Chapter 901: Diego, You Traitor
Messi shoots.
The ball is held by the goalkeeper.
Tang Zhenglong started immediately.
"Quick! Keep an eye on him. β
Saville pointed at Tang Zhenglong.
The goalkeeper's pass came, and Tang Zhenglong took the ball all the way forward after receiving it.
At this time, he remembered the last one of the old Matt's training - in fact, the most unreliable thing in Argentina is goalkeeper Romero.
Argentina has historically had top-notch goalkeepers, such as Goyechea.
But it's no longer the same.
Argentina's goalkeeper is getting more and more pitted.
Tang Zhenglong glanced at it, Romero's position was really too forward.
So Tang Zhenglong decisively shot with his feet.
Saville knew it was bad at first glance.
"This ......"
"Oh my God, why do we know all about our weaknesses, the Chinese team."
At this time, Savilla chuckled in his heart, he remembered, didn't they all say that Maradona was Tang Zhenglong's father-in-law?
"Is it Diego?"
Such a thought flashed through the air, and the ball went in.
GOOOOOOOOOALοΌοΌοΌ
The whole of Argentina shook it.
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In the stands, the old horse drank beer and crossed Erlang's legs, which was very comfortable.
"Haha, now the whole of Argentina knows what a stupid thing it is to replace Diego."
"Tang Zhenglong's performance is awesome, I must thank him later, and by the way, mend our relationship."
"If only this guy were really my son-in-law, I heard that he can earn more than 10 million euros a year."
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At the end of the game, the Chinese team was ecstatic and defeated Argentina 3-2, which can be blown for a long time.
Savilla turned around and left, when reporters gathered around.
"What do you think of a game like this?"
'I'm disappointed but it's normal, the new Argentina need to run in and we need time.
"But the opponent is the Chinese team."
"The Chinese team? What's wrong? They are also a team that can reach the World Cup, and they have a goalscorer like Tang Zhenglong. β
At this moment, Savilla seemed to see something, and a familiar figure flashed by, the figure was chubby, with a little obscenity, very much like the person.
"Am I right?"
The reporter shouted a few times.
Saville came to her senses.
"I'm sorry, I'm leaving, I'll talk about the press conference."
Pushing the reporter away, Savilla trotted over, but was nowhere to be seen.
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"Hahaha, Don, you've done a great job."
"Diego, why are you so happy, that old man has no enmity with you, besides, you were fired because you led the team to defeat Germany, and you deserved it."
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"you!!"
"Diego, I advise you, be generous, like me, that will be happier."
Burst!!
The old horse had a black face.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, and then give me a hard criticism of Savilla at the press conference, belittleing his tactics to the point that they are worthless."
Tang Zhenglong Khan.
"Does it need to be that ruthless?"
"Of course, I want the world to know that Argentina is nothing without Diego Maradona."
Hehe.
"Diego, you're such a bad person."
"Okay!! It's really you!! β
The old horse was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to see Saville standing there in a huff.
Saville rushed over and grabbed the old horse.
"Diego, I didn't expect you to be a traitor, you bastard."
"You're a mongrel."
"Let go of me."
"Follow me to the reporter and make things clear."
Lao Ma sneered: "Do you have a problem with your brain, what evidence do you have?" β
"You come with me, too."
"Me?" Tang Zhenglong pointed to himself.
"That's right."
"Hehe, I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
Savilla said angrily: "Then I will expose the collusion between the two of you at the press conference, Diego, you will bear the consequences." β
Tang Zhenglong knew that Saville was already mad, and people would do anything when they were mad.
Tang Zhenglong patted the old horse and said in his ear: "Diego, if this matter is made public, if it is serious, it will be regarded as match-fixing, and our Chinese team is also very passive." β
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"What then? There's no way I'm going to apologize anyway. β
"Well, I'll apologize."
"It's okay, you're more shameless."
Tang Zhenglong's face darkened.
Tang Zhenglong put on a smiling face.
"Saville, huh?"
"Actually, here's the thing, Diego is just like a child, and he's dying, what do you have to do with a dead man."
"Dying?"
"Yes, if you look at him, there must be a lot of problems, look at you again, how healthy you are."
Savilla said angrily: "Then you can't betray your country." β
"I know, I know." Tang Zhenglong nodded again and again.
"You see if this will work, I will help you say good things at the press conference and recover your losses."
Savilla listened, and it wasn't bad.
"My loss is so big, can I get it back?"
"Of course, I have a good relationship with the journalists, and Diego is also the pride of Argentina, and it is not good for Argentine football to poke this out."
Saville thought about it, and it was the same reason.
"Then it will depend on your performance, if my loss cannot be recovered, then I don't care, Diego must be spurned."
Tang Zhenglong nodded and sent Savilla away, Tang Zhenglong gave Maradona a little money.
"You take a taxi and leave."
The old horse rubbed the ticket in his hand.
"That's it? Why don't you buy a plane ticket for me? β
Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.
"Get out of here!!"
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At the press conference, Savilla had been sprayed to death by reporters, his face was black, and he gave Tang Zhenglong a look, which means - next look at you.
It was Tang Zhenglong's turn.
"Don, what do you think of this incapable Argentina team?"
Tang Zhenglong laughed, "No! I think it's the best Argentina in history. β
DUANGοΌοΌ
Immediately, an Argentine reporter stood up and said, "Don, you're sarcastic about us, then please say it directly." β
Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "This Argentine friend, listen to me." β
"Now that the Europa League has just started, the Argentine players are all players from the European giants, and after 2-0, they are actually relaxed."
"Please understand, professional football is so cruel now, no one can give their best for a friendly match, so the real battle is the first 20 minutes, and then it's all garbage time."
The reporter was dumbfounded, how else can he operate like this?
"Admit it, Mr. Savilla, did you let the players relax?"
Savilla was stunned, "I didn't." β
He smiled and nodded, "That's right, after 2-0, I told the players that it's time to rest, you've proven yourself." β
Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "So the real score of this game is 2-0, Argentina wins!" β