big mouth ball king

Chapter 901 Diego, You Traitor

Messi shoots.

The ball is held by the goalkeeper.

Tang Zhenglong started immediately.

"Quick! Keep an eye on him."

Savilla pointed to Tang Zhenglong.

The goalkeeper passed the ball, and Tang Zhenglong took it forward after receiving the ball.

At this time, he remembered the last item of the old horse's special training-in fact, the most unreliable person in Argentina is the goalkeeper Romero.

There have been first-class goalkeepers in the history of Argentina, such as Goyechea.

But it's different now.

Argentina's goalkeeper is getting pitted.

Tang Zhenglong glanced at it, and Romero's position was indeed too far forward.

So Tang Zhenglong decisively lobbed.

Savilla knew it was bad at the first sight.

"This……"

"God, why does the Chinese team know all about our weaknesses."

At this moment, Savilla felt a little bit in his heart. He remembered, didn't everyone say that Maradona was Tang Zhenglong's father-in-law?

"Could it be Diego?"

Such a thought flashed and the ball was scored.

GOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

The whole of Argentina shook.

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In the stands, the old horse was drinking beer, crossing his legs, looking very comfortable.

"Haha, now the whole of Argentina knows how stupid it is to replace Diego."

"Tang Zhenglong is awesome, I must thank him later, and repair our relationship by the way."

"If only this guy was really my son-in-law. I heard that he can earn more than 1000 million euros a year."

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At the end of the game, the Chinese team was ecstatic and beat Argentina 3-2, which can be blown for a long time.

Savilla turned his head and left, when reporters surrounded him.

"How do you evaluate such a game?"

"I'm disappointed, but it's normal. The new Argentina needs to be adjusted, and we need time."

"But the opponent is the Chinese team."

"The Chinese team? What's the matter? They are also a team that can enter the World Cup, and they have a shooter like Tang Zhenglong."

At this moment, Savilla seemed to see something, and a familiar figure passed by. That figure was fat and a little obscene, very similar to that person.

"Is my guess right?"

The reporter yelled a few times.

Savilla regained his composure.

"Sorry, I'm leaving, let's talk about it at the press conference."

Pushing away the reporter, Savilla trotted over, but no one was there.

*******
"Hahaha, Don, you did a great job."

"Diego, why are you so happy? That old man has no grudge against you. Besides, you were fired because you led the team to defeat Germany. You deserved it."

"..."

"Screw you!!"

"Diego, let me advise you, be more magnanimous, like me, and you will be happier that way."

puff! !

The old horse had a dark face.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, and then criticize Savilla at the press conference and reduce his tactics to nothing."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"Does it need to be so ruthless?"

"Of course, I want the world to know that Argentina is nothing without Diego Maradona."

Ha ha.

"Diego, you're such a bad guy."

"Okay!!! It's you!!!"

The old horse was taken aback for a moment, and turned his head to see that Savilla was standing there angrily.

Savilla rushed over and grabbed the old horse.

"Diego, I didn't expect you to become a traitor, you bastard."

"You're a bastard."

"let me go."

"Follow me to the reporter and clarify the matter."

The old horse sneered, "Is there something wrong with your brain? What evidence do you have?"

"You come with me too."

"Me?" Tang Zhenglong pointed to himself.

"Yes."

"Hehe, sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

Savilla said angrily: "Then I will disclose the collusion between the two of you at the press conference, Diego, you will bear the consequences."

Tang Zhenglong knew that Savilla was already mad, and when he was mad, he could do anything.

Tang Zhenglong patted the old horse, and said in his ear: "Diego, if this matter is made public, it will be regarded as match-fixing if it is serious. Our Chinese team is also very passive."

"..."

"Then what should I do? It's impossible for me to apologize anyway."

"Then let me apologize."

"Alright, you are more shameless."

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened.

Tang Zhenglong put on a smiling face.

"Savilia, isn't it?"

"Actually, the thing is like this. Diego is just like a child, and he is dying too. Why do you compete with a dead man?"

"about to die?"

"Yes, look at him, he must have a lot of problems, and look at you, how healthy you are."

Savilla said angrily: "You can't sell your own country."

"I know, I know." Tang Zhenglong nodded repeatedly.

"See if this works. I'll help you speak well at the press conference later, and recover your loss."

When Savilla heard it, it was not bad.

"My loss is so big, can I recover it?"

"Of course, I have a very good relationship with the reporter, and Diego is the pride of Argentina. It is not good for Argentine football to expose this matter."

Savilla thought about it, and it was the same reason.

"It will depend on your performance later. If my loss cannot be recovered, then I don't care. Diego must be cast aside."

Tang Zhenglong nodded and sent Savilla away. Tang Zhenglong gave Maradona some money.

"Take a taxi and leave immediately."

The old horse rubbed the notes on his hands.

"That's all? How about you help me buy the plane ticket too."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"get out!!"

"..."

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At the press conference, Savilla had been sprayed to death by the reporters. With a dark face, he gave Tang Zhenglong a wink, which meant——to see you next.

It's Tang Zhenglong's turn.

"Don, what do you think of this Argentina with no fighting power?"

Tang Zhenglong laughed, "No! I think this is the best Argentina in history."

DUANG! !
Immediately, an Argentine reporter stood up, "Don, you are mocking us, so please speak up."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "This Argentinian friend, listen to me."

"Now that the European league has just started, the Argentine players are all players from European giants. After 2-0, they actually relaxed."

"Please understand that professional football is too cruel now, no one can do their best for a friendly match, so the real contest of this game is the first 20 minutes, and the rest is garbage time."

The reporter was dumbfounded, how could he still do this?
"Mr. Savilla, admit it, did you let the players relax?"

Savilla was taken aback for a while, "I don't have any."

He smiled and nodded, "That's right, after 2-0, I told the players to rest, you have already proved yourself."

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "So the real score of this game is 2-0, Argentina wins!"

(End of this chapter)