Chapter 885: It's called Performance Art
"Jose, does Tang Zhenglong sell it? I'll give it to you. Ferguson laughed.
Mourinho sneered, "10 Rooney is about the same. β
Ferguson scolded softly - get out!
Mourinho is a little looking forward to Tang Zhenglong's equalizer, then it will be cool, his first official game in office is a big reversal.
on the pitch.
Real Madrid surrounded Manchester United's penalty area and slammed into it.
But Manchester United is Manchester United after all, and the defensive intensity is very good.
"I can't open it!"
Ronaldo doesn't pass the ball anymore, it's basically a waste of opportunities, it's better to shoot directly in front of the penalty area, in case he scores one!!
At this time, Tang Zhenglong ran over.
"Cristiano!"
"What?"
"Can you take a free-kick in front of the box?"
"A free kick? What do you mean? β
Tang Zhenglong Khan.
"Anyway, it's just trying to get a free kick."
If Tang Zhenglong wants to correct with the ball, then there must be a set-piece.
"You mean to let me fake fall?"
"Don't say it's so ugly, it should be performance art."
Burst.
Ronaldo was dumbfounded, it was the first time someone had said that the fake fall was so fresh and refined.
"Performance art?"
'yes, now Manchester United don't attack, we can't score, set-pieces are a good opportunity to break down the dense defence.'
"Then why don't you go about "performance art"? β
"I've been targeted?"
Ronaldo smiled: "I understand, you are a repeat offender. β
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"There's no way I'm going to do this kind of thing, I'm not that low."
Real Madrid attack.
The ball was at Benzema's feet, the Frenchman had to hold it with his back, and Vidic leaned so tight that he couldn't turn around at all.
Benzema defends the ball and then passes it back to the box.
At this time, Ronaldo faked a real shot and buckled Fletcher, at this time Fletcher stretched his legs, but at the last moment, Fletcher may have remembered that this was in front of the penalty area, so he closed his legs.
Ronaldo suddenly remembered Tang Zhenglong's words.
"Isn't that a bit low? If I fall now, it's definitely a fake fall, but ......"
Cristiano Ronaldo fell.
Fletcher was dumbfounded.
Your thick-eyed Ronaldo has also learned to fake falls, everyone used to be on the same team, you have become bad.
"Cristiano, you are learning the same as Tang Zhenglong now."
"Fake falls are very low, and it's one that all football players should resist."
"Who said that?" Tang Zhenglong crossed his waist on the side and said confidently: "This is performance art. β
DUANGοΌοΌοΌ
Fletcher was dumbfounded.
"Performance art?"
"That's right."
Fletcher trembled with anger: "Don...... Correct...... Dragon, are you still not a professional footballer? β
"I'm World Footballer of the Year!! You are? Who is it? β
Burst.
Tang Zhenglong stretched out his hand to help Ronaldo.
"Well done."
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"I didn't fake a fall, I lost my balance."
Tang Zhenglong smiled, "I'll get used to this kind of thing after a few more times." β
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"Don, your cheek can be used as body armor."
Tang Zhenglong touched his cheek, "Really?" β
Ronaldo rolled his eyes.
Tang Zhenglong stood in front of the ball.
Mourinho approached Ferguson, "Sir, I bet with you that Tang Zhenglong can slam in with one kick." β
"Bet on what?"
"You Scots are so good at drinking, why don't you gamble on a drink?"
"Haha, yes!"
Ferguson was unhappy in his heart, "Bless it, don't let Tang Zhenglong kick it in, otherwise you will lose your life." β
Van der Sar's side is waiting for him, and he has seen Tang Zhenglong's perverted free kick.
It is also the so-called anti-physical free kick from the outside world, but people who hate Tang Zhenglong generally call it a perverted free kick.
There was a wall of six people lined up on Manchester United's side.
Tang Zhenglong crossed his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "Are you just lining up a wall of 6 people?" I'd recommend all of them, my free-kicks are pretty good. β
"We know, perverted free kicks." Scholes laughed.
Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.
"Perverted free kick?"
is obviously wise and majestic, is Tang's free kick good?
Tang Zhenglong was super unhappy.
"Is that good? If I kick in, you will follow me again and say that you are wise and powerful, and you will be brave for Tang's free kicks. β
Manchester United player Khan.
"What if you can't kick it in?"
"Then I'll shout 100 times Long live Manchester United."
"Good! That's it. β
Tang Zhenglong took a few steps back.
THEN DUANG'S SNAP, HE AND MARCELO COLLIDED.
The United players were stunned for a moment, then laughed and fell to the ground.
"Hahahaha."
"Hahaha."
"Tang Zhenglong, we served, we lost."
"Curly, what are you doing behind me?"
"How did I know you were suddenly backing away."
Tang Zhenglong stood up, and the Manchester United player smiled: "Tang, you need a reversing radar." β
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"Haha."
"Shut up!!"
Tang Zhenglong began to run, and a curved ball went out, and the ball path was normal, but suddenly the ball began to deflect.
Van der Sar looked at it, and that familiar taste came again.
Van der Sar moved his feet quickly and just as he pounced on the far side, the ball deflected again, which was fatal for the goalkeeper.
Van der Sar reached for it and didn't touch the ball.
The ball went into the goal.
GOOOOOOOOOOALοΌοΌοΌ
Ferguson was dizzy and crouched on the ground.
"Tang Zhenglong!!"
"It's Tang Zhenglong again!!"
Mourinho's heart is secretly happy.
"Well done, little bastard."
The Bernabeu boiled, from 0-3, to 3-3, and Tang Zhenglong saved the team again.
"Tang Zhenglong."
"Tang Zhenglong."
"Tang Zhenglong."
When you're doing well, the fans at the Bernabeu don't hesitate to applaud.
Tang Zhenglong ran up to Scholes.
"Call all of your people over, shout in front of Tang Invincible that you are wise and powerful, majestic and majestic, long live Tang's free kick."
Scholes Khan.
This TMD is too middle two.
"Don, it's almost there, you're still serious."
"Could it be that you are cheating?"
"That's right."
If I want to it, is it possible that there is an overall trend of thickening the skin in the football world now?
"Hey, you're Manchester United, can you have a face?"
"Don, I find it a good thing to study with you."
"Don't, don't learn from me, I'm just a legend."
Burst.
Scholes also crossed his hands on his hips, "I'm going to play tricks anyway, what can you do?" β
Tang Zhenglong was furious.
"Then I'll score another goal and let you Manchester United dogs eat S."
"your !!"
Scholes looked at the time, there is still 1 minute left, can Tang Zhenglong score another goal?
"If you can score another goal, then I'll call that ...... again"
"Wise and powerful, majestic, long live Tang's free kick."
"Okay, that's it."
"Let's go, let's find the referee to be a witness, I'm afraid you will cheat again this time."
Scholes Khan died, which seems silly.