Beast King Costa

Chapter 249 Conflict in the Nightclub
To everyone's surprise, the goalkeeper of the England team, who made all kinds of bizarre mistakes and frequent "butter hands" in the competition, actually made a surprise attack!
Robinson!
Ljungberg's long-range shot was thrown directly with both hands!
however!
Zlatan Ibrahimovic in the center has gotten rid of the double-teaming of Gary Neville and Terry, and directly kicked a supplementary shot!
At this moment, because Robinson saved Ljungberg's long-range shot at the far post, it was too late for him to make up.

"Is this ball still there!??"

Under the gaze of more than 6 spectators at the Berlin Olympic Stadium, Zlatan Ibrahimovic's supplementary shot hit the near post impartially!

While Zlatan Ibrahimovic's shot bounced off the post, Henrik Larsson made it up again!

Another double shot! ! !
However, this time Henrik Larsson's feet were not very smooth, and his supplementary shot went directly above the lintel and out of the baseline.

The Swedish team's successive shots this time finally came to an unsatisfactory end at this moment.

"call……"

Moreto turned pale with fright.

The dangerous situation in the penalty area of ​​the England team is too dangerous.

As long as Zlatan Ibrahimovic or Henrik Larsson can seize the opportunity and hit the ball accurately within the goal range, it will basically be a deadlock-breaking goal.

However, before the Benfica team could comment on this dangerous scene, the booth next to them also expressed regret.

It's just that their position is different from that of the Benfica group.

They obviously supported the Swedish team in the final to continue their upset and win the Hercules Cup.

"What a pity!!!"

"Hey! Larson is still old! If he was 5 years younger, he would definitely have this ball!"

"If I let this goal come, I will definitely score!"

"Haha! Boss Lidson is in the Swedish national team, maybe he is already leading the England team 2-0 at this moment."

……

"Huh? Leadson?!"

The Benfica group couldn't help but change their expressions and looked at each other.

Hearing this familiar name, they could all guess who the neighbor was - a player from the same city rival Sporting Lisbon!

They turned their heads and looked, and it was true.

Several main players of Sporting Lisbon were also watching the live broadcast of the World Cup final at the Pink Lady nightclub.

Unlike the Benfica group who had already let the Persian cats go back, the main players of Sporting Lisbon were obviously reluctant to part with the beauties in their arms, and they were still hugging tightly at the moment.

"Uh……"

To Diego's surprise, the Ukrainian beauty who was having fun with him just now was sitting on Lidson's lap.

"uh-huh?"

Lidson and his group also noticed the unfriendly eyes from the neighbors.

They were thinking of cursing angrily, but they turned their heads and saw clearly that the people sitting next to them were all the main players of Benfica, including playing in Braga last season. They scored twice in the last round of the league and were upset. After defeating their Diego, he immediately sneered.

Lidson raised the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Hey! Moreto, take your little brothers out to play."

Moreto had always been at odds with Lidson, and he nodded indifferently: "Aren't you also out to play, Lidson."

Seeing that the booths of the Benfica group were as dull as the "Monk Temple", Lidson couldn't help but joked: "What? The dignified Benfica first-team players don't have the money to play with Persian cats?"

After all, Lidson gestured to the two Persian cats beside him: "Go over and play with the owners of the deck over there."

"no need!"

Moreto responded coldly: "Leedson, you guys have enough fun! We are not as promiscuous as you are."

"Oh! Save your physical training?"

Lidson can be said to be unforgiving: "I don't think there is any need to train. Anyway, no matter how you practice, I will score at least 2 in a season. Why do you still practice? Save your energy and fight with the Persian cats." Can't play well?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The Sporting Lisbon group roared with laughter.

This attracted all eyes from the nightclub.

Only then did the people who came to play discover that the two sides in the conflict were actually players from two giant teams in Lisbon, Benfica and Sporting Lisbon.

However, it seems that this is not the first time that the players of Benfica and Sporting Lisbon have clashed in a nightclub, so everyone is very interested to see how the situation will develop in a worse direction.

"This guy……"

"Go! Damn it, your mouth is so stinky!"

David Luiz and Diego couldn't bear it on the spot.

However, Beto held David Luiz and Diego down.

"This matter is a personal grievance between Lidson and Moreto, and Moreto won't like other people getting involved too much."

After Beto said that, Nelson also made eye contact with Diego and David Luiz, as if to say: Calm down!Moreto can handle that Lidson guy.

Now that Beto and Nelson, the two old Benfica ministers, have signaled this, Diego and David Luiz have settled down to see how Moreto plans to deal with Liedson, a guy with bad breath.

Moreto smiled calmly and said: "Leedson, let you play enough, girls. I hope you play until all three legs are weak, and you can take the ball to the penalty area before you kick yourself. Falling down, jerking off the empty goal. Hitting the goal post, zero goals in a season! Bah!"

"you!!!"

"What are you?!"

Moretto regained his disgusted face and continued to retaliate in a flurry of words: "Do you think you are the cool and awesome Long Aotian in the online novels?! He always raises the corner of his mouth and pretends to be A. Between A and C! You might as well change your jersey number to '13'. That way you don't have to pretend, and you will be between A and C as soon as you play! Oh! When I see you in the future, I'll call you Lisbon Bitch."

"you!!!"

Leadson was so angry that he pushed the Persian cat away from his arms and almost wanted to rush up and have a fist-fight with Moreto in the nightclub.

However, Lidson's teammates said quite calmly, seeing that the team's leading forward was about to lose control of his emotions, they quickly held Lidson down.

"Boss Lidson, the team expressly prohibits us from clashing with people from Benfica in Lisbon!"

"Although this is the offseason, if it is reported to the club, it will still be suspended!"

"Boss Lidson, calm down! Let's stop arguing with these villains, let's continue playing in another place."

……

"Humph!!!"

Lidson obviously still has some fears about the team's various bans.

After calming down for a meeting, Lidson broke away from the dissuasion of his teammates, and said with an unhappy face: "Let's go! Let's go to other places to play! I'll take you to a more high-end nightclub. Hey, don't stay in the same place with those turkeys." Son."

At the same time, the first half of the World Cup final is over!
0 is better than 0!

The two sides did not have the initiative in the first half of the game.

Still have to wait until the second half of the game to decide the winner.

(End of this chapter)