first half, Argentina was very polite and scored two goals, and the score was fixed at 2-0.

During the intermission, the door of the locker room of the Chinese team was knocked loudly.

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

"Open the door."

Zhu Guanghu opened the door, it was an old horse.

"Tang Zhenglong, come and translate."

……

"What's the matter with you? Do you have the spirit of a professional player? Is this how football is played? Fuck them! Kick them."

The players looked at each other.

"You are Argentine, what are you talking about?"

Zhu Guanghu gave Tang Zhenglong a wink, and the latter understood, and sent Lao Ma out of the door.

"What are you pulling me for?"

"Diego, can you calm down? What we need is professional tactical analysis, not swearing."

"..."

"Now it's game time. If you can't come up with professional football analysis, then I can only ask you to leave."

The old horse was sweating on his forehead.

"Well, your lower back is not good."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled.

"Do you need to say that? But our other main force has retired, and no one is available now."

"You can use that... ah."

"that?"

"It's the one in the room with you."

"Han Peng?"

Tang Zhenglong wondered, that was a forward.

"Diego, do you know he's a striker?"

"Yes, but do you know the Dutchman Dirk Dirk?"

Dutch international Kevin Dirk, started as a striker, then became a midfielder, and finally became a defender.

Maradona put his hands on his hips, "That..."

"Han Peng."

"Yes, that's him. He doesn't have much talent, but he can run very well. Like Dirk, he can't run to death."

"..."

"He is the Chinese team's Dirk."

"Wait a while, I'll call our boss."

"Director Zhu, come and listen to what this fat man said. Does it make sense, or is it nonsense."

"What? Han Peng hitting the midfielder?"

Maradona nodded.

"A person like him will never succeed as a striker. A striker needs a sense of smell, such as me and Tang Zhenglong."

"But the midfielder only needs to be able to run, run and run non-stop."

Zhu Guanghu thought about it for a while, and it seemed to make sense. In addition, Tang Zhenglong also gave the example of Didier Dirk of the Netherlands.

"Ok, I know."

"Boss, it's a friendly match anyway, if you lose, you lose, let's try it."

Zhu Guanghu also thinks so, Li Tie has retired, if Han Peng can become an excellent midfielder, then there will be someone available for the Asian Cup.

"Okay, try it."

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At the beginning of the second half, the Chinese team made a substitution, and Han Peng moved to the defensive midfielder to mark Messi.

The plum ball king thought that Han Peng was the same, and passed by with a slight acceleration.

"It's just an Asian player."

To know what level of team Barcelona is.

Facing Han Peng, Messi took the ball and started to accelerate.

But just when he started to accelerate, something was wrong, and Han Peng was not thrown away immediately.

Passing is done in one go, and it is impossible to adjust after the ball goes out. Han Peng took the opportunity to get stuck.

"Brother Zheng, I'll give you the ball."

Zheng Zhi took the ball.

Looking up, Tang Zhenglong was asking for the ball.

Zheng Zhi immediately remembered Maradona's special training - Argentina's biggest weakness is Demichelis, this guy's recovery speed is very slow.

Zheng Zhi kicked Demichelis behind him, and Tang Zhenglong quickly stepped in. Just as the old horse said, Demichelis turned around very slowly.

Tang Zhenglong rushed over quickly.

After one click, Argentina's entire defense line was shattered.

Tang Zhenglong faced goalkeeper Romero single-handedly.

Romero knew that Tang Zhenglong liked to shoot violently, so he rushed out and stretched his body, but this time Tang Zhenglong chose to shoot.

With a light flick of the ankle, four or two strokes of a thousand catties.

Romero was dumbfounded, but there was nothing he could do.

The ball flew into the goal slowly.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

The old horse jumped up.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

"GOOOOOOOOOAL!!"

The people around me were dumbfounded, this fat man doesn't look like a Chinese, why is he so happy! !

Savilla's face darkened.

Demichelis is Argentina's weakness, but how did the Chinese team know?
The attack just now was clearly aimed at Argentina's weaknesses.

"The next most important thing is to find a substitute for Demichelis to solve the problem of Argentina's defense."

What Savilla never dreamed of was that Argentina's weaknesses have been fully understood by the opponents, and Maradona's special training is slowly working.

******
"Teacher Diego, besides Demichelis, who else is the loophole in Argentina?"

"Haha, that's Rojo, the Argentine left-back. This guy is even more unreliable than Demichelis."

After Feng Xiaoting stole the ball, he saw that he passed the ball decisively to Luo Huo, and it was Tang Zhenglong who inserted it again.

Rojo was stunned for a moment, he thought that Demichelis would go after him, and Demichelis thought that Rojo would get rid of the ball.

In this way, the two came to Kong Rong to make pears.

As a result, the ball was given to Tang Zhenglong.

"Haha, mine."

Romero scolded his father ten thousand times in his heart.

What kind of cheating guards are these? After Tang Zhenglong broke through, he shot decisively and violently, and the ball blasted into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Savilla was completely dumbfounded, what are you doing! !
You must know that Argentina was a stable combination like Aya LS Moel back then, but now it has become a colander.

If he loses to the Chinese team in the first game, then his end is estimated to be worse than that of the old horse.

Woo woo woo.

If I had known this, I would have chosen the South Korean team for the warm-up match. It would have been more enjoyable, at least without Tang Zhenglong.

Re-kick-off, Argentina seems to be frightened.

Once a team like Argentina loses its smooth offense, it is really not as good as the South Korean team.

Messi is getting more and more uncomfortable as he plays. In Barcelona, ​​he has three or four supporting teammates around him, but in Argentina, he can only rely on himself.

When the ball reached Messi's feet, Han Peng posted it immediately, and he became more and more confident.

"Haha, it seems that I should play as a midfielder. Brother Long is right, I am an excellent midfielder."

Messi pulls the ball and turns and passes.

He was about to shoot by himself, and with a burst shot, the ball flew to the goal, and the hearts of the Argentine fans hung up.

(End of this chapter)