GOOOOOOOAL！！！

GOOOOOOOOOAL！！！

"Great back-heel goal."

After Tang Zhenglong scored, he was still confused.

"I'm in? Did I really get in? ”

Marcelo stepped forward and patted him.

"Yes!! Now it's all about humiliating the opponent. ”

"I didn't humiliate my opponent."

"Don't explain, you're humiliating your opponent, you can push it, but you just have to turn around and shoot."

“……”

"I was forced, do you believe it?"

"Hahaha."

The Bayern players gritted their teeth, seeing Tang Zhenglong is like seeing an enemy, it's okay for you to score goals on the pitch, but it's too much to insult us.

"Tang Zhenglong, you'd better be careful."

Van der Vaart here is ready to play.

"Haha, it's finally my turn."

Pellegrini Khan died, of course he remembered what he had just said, but ...... That's angry talk, whoever scores a goal on the football field is the boss, Tang Zhenglong suddenly turned around and shot the goal, damn it, but the problem is that he kicked in.

"The ......"

"Boss, needless to say, I know, I will perform well, I will play better than Tang Zhenglong."

"That...... You can't play. ”

Van der Vaart was stunned.

"Why?"

"Because Tang Zhenglong scored."

"But he broke the rules."

'But he scored, I know he's a jerk, but he can score goals, football is realistic.'

Woooooooo

Van der Vaart cried to death, but I didn't expect the boss to be the same as Tang Zhenglong now, and he learned badly!!

******

Bayern have no way back, and Van Gaal will need to score at least two goals if he wants to turn the tables, and it will only be a two-legged draw.

"Now we can only trust the willpower of the Germans."

German football has never been a soft persimmon.

Lahm picked up the ball on the right flank, dodged a defender with a feint, and then continued to go under.

At this time, no one noticed that Robben had already swam to the middle.

Just when everyone thought that Rahm would cross to Klose, he suddenly passed to Robben in an inverted triangle.

How strong is Robben the Dutch flyer? Needless to say, a healthy Robben is not much worse than Cristiano Ronaldo.

Arjen Robben takes the ball in front of the penalty area, which is a local belt for Robben.

Robben's zone is an area on the right side of the penalty area, where Robben's left-footed long-range shot has a very high success rate.

Robben glanced at goal and fired a left-footed shot at goal.

The ball arcs and flies straight into the back corner of the goal.

Cassie was shocked when he saw it, because last season, Robben was still a Real Madrid man, and in training, Robben could often hit such long-range shots.

It's basically a dead end.

Cassie flew to the back post and the ball was still a step quicker, burrowing into the corner of the goal.

GOOOOOOAL！！

The Bernabeu quieted down and they understood why Bayern Munich fans would be ecstatic because it was a precious away goal in gold.

Don't look at Real Madrid leading now, but Bayern scored another goal, and the situation was immediately reversed.

That's where the excitement of the two-legged Champions League comes in, and Manuel Pellegrini has quieted down, knowing the situation is critical.

******

"We must not allow the opponent to score any more goals." Pellegrini suddenly turned on the hair dryer mode.

"Tang Zhenglong, Cristiano, score for me."

"Boss, I know you're in a hurry, but you can't rush to the doctor, why did you even call Cristiano, it's OK to call me alone."

Pellegrini's face darkened.

"It's all your fault, if you hadn't wasted a chance, we'd have scored two goals now, I warn you, if you shoot with your heel again, I'll replace you right away."

Tang Zhenglong died, but fortunately, 20 minutes had passed, and he had scored a goal, otherwise Pellegrini would have done it.

"Nima, the system, it's all your fault."

"What?"

Tang Zhenglong found that in the first 20 minutes, he hoped that Real Madrid would have no offensive opportunities, but Real Madrid was strong, and now he wants Real Madrid to be strong, but Bayern has mastered the game.

"Isn't that normal? Real Madrid is tired. ”

"I know, but why can't you reverse the order of the tasks?"

"That's going to be boring."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded!!

"Sooner or later, you will be killed, but Diego and the system are difficult to raise."

"Master, don't think I don't know what the original words are."

“……”

*********

"Is there an audience who thinks the same as me, that is, Florentino is a fool, how strong are the Robben and Sneijder he sold, look, do we need Ronaldo, do we need Tang Zhenglong? We would have had Robben. ”

At Real Madrid, not everyone supports Florentino, and there are many who hate the way he spends money.

Arjen Robben picked up the ball in front of the box and Cassie was convinced, it was as accurate as a penalty, aiming for the back post.

"Here we go again......"

A kick pierced the clouds, but it hit high.

Robben touched his bald head, a little regretful, almost.

"Guti." Pellegrini called Guti over.

"Guti, don't do the rest, just stare Robben to death for me."

"Boss, are you sure?"

"That's right."

However, German football is a whole, and it soon became clear to Manuel Pellegrini that this was not an option, because Schweinsteiger, Klose and even Gomez all had good long-range shooting ability.

At this moment, there was a ding.

Mission: Grab Robben's hair.

Reward: Influence the weather once (available in the group stage of the World Cup).

Penalty: -5 speed.

Tang Zhenglong was stupid.

"Didn't you say it's okay to collect five stars? What is this? ”

"Master, the collection task is random, this is a general task, I will intersperse the branch."

"Don't !! I want to take Li Tie to the World Cup now, and I'm not interested in the rest. ”

"Master, this is not up to you."

Looking at the task again, what does it mean to grab Robben's hair?

"System, Robben is bald."

"No, he still has a few hairs."

Tang Zhenglong looked at it, yes, but it was almost like a kiwi.

"Nima!! You call this hair ......."

"Did you go to school?"

"Master, the time has come to test your finger strength."

“……”

******

Tang Zhenglong looked at Marcelo's beard, which was almost the same as the hairs on Robben's head.

"Even if you've practiced one-finger Zen, you can't hold it, right?"

Tang Zhenglong stretched out his hand.

"Don, what are you doing?"

"I'd like to see if I can pull your beard."

"Get out! Don, you're getting too much, I don't have a beard, I just shaved it today. ”

Tang Zhenglong looked at it, and the only bald head in Real Madrid was the warrior monk Pepe.

He ran over and stretched out his hand from behind, "Don't blame, don't blame, I'm just doing an experiment." ”

But what Tang Zhenglong didn't know was that Pepe was not just nicknamed a warrior monk, he had really practiced.