big mouth ball king

Chapter 987 Spring Festival
At the end of the game, a middle-aged French man stood up. He was the head coach of Lyon-Claude Pierre.

No one noticed him at all.

He turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Lyon, Real Madrid's opponent in the quarter-finals of the Champions League. In the years when Real Madrid was called the Emperor Sixteen, they lost to Lyon several times.

The background of French football is very deep, and Lyon represents the highest level of French football, at least at the club level.

*******
It's snowing in Madrid.

Chinese New Year is coming soon.

"It's Spring Festival."

This year's Spring Festival Gala, the National Football Club will be on the show, and Tang Zhenglong will be connected at that time.

"Fermina, Emma, ​​Linda, Kaya, come quickly, let's make dumplings."

Making dumplings is not difficult. In the past few years when I lived with Tang Zhenglong, the girls made dumplings every year.

"Tang, what are you talking about when you connect later?"

"Just chatting."

"Can I be on camera?" Fermina laughed.

"Of course not."

"why?"

"no reason."

Wrap the dumplings, and the mini Luo will come after smelling the smell.

"This kid is just in time."

Every time there is something to eat, Mini Luo must be the first to come.

Linda first gave Mini Luo a bowl of dumplings.

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat."

At this time Tang Zhenglong's cell phone rang.

He patted Minilo's head.

"Be good, I'll answer the phone first."

"Oh."

Pick up the phone and turn on the video.

"Brother Long, I'm at the Spring Festival Gala. This is the host, Dong Qin."

Han Peng's big face occupies 80% of the screen.

"Hello everyone."

"Longlong, you are a hero of the Asian Cup. It's a pity that you still have to compete and can't come to the Spring Festival Gala."

"It's a bit of a pity. I wished everyone a New Year in Madrid."

"Have you eaten any dumplings?"

"Eat it, I wrapped it myself."

At this moment, Dong Qin noticed a small head appeared in the lower right corner of the video.

She was startled, it could be Tang Zhenglong's illegitimate son, I heard that Tang Zhenglong has many girlfriends.

However, the Spring Festival Gala was a live broadcast, so it was impossible for Dong Qin to ignore all of this and act as if nothing had happened.

"Longlong, who is that child?"

Tang Zhenglong took a look and reached out to touch it.

"Hahaha, Ronaldo's son, he came here after smelling the dumplings. We live next door."

Dong Qin breathed a sigh of relief, frightened to death, almost being the scene of a large-scale Spring Festival Gala rollover.

"Come on, say hello to everyone."

"Say, happy Chinese New Year."

"Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Haha."

Dong Qin returned the phone to Han Peng.

"New Year's greetings from all the National Football Team members and the audience."

"Happy New Year!!"

Backstage, Dong Qin wiped his sweat.

"Han Peng, this scared me to death. I thought it was Tang Zhenglong's illegitimate son."

"..."

"Brother Long isn't married yet."

"So it's an illegitimate child. I heard that Tang Zhenglong has many girlfriends."

"..."

"Sister, I don't know about that."

"Hehe." Dong Qin didn't continue, and was a little bit gossip.

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"Fermina, shall we have a snowball fight?"

"it is good."

Fermina and Mini Luo go out to have a snowball fight, insisting on dragging Tang Zhenglong to go too.

"I dont go."

"Come on."

Helpless, Tang Zhenglong could only go to have a snowball fight.

"I don't play, I'm grown up, I don't play such childish games."

Slap it.

A big snowball thrown by Fermina hit Tang Zhenglong on the head.

Snapped.

"Damn!! Come on, really!!!"

"Look at me."

Tang Zhenglong picked up a big snowball, threw it over, and hit the tree with a slap.

Fermina made a face.

"I'm furious."

"Mini Luo, I declare that we are a team, and we will attack the hateful Fermina together."

"it is good."

But soon, Tang Zhenglong discovered that Fermina was really accurate in hitting people.

"Have you practiced?"

"Yes, I have been playing with servants since I was a child."

"It's wicked."

"I'm mad at you, mad at you."

Fermina aimed at Tang Zhenglong.

call out! ! !
Tang Zhenglong lowered his head to dodge, there was a slap, and there was a scream.

"What are you doing?"

"Cristiano!!"

Ronaldo looked at Mini Luo, his whole body was like a mud monkey.

"Is this how you raise your children?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled: "The child is solid, it's fine."

Ronaldo gave Tang Zhenglong a hard look, "Nonsense, it's not your son, of course you're fine."

Then he picked up Mini Luo and went back to his home.

Fermina stuck out her tongue, as if she had done something wrong.

"It's all your fault."

"What's my fault?"

"On a larger scale, this is the great unity that affects Real Madrid."

Tang Zhenglong flicked on Fermina's forehead.

"Tang Zhenglong, you are courting death."

"I'll smash you to death with a snowball!!"

"what!!!"

*******
"Curly, is there no snow in Brazil?"

Marcelo looked contemptuous.

"We have a huge land and abundant resources in Brazil, we have everything."

"It's the same as our China, it has everything."

"boring."

On snowy days, Mourinho will ask for a longer jogging time. This kind of weather is straining, and that is no joke.

"Is jogging boring?"

"Of course, my grandfather can run at this speed."

"Ok."

"How about we have a snowball fight later?"

"No, it's for children."

sweat! !

really! !
"It's really cold." Mourinho rubbed his ears. Spain is usually not that cold here, and it can be regarded as the "tropical" of Europe.

"Didn't it mean global warming?"

Morais beside him chuckled.

"I think it's fun training today?"

"Fun training?"

In the football circle, interesting training is actually very common now, and England's happy football training is famous far and wide.

Mores made a snowball.

"How about a snowball fight?"

"Ha ha."

Mourinho took a snowball and hit Tang Zhenglong on the head with a whistling sound.

"Whoever lost it, stand up!!"

Mourinho stood up.

"I lost it."

Tang Zhenglong immediately changed his face.

"It's amazing, it's so accurate."

The teammates were dumbfounded, this flattery was so fresh and refined.

"How about this, you play the ski pole for half an hour first, let your body move away, and then train with the ball."

"it is good."

Before everyone could react, Tang Zhenglong rubbed a snowball and stuffed it into Marcelo's collar.

That feeling—it was heartbreaking.

"what!!"

Marcelo tightens his ass.

"Tang Zhenglong, I will kill you."

Hahaha.

Everyone had a snowball fight like a child, so happy.

In the end, Tang Zhenglong was the one who was beaten the most. A lot of snow was stuffed into his collar.

"Nima!!"

"It's no use calling you daddy."

"It hurts to death."

"I'm going to fake it."

puff.

Hahahaha.

Mourinho looked at his players happy and smiled knowingly.

"I really hope to lead the children to win the Champions League once."

Morris just laughed and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)