Chapter 954
Real Madrid's middle road is as congested as it is during the evening rush hour on the capital's third ring road.

Messi takes the ball to the wing.

Tang Zhenglong shouted, "Curly hair, prevent him from dying."

Marcelo Khan, "I want you to teach?"

Messi pretended to break through, and suddenly buckled his ankle. He looked into the penalty area.

Villa is in place.

Give it a try.

A left-footed curve ball passed into the penalty area.

The ball was passed to Villa, but it seemed to be a bit too late.

Villa carried Pepe with his back.

"Hehe, what else can you do?"

I saw Villa jumped up with his back.

"Could it be that this guy wants to hook up to the sky? Is the young football player watching too much?"

In this case, the barb is the most appropriate choice, but appropriate does not mean easy.

The barb is very difficult, if you are not a professional player, don't imitate it, otherwise you may die.

Villa hooked the ball.

Camp Nou was quiet for a second, this ball is either a classic or a joke.

The editors of World Football are also waiting. This goal will either enter the "Top [-] Classic Goals" or "Crazy Football", making the fans laugh.

Cassie moved two steps and knew it was bad. An excellent goalkeeper is very accurate in judging the path of the ball, and the ball was hanging.

The moment the ball flew into the goal.

Barcelona fans all over the world exploded.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Guardiola showed an expression of disbelief.

The commentator said with a smile: "This ball is definitely comparable to Tang Zhenglong's zero-angle goal. The suspense of the best goal in La Liga is back."

Guardiola rushed to Mourinho.

"This is football and those goals you score are P."

Mourinho was also angry.

"Death bald, do you have a zero score in mathematics, and we are still ahead now."

"Hehe, to be able to score such a fairy ball, I am willing to lose, because this will become eternity."

"Hehe, you are dreaming, but Tang Zhenglong's zero-angle shot is the most beautiful."

The two quarreled, and the more they quarreled, the more fierce they became, and they even started to push back.

Guardiola pushed Mourinho with his nose, and the latter did not show weakness, and immediately pushed back.

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong suddenly appeared.

"The two bosses calm down."

"..."

Guardiola looked at Tang Zhenglong, "Why do you always have you!! Are you playing football or persuading fights?"

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "I'm also doing it for the sake of the two bosses. If you fight, you will be fined."

Guardiola kicked up and kicked in the air. He controlled his strength well and 100% would not kick Tang Zhenglong.

Unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong let out a cry, and then fell to the ground.

……

……

Guardiola was stunned. He had met someone who touched China on the court, but Tang Zhenglong might be the first one who touched the opponent's coach.

"Jose, look, what is this?"

Mourinho pretended not to know.

"Who told you to kick him?"

"I didn't, I was false kicking."

"Hehe, he is Tang Zhenglong, does it matter whether you make a fake kick or a real kick?"

……

The referee came.

"what happened?"

Guardiola said it exactly.

"The referee is real."

"I believe!!"

……

……

It feels great to be trusted.

"Referee, thank you for trusting me."

"Don't be so sentimental, I don't trust you, I don't trust Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong was about to die of anger, and slowly got up.

"Damn, Jose, I'm going to transfer and leave. I can't stay in La Liga. I want to go back to the Premier League. The referees there are better."

Mourinho comforted Tang Zhenglong, "Tang, your acting skills have encountered temporary difficulties. Many actors have this stage, such as Leonardo DiCaprio."

"He was lost a few years after he finished playing "Titanic", and it took a long time to find his new self."

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

Guardiola was stunned. Should the conversation between the two take place on the football field?

"Forget it, I'd better leave silently, it's too weird."

*******
At 0-3, the Barcelona fans were fidgeting like an online novel writer whose network cable was suddenly unplugged.

Now it is 2 to 3, Barcelona fans are like an online novel writer who was suddenly rewarded with 100 million rewards and revived in place.

"Barcelona."

"Barcelona."

"Barcelona."

Camp Nou sounded Barcelona, ​​Barcelona's shouts.

On the pitch, Barcelona was also excited.

Especially the club king, every time he takes the ball, Real Madrid will feel tremendous pressure.

Mourinho couldn't be arrogant anymore, he called Khedira, "Stop attacking, keep an eye on Messi, at least create huge trouble for him."

Khedira nodded.

The pressure on Messi to get the ball is increasing, but he can always distribute the ball just right and pose a threat.

Mores is close to Mourinho.

"Jose, the situation is not very good."

"I know."

"Do you want to change?"

"There can be no substitutions now."

After thinking about it, Mourinho said, "Call Tang Zhenglong."

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"You find a way to reverse the situation."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"I think of a way? Boss, I'm not the head coach."

"Don't I know?"

"Why don't you loosen your belt."

……

……

"Boss, I'm not a cowboy, do you loosen your belts casually?"

……

……

Mourinho almost vomited blood.

"Don, this is the National Derby. I've blown away the bullshit. If I can't win, I will be laughed to death by the reporters."

"..."

"Then I'll give it a try, but I don't make any guarantees."

"can."

******
Busquets approached Tang Zhenglong.

"Why is your boss looking for you?"

"He said let me...loosen my belt."

"Are you saying this is human language?"

Busquets Khan died, it seems that Real Madrid's condition is very serious.

"By the way, does Messi have any weaknesses?"

"Haha, do you think I'll tell you?"

……

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Messi dribbled the ball, first feinted, Marcelo pounced in the wrong direction, Messi dribbled through, and then cut directly inside.

Ramos is so angry, it's too easy for Marcelo to get past.

Ramos is also a ruthless character. It is impossible for Messi to easily pass Ramos one-on-one.

Messi glanced away and dribbled the ball to the baseline.

"Does he want to shoot, or does he want to pass?"

With a big head, Ramos can't figure out Messi. This kind of king-level striker is full of infinite possibilities.

This time Messi is about to shoot.

Standing on the left foot, shooting with the right foot.

Messi's main foot is his left foot, but his right foot is also very strong.

Ramos slides the shovel again.

The ball is blocked out of the baseline.

Messi rushed to the referee and kept patting his arm.

"Referee, he handballed."

At this time, the line judge also came to speak.

The atmosphere is tense, is this a penalty?

Mourinho crouched on the ground, praying it wasn't a penalty.

After a brief communication with the linesman, the referee ran to Ramos and gave him a yellow card.

The audience burst into flames.

That means a penalty! !

(End of this chapter)

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