"Haha, Curly, thank me."

Marcelo glanced at Tang Zhenglong and was silent.

"Damn."

Marcelo handed over a piece of paper.

"The boss doesn't allow me to talk to you, we don't know each other now, okay?"

"It's not !! good"

"Can you play without me? Ungrateful. ”

However, Marcelo never spoke, and finally got the opportunity to play, how could he give up.

******

The ball was passed around in the midfield and Brazil began to slacken.

It seems that the Chinese team has no ability to counterattack at all.

At this time, Li Tie discovered this, old players are old players, and their ability to compete is still relatively strong.

Li Tie found that Melo of the Brazilian team likes to dribble the ball after getting the ball.

It's a terrible habit, and it probably doesn't matter if it's against China, but if it's against a strong team, then it's fatal.

After losing the ball in midfield, he was beaten and counterattacked, and his teammates couldn't go back at all.

Li Tie has been eyeing Melo from the beginning, but the Brazilian team was more cautious at that time, and now, they have completely flattened the Chinese team.

Melo is like training, he doesn't look at people when he gets the ball.

"There's a play."

Li Tie was like a frog boiled in warm water, slowly approaching Merlot little by little.

In fact, the Brazilian team also has people who understand, and midfielder Elano reminded Melo to be careful.

But Melo just smiled, "The other party is 10-0-0, why am I cautious?" Could it be that the ball will run on its own? ”

Elano thinks Melo is quite idiotic, but they are all teammates, and it is not good to clash openly, so he can only endure it.

With a pass in midfield, Melo with his back to the ball, he was ready to turn easily and then organize the attack, but this time he was dumbfounded.

At the moment when he turned around, Li Tie appeared in front of him.

“……”

"How can there be a person here? And it is a player of the Chinese team? ”

Li Tie grinned and broke the ball very unceremoniously.

Then he made a long pass to find Tang Zhenglong in front.

"Hahaha, the opportunity has finally come."

Tang Zhenglong ran forward quickly, but soon met the person who knew him best - Marcelo.

Marcelo accurately stuck the position.

"Oops!"

"Training is together every day, and Curly Hair knows my running position best."

"Curly, don't get stuck in my bit, okay? It's not easy for me to get the ball once, and it's not easy for me to get into the national team. ”

Marcelo ignored it.

Tang Zhenglong broke through on the left and broke through on the right.

The stunned didn't pass.

The ball went out of the sideline and the whole stadium burst into applause, certainly from the Brazilian fans.

Dunga gave Marcelo a thumbs up.

Marcelo held his head high.

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened.

"Inhuman!!"

"I regret it so much, I knew that I would have killed you, and I wouldn't have helped you play."

*****

"Tang Zhenglong seems to have been frozen by Marcelo, which is not good news for the Chinese team." Duan Xuan said.

The Chinese team is not completely without opportunities, but basically it is a big kick directly to the front to Tang Zhenglong.

If Tang Zhenglong is dumbfounded, then the Chinese team's attack is really no threat.

On the Brazilian side, everyone treats Marcelo as a treasure.

"I knew this would have given you a start."

"Hahaha, I have a lot of experience in dealing with Tang Zhenglong, after all, they usually train together."

"The coach is afraid that you will betray the team."

"How is that possible? I am Brazilian, and although Don is a good friend of mine, in the face of national interests, such a little personal friendship does not matter! ”

When Tang Zhenglong heard this, it was really a fire in his eyes.

"Curly hair, you do the first year of junior high school, then don't blame me for being fifteen."

A smile appeared at the corner of Tang Zhenglong's mouth.

"Curly."

……

"Curly."

……

"Huh!!"

"Play dead, huh? Do you want me to publicize that ugly thing for you? ”

As soon as these words came out, Marcelo was stunned.

Here's the thing, Real Madrid played away games, Marcelo was in the same room with Tang Zhenglong, and once Marcelo "dreamed of spring without a trace" and shouted in his dream - Caroline Selico.

Caroline.

Caroline.

Tang Zhenglong felt that this name was very familiar, so he searched the Internet, but he didn't expect a surprise.

Caroline is Kaka's wife, a Brazilian socialite, and the dream lover of countless men.

Originally, this was normal, who in the dreams of young people was not a big battle for three hundred rounds, but ...... A teammate's wife?

Tang Zhenglong remembered that the England team had the so-called Friends and Wives incident, could it be that the Brazilian team would too?

"Tang Zhenglong, don't talk nonsense!!"

"Damn, so you can talk!!"

"What do you think would happen if Kaka knew?"

Marcelo's face darkened.

"What do you want?"

"Drain the water."

"Impossible."

Tang Zhenglong's eyes widened.

"Don, think about it, if I release the water, then FIFA won't let me go, this is match-fixing."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, too!

"Don, you can go to Alves."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head.

"We can't get up, I have to play on the right side, and I have to cut inside on the left side to shoot, but the problem is that there is no support in the middle."

"Then I can't help it."

"Why don't you switch to the right?"

Marcelo shook his head, "Don, I'm sorry, it's the World Cup. ”

Marcelo ran away, Tang Zhenglong looked at Marcelo's back and said with a smile: "How is the World Cup?" ”

******

"The chance of the Chinese team, Zheng Zhi's long pass."

The ball reached the front court and bounced back, and Tang Zhenglong and Marcelo were chasing.

At this time, Tang Zhenglong shouted-"Caroline." ”

Marcelo was like being punched.

"Don, you bastard!!"

"Curly, you're shameless, that's a teammate's wife!!"

After such a hesitation, Tang Zhenglong passed.

"Nima!!"

"Thanks, Curly."

Tang Zhenglong ran forward with the ball, like the wind.

The scene began to be agitated, only this time it was the Chinese team fans.

"It's in the restricted area."

"Will the Chinese team's first goal of the World Cup be born?"

Marcelo sped forward.

He knew that Tang Zhenglong's shot on the right side of the penalty area was basically without hesitation, and it was particularly accurate.

"Plug him for the first !!"

That was the only thought on Marcelo's mind.

At the moment when Tang Zhenglong got up, Marcelo's tackle also arrived, but he didn't expect it...... Tang Zhenglong is a false shot.

"Curly, you know me, and I know you."

Woooooooo

But Marcelo had already slipped out, and the tackle was a hammer deal, and there was no way to do it without a tackle.

After shaking off Marcelo, Tang Zhenglong shot with his feet.

The ball flew straight into the goal, and Cesar was dumbfounded.

GOOOOOOOOAL！！

Tang Zhenglong rushed to the sidelines.

Lose your marbles.

Lose your marbles.

The fans are crazy, the players are crazy, the coaching staff is crazy.

This is the first World Cup goal in the history of the Chinese team.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL！

Tang Zhenglong made a beautiful sliding tackle on the lawn, and then was annihilated by his teammates.

Duan Xuan cried.

"The first goal of the World Cup, I have been waiting for decades!"