big mouth ball king

Chapter 990
Chris puts the shovel.

But he's a ground tackle.

Whether it is a malicious tackle or not, the most important criterion is whether the legs are on the ground. If the legs are not raised, then it is not malicious.

Chris tackled the ball cleanly, but Tang Zhenglong had an idea.

Or... I flop one?
Tang Zhenglong hung his leg on Chris's, pia... ji, Tang Zhenglong fell down.

"Referee, he's a flop."

"I'm a stick tackle."

The referee has a headache. Although Tang Zhenglong is a key learning case for UEFA referees, the problem is that this guy often innovates.

"Referee, I didn't. He was the one who shoveled me. Why should I flop? I just went there alone."

As soon as the referee heard that it made sense, he took out a red card.

"You are the last defender standing, red card."

Chris froze.

"I was really a ground tackle, he was Pinocchio, he lied."

"Referee, I admit that some parts of my body are relatively large, but it is definitely not my nose. I am not Pinocchio."

"..."

"Yellow card."

……

"Why?"

"The attitude is not correct."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

Lyon sent off a man, and it was a central defender, which was bad. Pierre could only replace Gourkufo with a central defender.

The young central defender was not Benzema's opponent at all, and was quickly violent by Benzema.

Alonso's wide cross, Benzema grabbed the point and smashed the ball into the goal.

2:1.

Two minutes later, Ronaldo scored with a long shot.

3:1.

The final score was fixed at 3 to 1.

Lyon basically has no chance to advance, and Pierre has to admit that Real Madrid led by Mourinho has terrible dominance.

After winning the ball, Mourinho was not angry anymore, and took the initiative to shake hands with Pierre.

"Congratulations, you have already advanced."

"You don't come here, everything is possible in football."

"Well, hopefully I can make a comeback at the Bernabeu."

*******
"Don, I want to go to this Michelin restaurant." Marcelo slid his phone, looking at a Michelin restaurant.

As we all know, there are three major food kingdoms in the world - China, Turkey and France.

France also has the most Michelin-starred restaurants.

"Let me see."

Tang Zhenglong took the phone and looked at it, "Fuck, tens of thousands of euros for a meal, hehe, I can go to nightclubs, so I won't go."

"Hehe, Tang, money is not the problem, but simply not being able to get a seat."

"Then there's no need to go."

Marcelo chuckled, "I was thinking, you are Mr. Footballer, Golden Globe winner, if I take you with me, right?"

"Hahaha, don't think about it."

However, under Marcelo's hard work, Tang Zhenglong still went.

"Let me tell you, I will reveal my identity later, if the other party refuses, then we will leave immediately."

"Ok."

The wishful thinking in Tang Zhenglong's heart was that if he said arrogantly that he was the winner of the Golden Globe, then the other party would definitely not like him, so he could leave.

When they came to the restaurant, Tang Zhenglong and Marcelo found the front desk.

"Fix a location."

"Sorry, this restaurant needs to be booked one month in advance."

"Hehe, I am the Golden Globe winner, Tang Zhenglong."

The other party took a look.

"You wait."

Tang Zhenglong was proud of himself, he must be calling for security.

Unexpectedly...the manager came out.

"Don, it's you."

"Yes."

"Please come in."

Marcelo was stunned, Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

Is it true that the Golden Globes can eat overlord meals?
When he came to a small table, the manager smiled and said, "I'm sorry, there's really no room, only a temporary small table."

"It's okay!" Marcelo sat down.

Tang Zhenglong was very embarrassed and was about to get mad, but Marcelo's unpromising appearance made him swallow his words.

Soon, the waiter brought the menu, and Marcelo ordered a lot of dishes.

"Curly, order so many dishes, can you finish them?"

"If you can't finish eating, pack it up and go home, as a midnight snack."

puff.

"Look, it's Tang Zhenglong."

The guests next to him were talking about it.

Somebody mustered up the courage.

"Don, can I take a photo with you?"

"of course."

Others saw that Tang Zhenglong was so approachable, so they all asked for a group photo.

"Tang, you are a nice person, you don't have the airs of a superstar at all."

"Actually, I can also take a group photo." Marcelo laughed.

"Next time."

puff.

Marcelo's face darkened.

"Eat, don't be angry."

Tang Zhenglong took a bite of the cod mousse.

"It's really good."

"Of course, otherwise, how could someone wait for a month just to come here for a meal."

"Ha ha."

After eating, Tang Zhenglong took out his credit card.

"Didn't you agree that I will pay the bill?"

"Forget it, let me come."

Tang Zhenglong is quite satisfied with the food, the Michelin star is well-deserved, I underestimated it before coming here.

"Swipe my card."

The pretty waitress smiled.

"Our boss treats you."

Marcelo was taken aback.

"Does that require me to do anything?"

"Our boss wants to take a photo with you and hang it on the wall."

Tang Zhenglong looked around, there were many celebrities on the wall, including film directors, entrepreneurs, and politicians.

"of course can."

A middle-aged man with a beard appeared in front of Tang Zhenglong, who looked a lot like the Michelin mascot.

"Are you the chef?"

"Yes, I've been cooking for 40 years."

"Wow."

"Really good."

Tang Zhenglong took a group photo with the bearded boss and Marcelo.

*******
"Oops!!!"

"what happened?"

On the way back, Marcelo ate everything he had packed.

"I promised Pepe that I would bring him some food."

"That guy is very vengeful. If I didn't bring it, he would scold me to death."

Tang Zhenglong spread his hands, "Then what should we do?"

"Would you like to go back?"

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened, "The boss is a good man, but we are not beggars."

……

Tang Zhenglong pointed to a McDonald's on the side of the road.

"Go get some chips and fried chicken."

"..."

"Pepe is not stupid."

"Don't worry, I'll tell you."

Back at the hotel, Pepe greeted him happily.

"What about Michelin?"

Marcelo shook the paper bag in his hand.

"Come on, let me see."

Tang Zhenglong said, "Let me state first that the food at this Michelin star restaurant looks ordinary, but it tastes the best in the world."

"Really? Come on, I can't wait."

When she opened it, Pepe was stunned.

"Is this made by Michelin?"

"Yes, as I said just now, the specialty of this Michelin restaurant is to use the most common ingredients to produce world-class taste."

"If you don't believe me, try it."

Pepe took a bite.

"It seems to be different."

"Yes, do you feel that the taste of this chicken drumstick is invincible?"

Pepe nodded.

Marcelo's stomach hurts from laughing.

"There are also these fries, which look ordinary, but these potatoes are grown in Peru, above the Andes Mountains, at an altitude of 5000 meters."

"No wonder, the taste is different from what I usually eat."

Tang Zhenglong patted Peipei, "These are all yours, go back and eat slowly, don't waste it."

(End of this chapter)