big mouth ball king

Chapter 950 I Don't Want to Pick Up Water Bottles
before the game.

locker room.

in the bathroom.

Mourinho found Tang Zhenglong.

"What? Makes me sick of Barcelona?"

"Precisely to disturb the mentality of Barcelona."

"Simply disgusting is fine."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"I'm sorry, I'm handsome and never disgusting."

In fact, the "disgusting tactics" have a long history.

The closest thing is the World Cup in South Africa. Ivory Coast's Keita disgusted Brazil's Kaka, which eventually caused Kaka to lose control of his emotions and was sent off with a red card.

Far away, Camp Nou fans threw pigs at Figo.

Mourinho patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Don, don't look at me being arrogant outside, but in fact I am also a person, and I am also afraid."

"Are you afraid of losing the national derby?"

"Ah."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "Boss, I know, but I will never disgust my opponent."

"That?"

"I use my ability to make my opponent vomit."

puff! !

Isn't that the same! ! !

*****
On the pitch, Real Madrid gets a corner kick.

Players from both sides came into the penalty area.

Tang Zhenglong drank the water and deliberately threw the water bottle on the ground.

Valdes saw it.

"Where did you get the water bottle?"

The crowd looked.

You look at me, I look at you.

"Who's going to pick it up?"

"I'll go." Tang Zhenglong volunteered.

As soon as Tang Zhenglong bent down, he suddenly stopped picking it up.

"Hehe, forget it, I feel like I'm picking up soap."

"I'm not used to bending over in front of so many people."

……

……

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Puyol asked stupidly, "Don, have you ever been in prison?"

puff.

"You've just been in jail!!!"

"Then why do you know how to pick up soap?"

"Watch the movie, The Shawshank Redemption."

Everyone looked at each other.

This is how to do?
The referee came over, "What are you doing in a daze?"

"Referee, there is a water bottle on the ground."

"Pick it up."

"..."

"Such a matter, do you still want me to come in person?"

The referee bent down, not knowing why, Tang Zhenglong didn't mention it, everyone thought it was nothing, but when Tang Zhenglong said that, everyone always thought it was weird.

A few minutes later, Real Madrid's free kick.

Tang Zhenglong pointed to the ground.

"Whose water bottle?"

"Nima!!"

This time the referee was rude and pointed at Puyol, "Go and pick it up."

"Referee, I refuse."

"Okay, yellow card."

……

Puyol can only go to pick it up.

"What are you looking at? I'm embarrassed, okay?"

puff.

A few minutes later, Real Madrid's corner kick, this time Puyol paid attention in advance, he wanted to see who was so wicked and threw a water bottle in the penalty area.

"Okay, it's really you!!!"

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"Look, everyone, it's him."

Barcelona players gathered around.

"Come to the Barcelona dressing room at halftime and we'll let you pick up soap for 15 minutes."

……

……

"Don't mess around, I'm from Real Madrid."

"Really? We like to let the people of Real Madrid pick up the soap."

The referee saw that it was endless, right?

"Does the water bottle at Camp Nou grow legs?"

Puyol pointed to Tang Zhenglong, "The person who threw the water bottle has been found, and it is him."

Eleven people in Barcelona pointed at Tang Zhenglong.

"It's you?"

"no."

"Okay, whether it's you or not, you pick it up this time."

The Barcelona players grinned.

"Hehe, come on, let's form a circle and watch him pick it up."

Nima, do you want to go too far?

"Pick it up, pick it up quickly."

Tang Zhenglong pinched it with both feet, and then lifted it up.

……

……

Puyol was stunned, "Why didn't I expect this to happen just now??"

"Haha, referee, I picked it up."

yellow card.

……

"Referee, I have picked it up according to your request, why is it still a yellow card?"

"You disrupted the order of the game time and time again, it would be considered polite to give you a yellow card."

……

When Tang Zhenglong made such a fuss, the Barcelona players felt like they had a thorn in their hearts. Whenever someone stood behind them, they always felt weird.

******
Real Madrid's corner kick.

Puyol stood behind Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong walked around and came behind Puyol.

It was nothing, but...

"No, you are not allowed to be behind me."

"Why?"

Tang Zhenglong smirked and said, "Did you think of some sad past?"

……

……

Puyol was shaking with anger.

It is said that X is good for prosperity, but Tang Zhenglong is X straight for crooked.

"Anyway, you can't be in front of me."

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "Silly X, I'd better be in front of you."

Puyol was already confused, it was all Tang Zhenglong's fault.

Alonso took a corner kick, and Puyol suddenly realized, but Tang Zhenglong's position was already stuck.

Unless he fouls, that's likely going to be the red dot package.

The ball accurately found Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong easily headed the ball into the near corner of the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Mourinho jumped up, wantonly provoking the home fans.

booooooooooo.

The audience booed like thunder.

"roll."

The middle finger is flying all over the sky.

"Portuguese dog, get out."

The scene exploded.

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"Jose, do you want me to die?"

Originally, Mourinho was not provocative, he could silence the Barcelona fans, but now it is adding fuel to the fire, and he is likely to receive a yellow card.

And he already has a yellow card.

"system!!!"

"Don't cry."

Tang Zhenglong rushed to the sidelines and gestured to shut up. Barcelona fans saw it and came one more time.

booooooooooo! !
The scene completely exploded.

The Barcelona bench players rushed up and surrounded Tang Zhenglong and Mourinho.

"This is Camp Nou, it's not your turn to be arrogant."

Mourinho was also a little panicked.

Tang Zhenglong moved closer to his ear.

"I count one, two, three, lie down and roll."

"one……"

"what!"

Mourinho slowed down, "Ah!!!"

The Barcelona players are stunned, we haven't done anything yet.

The referee came.

Tang Zhenglong grabbed a handful of grass and slapped Mourinho on the face.

"Referee, they hit my boss."

"Woooooo, it's okay for you to hit me, but Jose is so old and has severe osteoporosis, so you can do it."

"Referee, don't listen to his nonsense, we haven't hit him yet."

"Referee, listen, they admitted it."

The referee signaled the Barcelona players to disperse.

"Jose, are you okay?"

"Fortunately, I blocked it, otherwise Jose would have been beaten to death." Tang Zhenglong laughed bitterly.

It's not the first day for the referee to know Tang Zhenglong. Doesn't this guy just want to escape the yellow card?Acting really like ah.

But there is no way, Barcelona is stupid, if they don't rush up, then Mourinho and Tang Zhenglong will all end up.

"Referee, I bravely protect the elderly, should I be rewarded?"

"Well, how about a yellow card?"

"..."

"Tang Zhenglong, don't forget, you are the focus of La Liga referees."

Tang Zhenglong's whole body is not well.

This is discrimination.

"Stop causing trouble, Tang Zhenglong!"

(End of this chapter)