"Diego, Diego, Diego."

"Argentina, Argentina, Argentina."

In the 1986 World Cup, Maradona led Argentina to win the World Cup and returned to Buenos Aires, when Lisandro was only 3 years old, but the scene of thousands of empty alleys was imprinted in his mind, and many Argentines started playing football at the age of 5.

Lisandro is about the same.

As an Argentine, the World Cup is a dream.

However, this year's World Cup is too far away from Lisandro, and the previous competitor is Aguero, a superstar like Messi, and he?

It's just that in a second-rate European giant like Lyon.

However, if he does well in the Champions League, then maybe Maradona will take him to South Africa.

Lisandro picked up the ball in front of the penalty area and deftly dodged a defender before firing.

The ball hits well and is held by Cassie again.

Manuel Pellegrini can see that the Argentine is a big threat.

Five minutes later, Lisandro's moment of glory came when Lyon slotted past Marcelo down the flank and then crossed for the ball to reach the back post, where Lisandro arrived just in time to slotted the ball into the back of the net with little effort.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！！

The whole stadium was boiling.

But what I didn't expect was that after Lisandro scored, it was not his teammates who ran to him, but Tang Zhenglong.

"Tell Diego that I scored a goal."

“……”

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"Nima, what does this have to do with me?"

The match continued, and Tang Zhenglong approached Lisandro.

"Do we know each other?"

"I don't know."

"Then why are you talking to me all those strange things?"

Lisandro was a little embarrassed.

"That's right."

"I heard that you and Diego's daughter are ......"

Tang Zhenglong's heart was shocked, it turns out that foreign countries also engage in nepotism?

"Hehe, I don't."

For the World Cup, Lisandro also gave up.

"Don, I know you and Diego are good friends, help me say a word, one sentence is enough, let him see my efforts."

"Okay, I'll try."

******

"Holy, that's okay?" Pellegrini was stunned, how could Tang Zhenglong talk to anyone?

Did Lisandro know him?

On the field, the people of Real Madrid were also stunned, and Tang Zhenglong's friends were all over the world?

Marcelo leaned over and said, "Don, do you know that bearded man?" ”

"I was his idol and he said a lot of things that adored me."

"Whew!!"

Tang Zhenglong smiled, "Don't believe it? ”

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's too."

"Do you want to bet on that?"

"Bet on what?"

"The Palm of God."

"What do you mean?"

Tang Zhenglong explained, it is a slap in the face, a hard slap, as violent as you want.

Marcelo thought for a moment, "No problem, if he really adores you, I'll smoke whatever you want." ”

"Hahaha."

A minute later, Marcelo was dumbfounded, Lisandro has no bottom line in order to participate in the World Cup, even if he calls Tang Zhenglong's father, it is estimated that there is no problem.

"Hey, bearded, you are an Argentine, second only to Brazil in the kingdom of football, do you worship Tang Zhenglong? Are you worthy of 40 million Argentines? ”

Lissandro Khan died.

"I just say a word, I worship Tang Zhenglong."

“……”

"Hahahaha, Curly, do you choose the left or right face?"

……

Intermission.

in the locker room.

My teammates all gathered around, and I heard that there would be a very violent scene.

What is the Divine Palm?

Pepena was stunned.

Just look at it.

Marcelo touched his face and said, "Don, don't be disfigured." ”

"I can't guarantee that."

“……”

"Don, I haven't married a wife yet?"

"You look like this, you don't depend on your appearance?"

"Hahaha."

"Okay, do you choose the left or right face?"

Marcelo was stunned and asked, "Everyone said which side was better for me to choose?" ”

"I think it's fairer to take a look?"

Burst.

"Beasts!!"

Marcelo pointed to the left.

"On the left."

Syllable!!

Yes.

"You're hitting the right."

Tang Zhenglong looked at his hand, "I thought you said it was my left, I'm sorry, I made a mistake, do you want to come again?" ”

"Woo woo woo, I want to go back to Brazil."

"By the way, what did you bet on with Tang Zhenglong and lose?"

"It's all that bearded Argentine."

Marcelo told Lisandro about his worship of Tang Zhenglong.

"Damn, it can't be."

"Then do you want to bet on it?" Tang Zhenglong smiled at Pepe: "Also bet on a Rulai Divine Palm?" ”

Tang Zhenglong has full expectations for Lisandro's bottom line, and that guy has no bottom line at all now.

Pepe shook her head.

"I'm not that stupid."

Marcelo whined.

"I'm not stupid!"

Someone brought ice.

"Put it on quickly, or your face will be swollen."

"Tang Zhenglong was too ruthless."

******

Lyon also have a Brazilian player in their squad, fast horse winger Bastos.

Before the start of the second half, everyone walked out of the locker room one after another, and Bastos was ready to step forward to say hello to the big brother of the national team, Marcelo.

Playing in Brazil, it's a huge honour to be in the national team, and for Bastos, the national team is too far away, so he admires Marcelo.

But......

Marcelo covered his face and walked away quickly.

Bastos was upset.

"Playing big? Look down on those of us who can't get into the national team? ”

Bastos took a few quick steps to catch up with Marcelo.

"Hey."

Marcelo looked at it and couldn't hide.

"Hey."

"What's wrong with your face?"

Tang Zhenglong leaned over and put on an expression of - I see how you make it up.

"My face?"

"There seems to be one side that is different."

"Nima, it's so disfigured." Marcelo wailed inwardly.

"I accidentally hit the door."

Burst.

"How? Do you still recognize me as Marcelo? ”

"Of course."

Marcelo was a little relieved, but he didn't expect Bastos to add coldly - your hair is special.

……

"Could it be that my face doesn't matter? All you care about is my hair? ”

Bastos whispered: "You are the big brother, the international, can you recommend me to the manager?" ”

Marcelo had an idea.

"This guy has a request for me, so will he be as bottomless as Lisandro?"

"Haha, I'll bet with Tang Zhenglong again, it's time for me to beat him this time."

Marcelo finds Tang Zhenglong.

"I want to bet with you again."

"Bet on what?"

Marcelo pointed at Bastos, "He adores me." ”

Tang Zhenglong took a look.

"Is it important that he adores you? Do you want me to tell you that the photographer over there adores me? ”

Marcelo was stunned, "He's a Brazilian star, at the same level as Lisandro." ”

"Hehe, you liar, he's a sub, the same stinky sub as Ibrahimovic."

In Barcelona, Ibrahimovic suddenly sneezed.

"Damn, is someone talking about me behind my back?"