big mouth ball king

Chapter 985 The Butterfly Effect
A butterfly flapping its wings in South America can trigger a tornado in North America.

This is the butterfly effect.

After the game, when many people looked back at the game, they realized that Han Peng's goal was too important, and he was the butterfly.

After conceding the ball, Zhao Guanglai started to gamble.

Koreans are very arrogant, they will not allow themselves to lose to their former defeat - China.

The South Korean team's offense began to press up, and it was a bit risky, Zhu Guanghu saw the clues.

Or... kill the stick?
Before the match, Zhu Guanghu would never allow himself to underestimate the enemy, because a proud soldier must be defeated, this is what his ancestors said.

but now……

Zhu Guanghu's eyes drifted back and forth on the court, and suddenly saw Tang Zhenglong.

"Director Zhu, do you want to kill the stick?"

Zhu Guanghu was shocked.

"Why do we telepathize?"

"do not doubt."

In fact, it wasn't telepathy, Tang Zhenglong's little expression was cheap, and it made him sick at first glance. Zhu Guanghu just knew him too well.

Zhu Guanghu thought for a while, then nodded.

"Dry!!"

*******
"Park Ji-sung's header, the South Korean team hit too hard, the Chinese team held on." Duan Xuan sweated for the Chinese team.

Of the last 10 shots, 8 were dedicated by Koreans.

At 35 minutes, the Koreans were a little tired, and the Chinese team's chance came.

It was still captain Zheng Zhi, who made a long pass to find Tang Zhenglong.

This time Tang Zhenglong was rude, Park Ji-sung attacked, and he was not in his position, only Cha Du-ri was left.

Tang Zhenglong pretended to pass the ball to Qu Bo, and at the moment Qu Bo accelerated, Tang Zhenglong smashed the ball and changed direction.

As a result, Cha Duli was completely shaken away.

After the sudden pass, Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball all the way, and the Korean defense line had no time to retreat.

Tang Zhenglong broke into the restricted area.

"Brother Long, give it to me!"

Tang Zhenglong didn't even look at it, and shot decisively with his right foot.

On the right side of the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong's Fudi shot into the near corner of the goal, but the goalkeeper did not respond.

GOOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

2 to 0.

Before Tang Zhenglong rushed to the stands of South Korean fans, he took off his jersey, tidied up his jerseys, and pointed the number 10 at the fans.

Korean fans scolded violently.

"Xiba."

"roll."

"Xiba."

South Korean players ran over, "Please stop provoking."

Tang Zhenglong just smiled slightly, "On the court, the winner is king."

"You haven't won yet!!" the Korean said angrily.

Park Ji-sung pushed away his teammates, and went up to negotiate with Tang Zhenglong alone—"Stop provoking, it's inappropriate for you to do this."

"Why don't I think that? I only know that only those who win on the court have the right to speak."

The South Korean players grinned one by one, "We must get it back."

"must!!!"

The more anxious the Koreans are, the more problems there will be on the court. Even the seasoned Park Ji-sung made several mistakes.

"what happened!!"

The head coach of the South Korean team is also a little impatient. The performance of the players is very different from usual.

The first half ended 0-2.

At the beginning of the second half, South Korea was the main attacker and the Chinese team was the main defender. However, it seemed that South Korea's offense was chaotic.

Ji Chengyong also lost his composure, passing the ball directly to the goalkeeper's arms a few times.

60 minutes in the second half.

The Chinese team played a fast break again. This time, it was Qu Bo who dribbled the ball to break through from the side, went down to the bottom line, and passed back to the penalty area. Tang Zhenglong rushed to the goal and scored the ball into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

The South Korean bench knelt down.

0 to 3.

Lost.

Lost.

South Korea's Red Devils cheerleaders rarely leave early.

A large number of fans wearing red jerseys began to leave the stadium.

"Some South Korean fans left early."

"Is the Asian Cup over?"

The camera showed several AFC bigwigs in the stands, they seemed to be discussing something, the king of Asian football should be born.

After the game, the South Korean media also bombarded the head coach. Why was he so impatient when the game was 0-1? It was not necessary at all.

In the 80th minute of the game, Tang Zhenglong scored from a free kick.

4 to 0! !
This is also the final score. Tang Zhenglong stretched out three fingers. At this time, the Korean fans did not respond to Tang Zhenglong's provocation, as if they were waiting to be beaten.

competition is over.

The Chinese team defended the Asian Cup champion.

Tang Zhenglong was very gracious after the game, and ran over to comfort the sad Park Ji-sung.

"Don't cry, maybe we will become teammates."

"You big liar."

"Hahaha."

"But I mean it, and I hope to be friends with you."

"Then you still scold us."

"Put on the jersey, I represent the country, now I represent myself."

On the other side, Han Peng found his mobile phone.

"Mom and Dad, I won the championship and I'm in Doha."

"We watched the live broadcast."

"Bring us back a lawn."

"..."

"Dad, I'm afraid it won't work."

"It doesn't work!!"

Han Peng almost died of sweat.

"Okay, I won't chat with you anymore, I'm going to the awards ceremony."

******
AFC President Harman.

He took over the Asian Cup champion from Miss Manners, which is the highest honor in Asia.

Zheng Zhi walked towards Harman.

"congratulations."

"Thank you, Mr. Chairman."

Zheng Zhi received the Asian Cup championship trophy.

"Longlong, come here."

Tang Zhenglong held one half, Zheng Zhi held the other half.

"I count one, two, three."

One.

two.

three.

champion! ! !

Here comes the champagne.

You can see that the Europeans won the trophy and really drank champagne with the trophy, so let's do it once.

Han Peng poured champagne into the Asian cup.

"What do you think it tastes like?"

"It tastes like champagne, otherwise?"

"I don't know, I'll go first."

Han Peng took a sip.

"Sure enough, it tastes like champagne."

Hahaha.

"Brother Long, come here."

"I don't want it, it has your saliva on it."

puff.

Hahaha.

"I'm not sick."

"how could I know."

Everyone laughed.

Li Tie ran over, "We took a group photo."

The whole team took a group photo with the trophy, Zhu Guanghu smiled the happiest, and he was about to leave.

The next day, Zhu Guanghu resigned as the head coach of the Chinese team due to physical reasons, and the Football Association expressed its gratitude for his contribution to the national football team.

******
Doha airport.

The small plane waiting for Tang Zhenglong is about to take off.

Han Peng and several teammates came to see him off.

"Brother Long, it's really hard to part with us again."

"Me too."

"Or, you take me to Real Madrid."

"Hehe, you think too much."

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong hugged everyone.

"Let's go, let's call."

The plane took off, circled over Doha, and then flew towards Madrid.

"stop looking."

Fermina laughed.

"Don't look at it."

Tang Zhenglong looked away.

"Fermina, I have a question."

"what?"

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "Have you tried... the camera shock?"

"I've heard private jet beds are soft."

"Don't make me drop you."

puff.

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

(End of this chapter)