big mouth ball king

Chapter 971
Li Tie approached Zhu Guanghu, "Boss, why do I have an ominous premonition, will the other party blackmail us?"

"Hehe, you didn't catch up with the black 3 minutes back then, how black is West Asia?"

"Let me tell you, as dark as their skin."

puff.

Li Tiehan died.

On the field, the Korean referee's standards are also amazing. It is a foul for the Chinese team to touch the Qataris, but if the opponent kicks a Chinese team player, the referee will be much more relaxed.

"How much money did this damn stick charge the Qataris?"

"Zhenglong, don't talk about it one by one. If you are heard, it must be a red card." Zheng Zhi reminded.

Tang Zhenglong shut his mouth.

"I'm not calling anymore."

******
"what!!"

The Qataris were taken aback.

"I haven't kicked you yet, what are you shouting?"

"I know you want to kick me, right?"

"But the problem is that I haven't kicked you yet."

"Is it possible that I still wait for you to kick me? I'm not a Korean fool."

When the Qatari heard it, he laughed and went to the referee to complain.

"Referee, he said you are a Korean fool."

The referee found Tang Zhenglong, "Did you really say that?"

"Of course not."

The Qataris were outraged.

"By Allah, you dare to lie?"

"I really didn't say anything."

The South Korean referee estimated that Tang Zhenglong must have said it, but there was no recording, so he had nothing to do.

"Don, I warn you to be honest, otherwise I don't care if you are a Real Madrid star or not."

"I know."

Tang Zhenglong scolded in his heart, but he had no choice. As a professional player, on the court, he could only obey the referee, even if he was a hateful stick.

******
Zheng Zhi took the ball in the midfield, this is the midfield brain of the Chinese team.

Qu Bo and Han Peng were running, and both of them were in good positions, but at this moment they suddenly saw Tang Zhenglong waving.

Zheng Zhi still trusts Tang Zhenglong more.

With a straight kick, Tang Zhenglong paused first. After bringing down the opponent's center of gravity, Tang Zhenglong accelerated again and passed the Qatari defender.

This is great, Qatar's defensive line is not protected enough, Tang Zhenglong can directly form a single sword.

Just when Tang Zhenglong was about to kick, the Qatari shoveled over.

The Qatari's foot touched Tang Zhenglong's first before touching the ball.

"Penalty!!"

Zhu Guanghu yelled from the sidelines.

"It's definitely a penalty."

The head coach of Qatar was shaking his fingers, indicating that this was not a penalty, but a flop by Tang Zhenglong.

The Qataris surrounded the referee.

"Referee, that guy likes to flop, he must be flopping."

The referee signaled Tang Zhenglong to get up, and then gave him a yellow card.

"Diving."

Tang Zhenglong's lungs were about to explode, and several teammates held him down, otherwise it would be a tragedy.

"Don't stop me, this is no longer a black whistle, this is a black ball."

"Don, bear with it, we are competing now, what can you do?"

"Damn stick, such an obvious tackle, he actually said I flopped."

"Nimma's!!!"

Li Tie suggested that Zhu Guanghu replace Tang Zhenglong.

"Boss, in this situation, the Koreans want to hack Zhenglong. I think it's better to replace him. It's just a group match. With our strength, it should be no problem to win Uzbekistan in the last match."

Zhu Guanghu thought for a while, "I believe in Zhenglong's strength, and I also believe in his brain. It's not that easy for the Koreans to hack him."

Li Tie is dubious, can Tang Zhenglong really hold back?
*******
"Brother Long, bear with it, at most we will curse the dead stick after the game."

Tang Zhenglong patted Han Peng and smiled.

"Don't worry, I understand, I won't lose control, I'm from Real Madrid, okay?"

"The most important thing for you now is to get me a free kick in front of the box."

"Free kick? Why?"

"It's useful."

"Oh."

Five minutes later, the Chinese team got a free kick.

The head coach of Qatar thumped in his heart. He remembered the amazing scene he saw in Asbel two days ago. Tang Zhenglong blasted a wooden board with his kick.

"Remind our players, protect the key parts, this guy's free kick is very violent."

Very violent?
Everyone has also watched Tang Zhenglong play football, and it feels okay.

Tang Zhenglong walked over to set up the ball, smiled inwardly, and aimed at Said who scored the goal.

"You're out of luck."

Run up, shoot.

A burst shot.

The ball really hit the Qataris like a cannonball, and then...

"Team doctor."

"Come to the team doctor."

When the team doctor came in, Saeed said that he couldn't hold on any longer, and his ribs seemed to be broken.

Qatar can only substitute.

The Qataris all stared angrily, knowing that Tang Zhenglong did it on purpose, but...it was legal.

"Referee, you won't give me another yellow card because I took a free kick with more strength?"

The referee was furious.

"Tang Zhenglong, I warn you, you have made a huge mistake, and those who challenge the referee's authority will have no good results."

"Referee, I respect you very much. I just have a little stronger foot. How about I apologize to them."

Tang Zhenglong ran to Qatar's bench.

"What are you doing here?"

"I want to apologize to the player who was kicked off by me just now."

Qatar's bench players are all angry, is this an apology?This is clearly a provocation.

"Go away, don't force me to hit you."

"Fuck, I'm kind enough to apologize. Why are you doing this? It's too much."

The head coach of Qatar pushed Tang Zhenglong, "I advise you not to make trouble, otherwise there will be no good results."

"Ha ha."

"You all be careful, don't give me a free kick, otherwise..."

"..."

After 5 minutes, the Chinese team won a free kick.

All of a sudden, the Qataris tensed up, and Tang Zhenglong's free kick was like a cannonball. Who would want to be bombarded by a cannonball, that would be a miserable feeling.

Tang Zhenglong first found Qu Bo and muttered a few words, and then set the ball up.

"hey-hey."

Qataris are pushing back.

"You go to the human wall."

"Why should I go?"

"You go."

"I dont go."

They don't know that Tang Zhenglong's violent free kick can only be used once a game.

"Hurry up and line up the wall, I'm ready to shoot."

The Qataris have a feeling of pissing, Said has already gone down, will another one go down?
"Hurry up, there are a few more people on the human wall."

The referee is also sweating, this is the first time he has encountered such a request.

Qatar was twitching, and finally discharged a wall of five people.

Tang Zhenglong started the run-up.

The Qataris began to pray: "Bless me, I am not the one who died."

boom! !

what! !

Nima! !
It turned out that the bang came from Tang Zhenglong's mouth.

Looking again, Tang Zhenglong picked and passed to Qu Bo, who scored the ball without any defense.

GOOOOOOOOOOOAL.

The Chinese team equalized the score.

The Qataris were dumbfounded.

"What about the violent free kick that was agreed upon?"

(End of this chapter)