Chapter 774: The Firmest Boy in the Human Wall
'In the first half, Real Madrid didn't have many chances on goal and the free-kick was a good chance for Real Madrid to score.
Kick.
Cristiano Ronaldo stands in front of the ball.
Teammates squeeze into the opposing wall.
It's Pellegrini's new free-kick tactic, and the whole process depends on who breaks down the wall.
Tang Zhenglong squeezed into Barcelona's human wall.
Of course, the opponent knew what Tang Zhenglong wanted to do, and he definitely didn't have a good heart.
"Push him out."
Tang Zhenglong was pushed out of the human wall.
"Damn!!"
"Don't you know that there is a story in our country called Yugong Moving Mountains?"
Tang Zhenglong squeezed into the wall again.
"Get out."
"Damn, there's no way I'm going to give up."
The Barcelona player pushed again.
"Ahh
This time, Tang Zhenglong fell directly.
"Damn, play dead!!"
"Leave him alone!"
The referee is already familiar with Tang Zhenglong's routine, or ...... Just let Tang Zhenglong lie like this?
No way! It's ugly.
The referee kicked Tang Zhenglong, "You have to lie down and go to the side of the court, don't affect the traffic here." β
"Nima! Is this still human talk? β
Tang Zhenglong got up and squeezed into the wall again, this time ruthlessly.
"If I don't go, I won't go."
"Don't go!!"
"Nima!!"
The two people on Barcelona's side were stunned and didn't push Tang Zhenglong out.
"Don't move!"
The referee is also annoyed, if he doesn't care, it is estimated that the farce of pushing back and forth will last for a day.
"Stay like this, don't move, I'm going to blow the whistle."
Tang Zhenglong occupies the position.
"Haha, my location."
Barcelona players sweat to death, "Are you a TMD schoolboy?" β
Manuel Pellegrini snickered on the sidelines, and he arranged for three people to tear down the wall, but only Tang Zhenglong managed to squeeze into the opponent's wall.
"At the critical moment, Tang Zhenglong is still reliable!!"
Ronaldo looked at Tang Zhenglong, the tactics were designed like this, he kicked in the direction of Tang Zhenglong's head, and Tang Zhenglong suddenly squatted, dodged the space, and penetrated the human wall, so that the opponent's goalkeeper must have been caught off guard.
The ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.
That's what the plan was planned, but something went wrong.
Tang Zhenglong is Pique on the left and Abidal on the right, and the two hold Tang Zhenglong.
"Nima!!"
"Don, don't think we don't know what you want to do? Do you want to squat? β
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"I want to crouch." Tang Zhenglong wailed in his heart.
"Don't think about it."
The two of them were on one side, holding Tang Zhenglong's arm, not to mention squatting, it was impossible to move.
But Ronaldo didn't know, and it went according to the original plan.
Thereupon......
Cup!!
"Ahh
"My nose !!"
Ronaldo was dumbfounded, what about squatting?
"Don, why don't you squat?"
"I want to too, but I'm stuck and can't move."
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"Then you didn't say it earlier."
"It's over, the nose seems to be broken, woo woo."
The referee saw that this product should not be pretended this time, and it shed so much blood.
"Stretcher entry."
Tang Zhenglong arrived on the sidelines.
Pellegrini wondered: "We said okay squat, why don't you squat?" β
"Boss, the training is beautiful, the reality is cruel, how do I know that the opponent is so thief, hold me, and don't allow me to squat."
ββ¦β¦β
Pellegrini Khan is dead!!
Can it still be like this?
After a brief treatment, Tang Zhenglong ran back to the court.
The audience burst into applause.
"Xiaolonglong is so powerful, he has shed so much blood, and he still insists on playing."
"Little Dragon Dragon, I love you!"
A few minutes later, Real Madrid won another free-kick.
This time, the Barcelona players put on an expression of "you go in casually".
"Come on, welcome into the wall."
"Tang Zhenglong, come on."
The Real Madrid players were stunned, this ...... I'm not going.
At this moment, Tang Zhenglong stood in the middle of the human wall.
Pique and Abidal were stunned, could this thing have been broken in the brain just now, right?
"Don, you're still here."
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Pique and Abidal were on one side, holding Tang Zhenglong.
Ronaldo didn't know what Tang Zhenglong meant, but he saw Tang Zhenglong talking to Pique's side.
"What does he mean?"
"Ah!!h Peake covered his face.
"Nima's!"
He now knew why Tang Zhenglong was so calm, it turned out that this time he was aiming at the people around him.
Soon, Real Madrid won another free kick, and Tang Zhenglong swaggered into the wall, this time......
Who is Barcelona discussing to defend Tang Zhenglong?
"There you go."
"There you go."
"I didn't go, if I went, I would be beaten."
"Doesn't that matter?"
"That's it, rock-paper-scissors."
In the end, Alves and Busquets were unlucky.
Tang Zhenglong stretched out his hands, "I know the process, hold me." β
Alves and Busquets cried to death.
The feeling of being stuffed by a professional player must be a huge pain, and Alves and Busquets are not stupid, they protect their faces first.
Cristiano Ronaldo started to run and slammed his foot into the ball.
Alves and Busquets were dumbfounded, this time it was real, and the ball was headed for Tang Zhenglong.
Tang Zhenglong immediately squatted down.
Alves and Sergio Busquets were empty-handed, and the ball flew through the space squeezed out by Tang Zhenglong, and goalkeeper ValdΓ©s was caught off guard.
The ball flies into the near corner of the goal.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOALγ
The Bernabeu is boiling.
Ronaldo rushed to the sidelines, ready to enjoy the cheers of the fans, when Tang Zhenglong stood in front of him.
"Don't get in my way!"
"You can step back and let the scorer enjoy the fans."
"You? The scorer? β
Tang Zhenglong pointed to his nose, "To be precise, the hero of the goal is my nose." β
"You don't put gold on your face, the only thing you do is squat, a fool can do, and I am the hero of the goal."
"Cut!! Without my resourcefulness, where would the goals come from. β
Ronaldo was stupid, he pointed to a little fat caddie on the sidelines, "Why don't we find him to comment?" β
"Yes."
"Little fat man, uncle asked you, whose credit is for the goal just now?"
Tang Zhenglong pointed to his jersey, and then pointed to the little fat man, meaning that this jersey will be given to you later.
The little fat man pointed at Tang Zhenglong, "The credit is his." β
Ronaldo was dumbfounded.
"Hahahaha."
Ronaldo was unconvinced: "This little fat man should be short-sighted, change it." β
Ronaldo pointed to a little girl, "Little beauty, uncle asked you, whose credit is for the goal just now?" β
Tang Zhenglong wiped his index finger and thumb and made a gesture to count the money, which means that I will give money.
The little girl pointed at Tang Zhenglong, "The credit is his." β
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"The girl doesn't understand football, she can't understand it, I'll ask another one."
This time it's a little skinny.
"Kid, uncle asked you, whose credit is for the goal just now?"
Tang Zhenglong didn't do anything this time, and the child pointed at Tang Zhenglong, "His." β
Ronaldo was speechless.
"Don't ask, Madrid's caddies are all blind."
Tang Zhenglong didn't understand, this little thin man was very good.
"Kid, why did you choose me?"
I only heard the child say: "Brother Tang Zhenglong, I know you are very good at picking up girls, can you teach me?" β