big mouth ball king

Chapter 952 Fried meatballs
One slow motion of the left foot, and a replay of the slow motion of the right foot.

Tang Zhenglong slammed the ball with his left foot to his right foot, and then... a tragedy.

Because of incoordination, he stepped on the ball with his right foot.

Pia a few.

Tang Zhenglong slapped the ground.

Busquets was stunned, he had a faint feeling of being touched by someone.

That feeling is like driving a super sports car and meeting an old lady who fell to the ground on the Second Ring Road.

"Referee, he dived."

The referee runs to the linesman.

"What happened to Tang Zhenglong?"

"Looks like a flop."

The referee shook his head, "Impossible, I have seen Tang Zhenglong's acting skills before, and they are not so clumsy."

"That is?"

"I'll ask."

******
"What!!! Are you making fried meatballs?"

"You must be expired oil."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"Referee, you are quite humorous."

Busquets let out a long breath, "I thought you were diving."

Depend on! ! !
Tang Zhenglong jumped up.

"You can see that I'm flopping? Who are you insulting?"

Busquets looked at the referee, "Boss, can you bear this?"

The referee shrugged, "This guy is hateful, but he can always walk on the edge of the law. I have to say that he is a smart villain."

Busquets nodded, thinking: "How about I go to college too?"

******
"Master, you have fried the meatballs twice and failed. You are going to get smaller."

"..."

"Don't, I'll keep working hard."

But croquettes are really difficult and require great coordination skills, which are definitely not something that can be mastered in a few minutes.

One slow motion of the left foot, and a replay of the slow motion of the right foot.

One slow motion of the left foot, and a replay of the slow motion of the right foot.

"Don, what are you doing?"

Tang Zhenglong looked at Mourinho.

"Fried meatballs."

"Stop it."

Tang Zhenglong didn't want to, but if he didn't do it, he would become smaller.

Tang Zhenglong found the referee.

"Referee, I fell in this game, 100% was not a flop, I was practicing fried meatballs."

"Why did you tell me in advance?"

"It's like this. I need to practice with Busquets, so I'm afraid you may misunderstand."

Busquets also heard this, and immediately became angry.

"Tang Zhenglong, have I become your training partner?"

"..."

The referee patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "Fortunately, I'm about to retire."

"What does this mean?"

"I don't need to see you again in the future."

"..."

"Do you know how many La Liga referees choose to enforce La Liga because of you?"

Tang Zhenglong was unhappy, really unhappy.

*******
Busquets found Guardiola.

"Boss, can you stop asking me to defend Tang Zhenglong!!!"

"Why? You're doing great."

"That bastard took me as a training partner, and he used me to practice fried meatballs."

"..."

"Anyway, it's good to be able to prevent it."

"He's humiliating me."

Guardiola immediately became angry.

"You still feel humiliated? Look at the big screen, what is the score now!!"

"I'm warning you, if Tang Zhenglong passes by your point again, I'll show you some color."

******
One slow motion of the left foot, and a replay of the slow motion of the right foot.

Busquets looked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Can you stop the fried balls?"

"Can not be done!!"

"That's good! You just make standard croquettes."

"I want to too, but I need practice."

Busquets vomited three liters of blood.

"There are so many beautiful technologies in the world, why do you have to fry meatballs?"

Tang Zhenglong also died of sweat, this cannot be said, otherwise Han Peng will be sad if he is not powerful.

"You control me! Why should I explain to you."

******
Pia a few.

Pia a few.

Pia a few.

Tang Zhenglong shot the ground continuously.

Busquets stood with his arms folded.

"Don, you're too polite. I'm not the king of Spain. I'm ashamed of you kneeling so many times."

"Then get out of the way."

On the sidelines, Guardiola also wondered, what is Tang Zhenglong doing?

"Conspiracy?"

Guardiola reminded Busquets to pay attention, but Busquets no longer cared about Tang Zhenglong.

******
China.

a city.

a certain composer.

He is watching the game.

I haven't had any good work lately.

"Writing songs is so difficult. If I had known this, I would have played football back then. Maybe I would be like Tang Zhenglong. I already had a girl, money, and a house."

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is two hundred and fifty.

Suddenly he saw Tang Zhenglong's fake action.

One slow motion of the left foot, and a replay of the slow motion of the right foot.

"One slow motion on the left foot, and a slow motion replay on the right foot."

"One slow motion on the left foot, and a slow motion replay on the right foot."

In an instant, inspiration bursts out.

"Wouldn't it be great if I changed it to follow my left hand in slow motion and my right hand to replay in slow motion?"

He is happy.

Unexpectedly, watching football inspired me to write songs.

"Tang Zhenglong, thank you, I will always support you."

Later, this song was sung by three boys, and it is said that it was also on the Spring Festival Gala.

******
Tang Zhenglong didn't know what happened in China, he only knew that fried meatballs were difficult.

"System, can I make a request?"

"what?"

"Play photos of Fermina, Claudia, Emma, ​​Linda, Kaya, Alia in the system."

"why?"

"For their happiness, I will complete the task even if I die."

……

……

System freezes.

******
Alonso took the ball, and he looked at it. He didn't want to pass the ball to Tang Zhenglong even if he killed him, but he couldn't help it. Now Barcelona didn't defend him, and they all defended Ronaldo.

"Tang, I believe you one last time, don't waste another chance."

When the ball came over, Busquets rolled his eyes, "Okay, you can rest now."

Tang Zhenglong stepped on the ball with his left foot, and immediately followed with his right foot.

Busquets' heart skipped a beat.

It seems different this time.

It feels a lot smoother.

"Hey, it seems to be successful."

Tang Zhenglong quickly broke through with the ball, Busquets was stunned, Tang Zhenglong had already entered the penalty area.

"Hahaha."

"Girls, don't worry, Tang Zhenglong is still the same Tang Zhenglong, Ouye."

Barcelona's defense had completely given up on Tang Zhenglong, so no one was watching Tang Zhenglong at this time. Facing Valdez, Tang Zhenglong passed the ball.

“Another fried meatball!!!”

The commentators were stunned.

Tang Zhenglong fried meatballs twice in a row, passing Busquets and goalkeeper Valdes respectively.

Now it's empty.

Tang Zhenglong pushed the ball into the empty goal.

GOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Camp Nou was dumbfounded.

The camera is shown to Mourinho, his hands are spread out, like a king being worshiped by everyone.

booooooooooo.

The boos are like applause.

Mourinho showed his iconic smirk, he was proud, 3-0.

Mourinho pointed to Gua Shuai and shook his index finger.

"You can't."

This is the subtext.

The Barcelona bench was furious again, and Guashuai stopped his players. He knew that Mourinho was hoping for a conflict.

"We need to calm down now!"

(End of this chapter)