"One-two-three-four, two-two-three-four, three-two-three-four, one more time."

Dunga glanced at it.

"Marcelo, are you warming up a little early? Even if I send you, it's the second half, right? ”

Marcelo Khan.

"Boss, being idle is idle anyway."

"What's wrong with this?" Dunga said he didn't understand.

But it doesn't matter if the players want to run.

Marcelo looked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, good buddy, it's up to you!!"

On the court, Tang Zhenglong glanced at Bastos.

Bastos also glanced at Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, your team's formation is very special, 901."

“……”

"Don, I bet you won't get the ball once."

"Huh." Tang Zhenglong sneered: "I bet you will be replaced by Marcelo within 10 minutes." ”

"Hahaha, if you give me 1 million, then I might consider it."

"Really?" Tang Zhenglong's tone seemed to be eager to close the deal.

Bastos sweated profusely.

"You're stupid to me."

"Yes!"

"you!!"

Tang Zhenglong looked at it, he really didn't have a chance to get the ball, Qu Bo and Gao Lin both returned to their own half.

"This ball is at its peak, and it's the same with old Malaysia."

"No way!"

Tang Zhenglong ran back to his own half, hoping to get the ball.

"The Chinese team had 20% possession, and we expected the Chinese team to be very passive before the game, but the reality was even more difficult than we imagined."

Wutai commentator Duan Xuan said helplessly.

Zhu Guanghu put his hands on his chest on the side of the court, he was calm, because he had communicated with people within the Football Association, it was normal to play Brazil in 2002.

When the national football team participates in the World Cup, it is normal to be abused at the beginning.

Back in his own half, Tang Zhenglong approached Kaka.

"Teammates."

"Teammates?" Kaka was stunned.

"When did we become teammates?"

"You're definitely coming to Real Madrid next season."

Kaka shook his head, "Not necessarily. ”

"Humility! You're so humble, a superstar like you, you're definitely going to play with me, remember the time we had a big time in Milan? ”

The past is unbearable, Kaka is not that kind of person, he doesn't like the life of a drunken gold fan.

"I forgot, I'm married."

"I'm telling you, men who are married these years are more liked."

Burst.

Fabiano shouted.

"Kaka, attack."

Kaka nodded.

"We'll talk later." Tang Zhenglong said with a smile.

"Still don't, I don't want to talk to you."

……

******

Corner kick by Brazil.

Set-pieces are a magic weapon for strong teams to break down dense defences.

The Brazilian team really pressed, and even defender Lucio went up.

Tang Zhenglong also returned.

Draw a circle with me with your left hand and follow with your right hand.

Tang Zhenglong circled Fabiano.

"What are you doing?"

"Defend you."

“……”

Is this defense? This is obviously a foundation!!

Fabiano's face darkened.

Tang Zhenglong smiled: "Do you feel honored?" ”

"Why should I feel honored?"

"Look, you're a Sevilla player, in the league, will a superstar like me defend you?"

"Or in the league, Sevilla play Real Madrid, can you still have corner kick opportunities?"

Fabiano was dumbfounded.

'I'm a Brazil international now.

"I know, the cheapest Brazilian striker of all time."

Burst.

Fabiano vomited blood, he didn't hit people in the face, Tang Zhenglong was slapping his face.

"But it doesn't matter, change my shirt with me at half-time, you'll feel like you're in limb."

"Get out of here." Fabiano pushed Tang Zhenglong away.

Tang Zhenglong held on.

"Don't try to run away from my defenses."

The ball was kicked off, but Brazil didn't get it.

Fabiano went crazy and went to the referee to complain.

Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "Luis, didn't you just say that you are the cheapest Brazilian striker in history, just ask the referee to complain about me." ”

……

……

"You fouled, Chiguoguo, you circled me, like this." Fabiano imitated it, his expression obscene.

The referee sweated to death.

"You two don't make a fuss, can you believe it? This is the World Cup. ”

……

"One verbal warning, the next one is a yellow card."

*******

Dunga frowned, and Brazil's possession rate rose again, but the football game is about who scores more goals, not who has more possession.

Even if Brazil had 100% possession, it would be useless not to score.

"Shameless, 10-0-0 formation, all retracted."

Tang Zhenglong is also back, and the Chinese team is no longer in front.

Marcelo wanted to cry without tears.

"Don, you're lying to me again!! Woooooooo ”

10-0-0 formation, will Bastos get hurt? Unless someone beats him up.

Tang Zhenglong remembers getting a World Cup lucky card a few months ago.

Just take it out and use it.

"System, can I make a wish with this card?"

"No problem."

******

Taking advantage of the opportunity to drink water, Bastos came to the sidelines and whispered to Marcelo: "You die, I heard the conversation between you and Tang Zhenglong, do you want me to be injured?" Is it possible? ”

Marcelo looked at it, it was really impossible, Tang Zhenglong went back.

"Admit it, I'm better than you in the national team."

"Cut!!"

Marcelo was still stiff-mouthed, "We'll see." ”

******

"Don, it's been 9 minutes, you get Bastos down."

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened, "Okay, you tell the Brazilian team to stop attacking, I'll go get Bastos right away." ”

……

"Nima!!"

"You're Pinocchio, I shouldn't have believed you."

Marcelo returned to his seat and did not warm up.

Just when Marcelo had just sat down and the chair was not hot, the situation on the pitch changed and Bastos fell.

Marcelo's jaw dropped in shock, "Could it be Tang Zhenglong's curse?" ”

It turned out to be like this, Bastos ran to the sidelines to pick up the ball.

It stands to reason that you can pick up the ball, but Bastos doesn't know which tendon is wrong, so he is ready to make a fuss, step on the ball with one foot, then pull the ball back, and finally turn the ball upside down with his toes.

The ideal is plump, and the reality is the backbone.

Bastos didn't get his hands on it, stepped on the ball, slid out, and then tragedy.

Tang Zhenglong and Marcelo watched the replay together.

"Don, is this your curse?"

"That's right!! Chinese Secret Arts. ”

"Curly, give me 1 million, or I'll curse you that side will never work."

“……”

"Get out!!"

Dunga is super unhappy in his heart, can this be hurt? It's just kidding.

"Marcelo, come here."

"Boss, I'm here."

"I know you're a good left-back, but I'm worried that you and Tang Zhenglong are teammates, and your relationship is too good."

Marcelo pretended to be stupid and said: "Who is Tang Zhenglong?" I don't even know you. ”

……

"Well, preferably !! I'll send you on the field, but you're not allowed to say a word to Tang Zhenglong. ”

"Got it!!"