In the second half, the Chinese team still kept Tang Zhenglong in front and defended in the back.

"Will China beat Brazil for the first time in history?"

The narrator's tone began to get excited.

The Brazilian team has a bitter face, and this time the Brazilian team has arranged two warm-up matches, the first against China and then Switzerland.

I thought that the Chinese team was an appetizer and let the Brazilian team abuse it, but I didn't expect it to end like this.

"If I lose to the Chinese team, I will be scolded to death by the Brazilians." Deng Jia thought to herself.

"Attack, attack."

But obviously, Kaka's level is still much higher than that of other teammates, and at this time the Brazilian team does not have Ronaldo or Ronaldo, but is replaced by Fabiano.

This has been called the cheapest Brazilian team in a decade.

After some indiscriminate bombardment, the Brazilian team did not knock on the goal of the Chinese team, and the score was fixed at 2-1.

For the first time in history, the Chinese team defeated the Brazilian team.

*****

In China, in an ordinary community, in a residential building, the father was watering the flowers, and suddenly the son ran to the balcony.

"Dad, the Chinese team and the Brazilian team ......"

Before he finished speaking, his father interjected: "How many times has Dad told you, the match between China and Brazil is my sad past, the 2002 World Cup, we were abused and had no temper, don't tell me, anyway, I don't watch this game." ”

"Dad, it's different, this time we won."

Dad smiled, it was the kind of sneer.

"Son, take a few tablets of Tylenol to reduce fever, you must have a fever."

The son held his father's hand.

"What?"

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Dad was dumbfounded.

"How is that possible?"

"We have Tang Zhenglong now, in fact, the Chinese team is not weak, but it has always lacked the core, which is the same as Argentina without Messi."

"Son, is there a replay of this game online? I want to see it again. ”

"Of course."

*****

Tang Zhenglong patted Marcelo, and it was funny to see his depressed look.

"Hehe, don't be upset."

"It's just a game, and it doesn't necessarily mean that it won't take you to Brazil, besides, it's hard to say whether Deng Jia can last until the World Cup, maybe he will leave class before the World Cup."

"Nonsense, our boss will definitely take us to the World Cup, he was the hero of the 1994 World Cup Brazil won the championship."

Tang Zhenglongyun said lightly: "It's all over, the current Brazilian team is the worst in ten years, maybe it will be eliminated in the group stage." ”

Marcelo flew up.

"Why are you kicking me?"

"It's light to kick you, if I can't go to the World Cup, we don't have to be friends."

In the mixed interview area, the Chinese reporter looked at Tang Zhenglong with adoring eyes.

"Brother Long, the bull X you bragged about has come true."

"Hahaha."

"Brother Long, do you want to think of some new cowhide to blow on?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, "No, my life is already at the peak, I have won the World Footballer, I have won the Champions League, as for the World Cup champion?" I'm afraid that's unlikely. ”

Everyone laughed.

"Brother Long, what is the goal of the Chinese team in the World Cup."

"Yes......"

Before Tang Zhenglong could speak, he was interrupted by Zhu Guanghu.

"The goal of the Chinese team is to qualify from the group."

"Director Zhu, we want to hear what Tang Zhenglong has to say."

"Hehe, don't get me wrong, Zhenglong still has something to ......"

Zhu Guanghu gave Tang Zhenglong a look.

"Isn't that right?"

Tang Zhenglong will understand.

"That's right! I still have something. ”

"What's the matter?"

"FIFA officials have come to me for something, it's about world peace."

The reporters rolled their eyes, you obviously made up the reason just now, when we are idiots.

After Tang Zhenglong left, facing Zhu Guanghu, the reporters were not interested, and it was not fun at all.

*****

The next day at the hotel where the national team stayed, Tang Zhenglong slept until 10 o'clock and didn't get up, and his teammates had already completed a physical fitness class.

As soon as Tang Zhenglong appeared, his teammates teased him and applauded: "The superstar is here!" ”

"Superstar."

Tang Zhenglong held the fritters in his mouth, drank soy milk and said with a smile: "Everyone is a family, is it necessary?" ”

Zhu Guanghu walked over.

"Why are you so late?"

Tang Zhenglong took a bite of the fritters, "This fritters are good, the chef brought from China, right?" ”

Zhu Guanghu knocked Tang Zhenglong's head.

"What do I ask you?"

"I didn't sleep well last night, Han Peng snored."

Burst.

Hahaha.

Teammates laughed.

"I don't snore."

"You won't? I recorded it all, and it was almost like thunder. ”

Zhu Guanghu said with a smile: "Then I will arrange a separate room for you today." ”

"That's great."

"But don't play tricks."

Tang Zhenglong wondered: "Boss, one person in one room, how can you play tricks?" ”

"The newspaper said that you have a lot of girlfriends, and they are located in various European countries, so ......"

Tang Zhenglong Khan died: "Boss, do you believe what the newspaper says?" ”

"The newspaper also says I'm your son."

"No one believes this, I don't have a naughty son like you."

Tang Zhenglong took another bite of fritters.

"Hurry up and finish eating, and join the training."

*****

"Wow, is Tang Zhenglong still human?"

On the training ground, teammates were dumbfounded.

Tang Zhenglong kicked ten shots blindfolded, and all of them were in the goal.

"This ball feels like it's against the sky."

"Brother Long, are you born with this ball sense?"

"I guess so."

"Brother Long is mighty."

Han Peng said with a smile: "Brother Long, can you also teach us, don't seek to be the same as you, almost reach your level of skill, and I will be able to sweep the Super League." ”

Tang Zhenglong patted Han Peng, "Sweeping the Chinese Super League? You can also sweep the middle armor. ”

Hahaha.

"Actually, this thing," he said, but he knew it. ”

"Damn, Brother Long can also write Chinese."

Tang Zhenglong Khan, "This is a sentence in "The Oil Seller", don't you know? It seems that I am one of the few intellectuals in the national football team. ”

"As long as you train hard, all of you can become Tang Zhenglong."

Zhu Guanghu had a black face on the side, this guy came so late and started teaching?

It's amazing!!

"Tang Zhenglong, continue training, don't chat."

"Brothers, let's talk after the training, or we can play mahjong together."

"Playing mahjong?"

"Yes, I can teach you."

*****

The Spanish coach, originally thought that warming up with the Chinese team was just going through the motions, but after watching the match between the Chinese team and the Brazilian team, he changed his mind.

It is also possible to meet Asian teams in the World Cup, so you still need to be cautious to avoid overturning in the gutter.

For Spain, the goal next year is to win the World Cup.

He marked out Tang Zhenglong's name on the tactical board.

"This Real Madrid player is the biggest threat, as long as you keep an eye on him, then the rest of the Chinese team is basically no threat."