big mouth ball king

Chapter 991

On March 3th, in the second round with Lyon, Real Madrid beat Lyon 16-1 at home and advanced to the top 0 of the Champions League this season. Their next opponent is Tottenham.

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"The opponent is strong, but we are not weak." Guardiola smiled.

Facing the camera, Gua Shuai can only show a professional smile, but he is actually very anxious in his heart.

Because Real Madrid has been pressing Barcelona in the standings, many people say that if Barcelona wants to overtake, then the national derby is the last chance.

Guardiola also understands.

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On the training ground, Vilanova wanted to say something.

"Pep, the amount of training has been a bit heavy recently."

Guardiola nodded.

"National Derby."

On the training field, the players are passing the ball again and again.

This is the difference between training in Spanish football and training in other countries.

Spanish soccer training emphasizes passing more than shooting.

In the Premier League, the training ground is completely different. The British coach requires more shots.

Guardiola said that he has 100 midfielders in his hands, and he is still too few, which shows Barcelona's unique football style.

"Pep, this is not war."

Guardiola said coldly: "This is war."

"In Spain, the game against Madrid is war."

Vilanova was taken aback.

Guardiola patted him on the shoulder, "I used to be a Barcelona player. You don't understand a lot of feelings."

Vilanova is hard to understand.

Guardiola used to be a member of Barcelona's dream team. When he saw the national derby victory and the satisfied expressions of the fans, he would be very happy, and when he saw the frustrated expressions of the fans, he would feel uncomfortable for a long time.

"We have to win this game."

"OK then."

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"Where is Tang Zhenglong?" Mourinho found that Tang Zhenglong was gone.

"Maybe go to the bathroom?"

"Go and find."

Morais looked around and found that Tang Zhenglong was chatting with a beautiful female fan.

"Don, I didn't expect you to have no airs at all. I thought Real Madrid stars were hard to get close to."

"Haha, how is it possible? We football players serve the fans. Without fans, how can we achieve our success."

"Wow, Don, you are so great."

"hey-hey."

"Need a signature?"

"of course."

Tang Zhenglong signed for everyone one by one.

Then Morris patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't make trouble."

"Don."

Tang Zhenglong turned his head.

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"Don, it is right to do a good job in fan service, but you are still training, Jose is looking for you."

Tang Zhenglong clasped his hands together, "Boss, don't tell Jose, or he will beat me to death."

"Okay, but it depends on your performance."

After returning, Tang Zhenglong told a lie and the matter was over.

Mourinho was also under a lot of pressure because of the national derby and lost a lot of hair.

I don't know when it started, Mourinho's way of stress relief is to call Tang Zhenglong to scold him.

In Mourinho's office, Tang Zhenglong is like a child who made mistakes.

"Boss, what did you call me for?"

"The national derby is about to start, what do you think?"

"What else do you think? Try to win."

"Be specific."

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback, not knowing what Mourinho meant.

"Isn't that Morais' job?"

"It's a team job."

Tang Zhenglong found out that Mourinho was finding fault.

"Boss, I don't know, in our country it's called Yue Zu acting as a substitute."

"What do you mean?"

"It's what I shouldn't do, I won't do it."

"You are paid by Real Madrid."

"Cristiano has it too, Benzema has it too."

"Salary deductions."

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Tang Zhenglong was furious.

"Jose, if you find someone to break Messi's leg, I think the problem will be solved."

puff.

"Shall I interrupt you first?"

"I still have to deduct your salary."

"Why!!!"

Mourinho turned to the monitor screen.

Tang Zhenglong was stunned for a moment.

"He also lied to me, obviously to pick up female fans."

"..."

"This angle?"

"Hehe, my latest weapon was shot by a drone."

Now many stadiums are filmed with drones, and Mourinho also got a batch from China to shoot training from above and monitor the players by the way.

"Jose, you old pervert, it's against the law."

"That's a public place!!"

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death, so he and Fermina...were also photographed?
"Don't worry, I won't keep some content."

"I believe you a ghost!!"

"Tell me, I'll punish you for cheating on female fans during training, do you have anything to say? Even if this matter is reported to Florentino, I'm justified."

Tang Zhenglong was already sweating to death.

"Okay, how much is the deduction?"

"10 euros."

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"Why don't you go grab it?"

"Okay, I'll report it."

Tang Zhenglong was discouraged. If there were pictures and the truth, but if there was no video, then he could still deny it.

"Okay, 10 is 10."

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "Ten years is not too late for a hero to take revenge."

"What? Are you scolding me in your heart?"

"I dare not."

"is it?"

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

"Wait a minute."

"..."

"This national derby is very important." Mourinho finally told the truth.

"This is my first Clasico at the Bernabeu."

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

"Jose, don't worry, we are stronger than Barcelona."

"Well, I really don't like losing to that bald head."

puff.

"Ok."

"Okay, let's go."

Tang Zhenglong closed the door, suddenly his heart moved.

"Jose is under a lot of pressure."

open the door.

"Jose, come to my house for dinner tonight."

"it is good."

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"Tang, I heard that you have many roommates, I have a question, how do you manage them well, won't they fight?"

Mourinho thought to himself: "There is only one in my family, and it is enough for me. Tang Zhenglong has four here."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, maybe it was his personality charm?

puff.

"You have such a big face."

While eating, Mini Luo smelled the smell and came again.

Jose touched Minilo's little head.

"Does this little guy come here often?"

"No, just come when you eat."

"Haha."

Mourinho felt warm in his heart. This feeling is really good. No wonder, behind a successful man there must be several women who support him.

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Madrid, Barcelona is coming.

Guardiola brought the strongest lineup, Messi, Xavi, and Iniesta all arrived.

"Pep."

"Pep."

"Can I say a few words?"

"Say something."

Guardiola smiled, but he did not accept interviews. He knew what the reporters were thinking, and he must have not acted kindly. Before the Clasico, the reporter's favorite thing to do was hype. Of course, he could not let everyone get what they wanted.

"What I want is the surrender of Madrid."

(End of this chapter)