big mouth ball king

Chapter 989
"Cross!!"

Brazilian defender Chris headed the ball out.

"It's Zhongwei again."

Lyon's bald central defender Chris is very tough.

He patted Benzema on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You still like to get ahead."

……

Benzema does not have an absolute height, so he likes to rush forward, but his running position is still very good. Chris knows Benzema's running position very well, after all, he used to train together every day.

Benzema gritted his teeth.

Tang Zhenglong ran over, "What did that bald man tell you? Scolded you? Do you want me to help you?"

Benzema shook his head.

"fine."

Soon, Tang Zhenglong discovered that Chris could accurately predict Benzema's running position every time, as if there was a system.

"No wonder."

Tang Zhenglong found Benzema.

"How about we change it?"

"Change seats?"

"Yeah, I remember your passing was pretty good, too."

Benzema is an all-round striker with excellent passing and shooting.

"But you?"

"You think I'm short?"

Benzema chuckled, "No, that guy is very tough."

"I like tough ones."

Tang Zhenglong ran into the penalty area, Chris was stunned for a moment.

"Is there no one in Real Madrid?"

"Baldhead, don't talk so much nonsense."

……

"Bald?"

"Don't think I'm afraid to beat you up."

"Try to beat me up? Go here." Tang Zhenglong pointed to his face.

Chris gritted his teeth in hatred.

But if this punch goes down, his career will be over.

"roll."

Alonso's wide cross.

A curve ball came in, and Tang Zhenglong rushed to Chris with a swipe.

Generally, in this case, the defender immediately starts to pull the man, and Chris, according to the usual practice, pulls the jersey first.

The moment he touched Tang Zhenglong's jersey, Tang Zhenglong felt like getting an electric shock.

what! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Chris froze.

"Could it be that my lightning hand has been trained?"

Soon he realized that Tang Zhenglong was a flop.

"Get up!! Pinocchio."

"Referee, he's a flop."

Tang Zhenglong got up slowly.

"Referee, he punched."

……

"you're lying!!!"

The referee said the game continued.

But after such a commotion, Chris had a psychological shadow, and he didn't dare to touch Tang Zhenglong anymore. This guy was like tofu in the restricted area, and it would shatter when he touched it.

Real Madrid made a cross from the wing, Chris was a step slower, and Tang Zhenglong grabbed the header.

The top of the ball is a bit positive.

Lowry receives the ball.

"Chris, what's the matter with you?"

"That guy can't be touched."

Lori was stunned: "Is he charged?"

"That fellow falls on the touch, like a rascal on the streets of Lyons."

puff.

"That also has to be defended." Lori patted his gloves.

High ball into the restricted area again.

"I warn you, don't touch me, or I will fall to the ground immediately."

"roll."

Under the interference of Tang Zhenglong's language, Chris made another mistake.

At this time, Lyon's head coach couldn't sit still.

"Chris, what's going on?"

"Defend."

"Yes."

The pressure from his teammates, the pressure from the coach, and finally the quantitative change turned into a qualitative change, and the pressure on Chris was getting bigger and bigger.

Real Madrid cross again.

Chris's mind is full of pictures of the head coach spraying himself, which is horrible.

"No, I'm a central defender, how can I lose to a Pinocchio."

So...he stretched out his hand and pushed.

then……

tragedy.

"Referee, I can explain."

This time the referee was watching from not far away, Tang Zhenglong did not flop.

"It's a miracle that Tang Zhenglong didn't flop."

The referee points to the penalty spot.

penalty.

Mourinho clenched his fists with both hands, but he didn't dare to celebrate yet, he was very worried about being hit in the face.

Tang Zhenglong placed the ball on the penalty spot.

Run-up, push the ball with one foot, and the ball hits the goal close to the ground.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! ! !
1:1.

Pierre called Chris over and briefly criticized him.

"But it's not all your fault. We shouldn't give our opponents so many crosses."

Pierre asked to strengthen the wing defense, especially against Alonso's defense.

In this way, Real Madrid's crosses are less, and the natural threat is much smaller.

Tang Zhenglong had nothing to do in the restricted area.

"Benzema, let's change back."

"Why? I thought you were fine in the box and conceded a penalty."

"Nimma, that's the penalty I got upright, okay? You just cheated a penalty!!"

Benzema and Tang Zhenglong have switched back. In the position of the midfielder, Tang Zhenglong has a lot more chances to get the ball.

At the end of the first half, Tang Zhenglong took a long shot in front of the penalty area and hit the post with a bang.

The doorposts swayed and swayed, Lori stared blankly.

This bastard's shot is really accurate.

"Follow Tang Zhenglong to death." Pierre ordered to die.

But the problem is that Tang Zhenglong is not the only one who is good at Real Madrid. Ronaldo is also very strong. He cut in from the left and then took a long shot. Lori fell to the limit and held the ball.

The ball went out of the baseline.

There was a burst of exclamation in the audience.

It was only half a game, and the strength of Real Madrid was undoubtedly revealed.

At the end of the first half, 1 to 1, Lyon fans booed as usual as a "gift" to the visiting team.

******
"You played well, and you should play hard against a team like Lyon." Mourinho was very unhappy with the opponent's provocation in the first half.

"There will be another goal in the second half to ensure the one-goal advantage goes back to Madrid."

"Yes."

Mourinho named Tang Zhenglong.

"Don is doing really well this time."

"Boss, you finally told the truth."

"Haha." Everyone laughed.

"But you can do better."

"for example?"

"That bald man seems very upset with you, can you give him a red card?"

puff.

Hard enough! !

"Boss, I'm afraid this is not very good."

"Isn't it good? Then I'll replace you."

puff.

Tang Zhenglong's face was dark.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

******
In the Lyon dressing room, Chris is annoyed.

"Chris."

The head coach shouted.

"come over."

"Boss."

"In the first half, I spoke a little harder. That guy is really hateful. He is a troublemaker."

Pierre patted Chris.

"Calm down for the second half, it's okay."

"Yes."

"If he dares to provoke you again, find the referee."

Chris nodded.

Pierre patted Chris hard on the shoulder again.

"I believe you."

******
At the beginning of the second half, Chris stared at Tang Zhenglong, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Tang Zhenglong glanced at Chris.

"What are you looking at me for? Do you know the conversation I had with the boss?"

However, in the second half, the two had no chance to contact for the time being. Tang Zhenglong was the attacking midfielder and Chris was the central defender.

15 minutes into the second half, Real Madrid fought back.

The ball was passed three times and fell to Tang Zhenglong's feet twice. Lyon's defense was empty. He dribbled the ball and broke forward quickly.

(End of this chapter)