big mouth ball king

Chapter 913 Humiliation of the Argentines
After the game started, Pochettino put up an iron barrel formation.

With the strength of the Spaniard, Pochettino is not crazy enough to fight against his opponent.

Pochettino knows that what is anxious now is Real Madrid, and time is the Spaniard's friend.

Just now.

Ding sound.

Task: Recreate the scene of Beckham being sent off in 1998.

Reward: 500 mouth points.

Punishment: Big mouth cleared.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"System, what are you doing? Let me be sent off? This game is very important, do you know?"

"Master, you misunderstood. I didn't want you to be sent off, but to reproduce the classic scene of Beckham in the 1998 World Cup."

"What do you mean?"

In the 1998 World Cup, there were many controversies in the game between England and Argentina. The biggest controversy was Beckham's red card.

Some people say that Beckham is stupid, while others say that Simeone is a big liar.

"It means you lie on the ground and repeat Xiaobei's movements."

Tang Zhenglong suddenly realized, "You mean to satirize Pochettino?"

"..."

"Actually not."

"Hahaha, I'll take it as you, okay, let's do it like this, as long as I can disgust that guy, I'm willing."

The system sweats to death.

"Master, there is one more request."

"?"

"It just has to be captured by the camera."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"Must be caught by the camera?"

"Then how can I guarantee it!! I'm not a camera."

"So it depends on your wisdom."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

******
"Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball, and he was heavily marked by the opponent."

There was a smile on the corner of Pochettino's mouth. He had already told his team members that Ronaldo could let it go, but Tang Zhenglong had to keep an eye on him, and he could be rough when necessary.

Tang Zhenglong took the ball and ran for 20 meters. He estimated that the opponent was about to kick him, so he immediately passed the ball to Di Maria.

Then the other party pushed Tang Zhenglong once, Tang Zhenglong immediately fell to the ground, stretched out his foot and hooked back.

The other party was dumbfounded.

"What are you doing?"

"..."

"It's nothing, I suddenly have an itchy back."

The other party was dumbfounded, "Don't tell me, are you going to scratch your back with your feet?"

"is it not OK?"

"..."

Tang Zhenglong looked at the camera, didn't pay attention to himself at all, and quickly got up to continue the game.

"It's ugly, and I'm not a gymnast, so my flexibility isn't that good at all." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

The game continues.

Pochettino's heart is as stable as Mount Tai, but Mourinho is a little anxious.

"Goal, goal."

The biggest name of the Spaniard is No. 10 Luis Garcia in the team. Tang Zhenglong took the ball from the wing, and he posted it immediately.

Tang Zhenglong was already annoyed to death by him.

Accelerate with the ball, and as soon as the speed rises, Garcia shovels over.

Tang Zhenglong was shoveled to the ground.

then……

Mourinho rushed over angrily, but at first glance, Tang Zhenglong actually...

"What is this guy doing?"

Tang Zhenglong is "fighting the carp".

Garcia was stunned.

"Your back itches again."

Everyone was stunned, but Pochettino was sober, he knew what Tang Zhenglong meant, because he used to be an Argentine international.

"You bastard, what do you mean?"

Garcia was taken aback for a moment, he was young after all.

"Boss, he has an itchy back."

"Fuck you, he's copying Beckham, the 1998 World Cup."

Garcia didn't know, he was still a child in 1998, how could he remember that scene?
The referee came running.

Pochettino complained that Tang Zhenglong was mocking his opponent and deserved a yellow card.

Tang Zhenglong insisted that his back was itchy.

The referee is also sweating.

He had officiated Tang Zhenglong's game last season, and knew that Tang Zhenglong was a weirdo, but he didn't expect Tang Zhenglong's "illness" to worsen this season.

Pochettino said angrily: "Okay, you scratch it for me now, as long as you scratch it, I will leave the stadium immediately."

"Really?"

Pochettino nodded.

"As long as I can scratch my back with my sneakers, you will leave the court immediately?"

"Yes."

"It's a word."

Tang Zhenglong took off his sneakers and scratched his back.

Pochettino was dumbfounded.

"that's it?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "You said, as long as my sneakers can scratch my back."

"I'm not……"

"Referee, you heard it." Tang Zhenglong laughed.

Unexpectedly, the referee directly gave him a yellow card.

"why?"

"Should I change to a red one?"

Pochettino gloated from the sidelines.

"You warned verbally."

"Why?"

The referee pointed to the outside of the court, "Then get out immediately."

……

*****
Real Madrid's free kick.

The Spaniards all returned to the penalty area humiliatingly, and hoarded in the small penalty area.

"Is this shameful?" Mourinho said angrily.

Pochettino is shameless, he is going to push Real Madrid.

In this case, the population density in the restricted area is so high that it is impossible to open the situation.

Alonso's curve ball went in, and the Spaniard grabbed the first point again.

"Can not be done!!!"

Ronaldo clenched his fists.

"Tang Zhenglong, come on."

"Come on? There are so many people, how can I cheer?"

"Didn't you see it? The opponent just wants to push us."

Tang Zhenglong nodded, "I know, but what should I do? It may be better in the second half, and the opponent's physical fitness is not good."

Mourinho was brainstorming.

As a head coach, it is certain to face dense defense, but how to deal with it is a difficult problem.

"Long shot?"

too many people.

"A long pass?"

Benzema is not your traditional English centre-forward.

"Tang Zhenglong?"

Mourinho had an idea.

"Tang Zhenglong, come here."

"what?"

"Tang, there are so many people in the opponent's restricted area, do you think if someone accidentally bumps into you, will it make you fall?"

"..."

"Boss, are you asking me to flop?"

"No."

Tang Zhenglong understood.

"But the problem is that I'm already on the referee's blacklist, and diving doesn't work anymore."

……

"Then you should be more sincere!!!"

"sincere?"

The two paused for 10 seconds.

"Boss, I'll try my best, but if I'm sent off, it's considered a work-related injury, and I'll be subsidized."

……

"Can!!"

"That's good."

******
Real Madrid's corner kick, Garcia came again.

"Don't waste your efforts, it is impossible to give you a chance with a set kick."

"really?"

"You said it would be fun if I flopped?"

Garcia laughed and said, "You flopped? You don't know that you've been blacklisted by the referee. It's fine if I really push you now."

"Damn!! You dare to push me to try."

Garcia pushed, and Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground.

Garcia laughed, and the referee ran over and took out a yellow card.

"Get up, the referee judged you for diving, and another yellow card."

(End of this chapter)