big mouth ball king

Chapter 927

On a rainy morning in 2006, Allegri came to the dining table and made a pot of coffee.

When I opened the newspaper, the Phonegate scandal appeared on the front page.

He knew that Italian football was in trouble and an era was over.

Calciopoli caused the entire Italian football, especially the giant clubs, to encounter a huge crisis. AC Milan has also changed from a top European team to a second-rate European team. Berlusconi even wanted to sell his team.

Allegri was lost in thought, when Kaka called him.

"Boss."

……

Allegri came to his senses, and the expectant faces in the locker room stared at him.

Allegri tapped the tactical board.

"Gattuso and Boateng can't play, our defense will be very difficult, Ambrosini, you have to be close to the back line and make up for the space in front of the penalty area."

"Yes."

Allegri nodded to the Frenchman Flamini, "You have to keep an eye on Tang Zhenglong."

"Yes."

"Okay, that's it."

Allegri came to the bathroom, washed his face, and Kaka followed.

"Boss, you look tired."

"Hehe, I'm distracted."

"Is it because of me?"

"Of course not, don't worry."

"That is……"

Allegri spread his hands, "I know that after 2006, it is impossible for Italian football to retain big-name superstars."

"But Italian football can't do that, what do you think?"

Kaka nodded.

"I want to win the Champions League again and let the world know that Italian football is alive."

Kaka clenched her fists, "This is my dream too."

"That's good."

Allegri understands that if Kaka leaves, the Champions League dream will be even more difficult.

Allegri patted Kaka on the shoulder, "Go."

******
The theme song of the Champions League sounded, and the blood of both sides was boiling.

After the pre-match greetings, the game officially began.

Ding sound.

Mission: Confess Barbara Berlusconi after scoring a goal.

Reward: The fourth Dragon Ball.

……

……

……

"System, I'm hurt."

"what happened?"

"I'm mad at you."

"..."

"This is the San Siro Stadium in Milan. You asked me to confess to the daughter of Milan boss Silvio Berlusconi, and after scoring a goal, isn't that killing me?"

"Are you going to accompany me to become the king of the ball? Does it count if you die?"

……

"Master, don't you think this is fun?"

"No."

"And even if the people in Milan don't kill me, those in Madrid won't spare me after I go back."

……

"Master, then you can refuse the mission."

Tang Zhenglong immediately remembered the punishment in the World Cup, the system is not a paper tiger, this guy is really showing off his power.

"System, what if I can't score?"

"The dragon ball will be given to you for free."

"real!!!!"

"However, the premise is that you can't feign injury, you can't deliberately go single-handedly, and you can't deliberately waste opportunities. In short, all intentional actions are against the rules."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, that is to say, it is a bit difficult not to score goals by ability.

"Ok."

Tang Zhenglong felt that at least it was much better than confessing to Barbara Berlusconi, that was really too much.

Flamini clings to Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong patted him, "Can I ask you something."

"what?"

"Kick me down with one kick, but be gentle, preferably with the kind of strength that makes me injured for a week."

Flamini was stunned, how despicable is this man?
"I won't be fooled, Boateng was killed by you."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned for a moment.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm serious this time, just kick me, I promise not to tell the referee, I'll just say I threw it myself."

Flamini is going demented, what the hell is this guy doing?

So Flamini was careful when defending Tang Zhenglong, and never kicked him to avoid being sent off.

Tang Zhenglong saw that his opponent didn't kick him, so he thought: "If I fall down and twist my ankle, does that count as well?"

"Oh."

Tang Zhenglong threw himself on the ground.

"It's okay, shit, your body is so good, is it so easy to get hurt after nine times a night?"

Tang Zhenglong fell again.

The referee noticed Tang Zhenglong's abnormal behavior.

"What are you doing? Are you practicing flopping? Let me tell you, flopping is impossible in front of me."

……

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"Give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise a yellow card."

Tang Zhenglong saw that the referee was about to draw cards, so he had an idea.

"It's like this. I admire the San Siro stadium so much. This is the holy place for football players. I worship it."

Tang Zhenglong knelt down and kissed the lawn.

"Don't you think it's dirty?"

"Not dirty, the fragrance of the earth."

The referee had goosebumps all over his body, which was indeed a strange thing.

"Okay, don't fall, I know you like to flop."

"Referee, don't talk nonsense, okay? I never flop, that's all written by the media."

"Your diving case has been written into the UEFA referee manual, and we use your case in training."

DUANG! !
Boom! !

Five thunders struck the top! !
Woo woo woo.

"This is discrimination against Asians. Inzaghi also likes to dive, so why discriminate against me."

"I'm going to take UEFA to court."

"That's none of my business."

Since it is impossible for him to end up injured, Tang Zhenglong can only hope that his teammates will treat him like nothing. In this way, if he does not score a goal, he does not need to confess.

"Hahaha, I'm too smart."

Tang Zhenglong found Ronaldo, "Cristiano, you treat me like air in this ball, don't pass the ball to me."

"..."

"What do you mean?"

"It's literally."

Spanish and Italian have many words in common. Ronaldo thought, Tang Zhenglong said to himself in Spanish just now, it must be intentional for the opponent to hear, it must be deceiving the opponent, that is to say, what he really meant was to force himself to pass the ball to him.

"understood."

"That's good."

Tang Zhenglong began to walk on the sidewalk. Suddenly, Ronaldo made a breakthrough and passed to Tang Zhenglong's feet.

This kick was impartial, it just hit Tang Zhenglong's feet, and he was able to shoot directly.

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"Kenghuoluo, didn't you explain it clearly?"

Ronaldo winked at Tang Zhenglong, "I understand what you mean."

Tang Zhenglong recalled the story of "Wolf Comes", "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Lever L L L L, the teacher is right."

"How to do?"

"Master, if you miss the shot on purpose, it's against the rules."

The moment Tang Zhenglong kicked, Nesta shoveled over and shoveled the ball out of the baseline.

After getting up, Tang Zhenglong grabbed Nesta's hand.

"What are you doing?"

Nesta didn't understand, this guy moved me a lot.

"Thank you so much, I would have been miserable without your tackle."

DUANG!!
(End of this chapter)