big mouth ball king

Chapter 905 Do You Have a Dream?
Morris's miniature microphone was in his shirt pocket, and Tang Zhenglong rushed to the sidelines.

"Boss, I think Di Maria is good, why don't you trade Ronaldo and AC Milan for Kaka during the winter break."

"Fuck!!!"

"!!"

Ronaldo was also unable to play, so he watched the game next to Mourinho.

"Tang Zhenglong, you bastard, boss, I suggest giving him to AC Milan for free."

"Haha, Cristiano, you are overthinking. I am the first brother of Real Madrid. You are now the third brother, and Di Maria is the second brother."

"..."

Ronaldo prayed that he could recover as soon as possible, otherwise it would be bad if his position was really pushed.

The game restarts.

Ding sound.

Mission: Champions League Dragon Ball.

Reward: Carlos Boots.

Penalty: Speed ​​-15.

"What does this mean?"

"In the 6 games of the Champions League, I will assign 7 tasks, collect all 7 tasks, and exchange for equipment."

"Carlos' boots?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, this must be the skill of shooting vigorously.

In the 2002 World Cup match between Brazil and China, Carlos scored a goal with a violent free kick. It is said that the speed reached a terrifying 149 kilometers per hour, which is speeding on the highway in any country.

With Carlos' shot and the correction of the ball path, Tang Zhenglong's mind is already in YY, that's so cool.

There was another ding.

Mission: educate the Dutch to change their minds.

Reward: First Dragon Ball.

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"System, what are you doing? What kind of mission is this, can you explain clearly."

"Don't you think Dutch football is ugly right now?"

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

"Dutch football was so beautiful back then, so you have to educate the Dutch."

Boom! !

Five thunderstorms hit the top.

"How to educate?"

"Think for yourself."

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, "Besides, there is no standard, so what is a change of heart?"

"Didn't you see the health bar on the virtual interface?"

Tang Zhenglong didn't notice that it turns out that satisfaction and satisfaction are the same thing, both ranging from 0 to 100.

"Okay, I see."

The system knelt down.

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, how can he educate the other party?At this moment, his eyes fell on Martin Jol.

"Why don't you talk to the old man? What if he's a good man, it'll make sense if you talk about it?"

Tang Zhenglong passed by quietly, and Martin Jol was concentrating on watching the game, when he suddenly turned his head and saw Tang Zhenglong's big face, he was startled.

"Do you want to die!!"

"!!!"

"Can we talk?"

"What is there to talk about between us?"

"That...can you change your style of play?"

Martin Jol was dumbfounded. It was the first time he had met such a person in most of his life.

"Look, you have lost the tradition of Dutch football. You are sorry for Dutch football."

Martin Jol was about to explode.

"It's about...you...P...things."

"Of course it's none of my business. I'm a Dutch fan. If you do this, I'm not satisfied. Hurry up and change it back. I want beautiful football. It doesn't matter if you score goals or not. The most important thing in life is to be happy."

Martin Jol clenched his fists tremblingly, and he wanted to punch him.

suddenly……

Something is wrong.

"What's wrong with you? Referee, come quickly, something happened."

The referee immediately terminated the game and ran over, Martin Jol's expression was not right, and Tang Zhenglong was sweating.

"Could you be mad at me?"

"..."

The referee asked Ajax to send Martin Jol off the pitch immediately.

"In this case, life safety comes first."

After Martin Jol was carried away on a stretcher, the referee asked Tang Zhenglong, "What did you say to him just now?"

"It's nothing, I'll just say I'm a Dutch fan."

"..."

The referee estimated that Martin Jol's heart disease had nothing to do with Tang Zhenglong.

The game continues.

"System, if Martin Jol hangs up, it will be your account."

"It has nothing to do with me. I didn't let you anger him."

"..."

Woohoo! !

Tang Zhenglong clasped his hands together, "I hope the old man will never die."

Tang Zhenglong looked at the assistant coach of Ajax, "Would you like to talk about it?"

"..."

"Forget it, it will be troublesome if you get mad again."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, how about talking to the captain?What if he was a reasonable man.

The captain of Ajax is De Jong. There are many people with this name in the Netherlands. This is Sim De Jong.

There is also AC Milan's titan De Jong, the one who kicked Alonso's ribs in the South African World Cup final.

Tang Zhenglong went over.

"Chat?"

"We have nothing to talk about."

"Of course there is." Tang Zhenglong smiled.

"I ask you, why do you play football?"

Tang Zhenglong originally expected that the other party would say, because of the dream, because of the glory of Dutch football, or at least because I am Dutch.

But I didn't expect De Jong to say, "For money."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback.

"Don't you have a dream?"

"Yes, make more money."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"But you are Dutch."

"so?"

"Dutch football has such a great history, why don't you be ashamed as a Dutch player?"

De Jong was furious.

"Can you get out, it's your turn to make irresponsible remarks in Dutch football."

Tang Zhenglong kept shaking his head, "I'm very disappointed. There are no successors in Dutch football. I'm very disappointed."

De Jong pushed Tang Zhenglong, "Get away from me!!"

……

……

Tang Zhenglong found that reasoning seemed useless, so why not use actions to educate opponents?

If Real Madrid plays the beautiful football of the Dutchman, is it enough to make their opponents feel ashamed?
"Good idea, I'm so smart." Tang Zhenglong was very proud.

Tang Zhenglong ran to the sidelines and found Morais.

"Boss, I have a proposal."

"Don't pay attention to him." A voice came from the tiny microphone.

Tang Zhenglong reached out and took out the miniature microphone, then threw it on the ground and stepped on it hard.

"I let you talk too much!!"

Morris was dumbfounded.

"Don, that's all I have for a microphone."

"I know, it's clean now."

……

"What do you propose?"

"Boss, can we play Dutch football tactics?"

Morris was a little confused.

"why?"

"Because I think international football is too powerful now, and there is no room for beautiful football to survive in order to score goals. If this continues, football will be ruined."

Morais was stunned for a while, doing whatever it takes to score a goal?Isn't that you?

"Tang, winning is the most important thing. You are a striker, so you should understand this truth."

Tang Zhenglong put his hands on his hips, "No!! Goals are not important."

……

"Goals don't matter?"

"Yes, beautiful football is the most important thing."

Morais touched Tang Zhenglong's forehead, "Are you sick? How about I replace you to rest for a while. Although Real Madrid is short of people, health is the most important thing."

(End of this chapter)