Chapter 908: Did I Say This?
Di Maria wanted to shoot, but for some reason, his left foot suddenly disobeyed and suddenly smashed the ball in front of the penalty area.
"This ......"
The commentary was stunned, and I have to say that Di Maria has the demeanor of a master in this treatment.
Shake off all the opponents.
Before the ball arrived in the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong caught up, shot with a kick, the ball opened the ball path to correct, and suddenly broke down, Stekelenburg had already flown out, and the ball suddenly turned back and shook him.
GOOOOOOOOALοΌοΌοΌ
Mourinho jumped.
"Beautiful!!"
"Boss, do you feel like we're playing Barcelona?" Ronaldo laughed.
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"Nope!! We are Real Madrid. β
Ronaldo was embarrassed and knew that he had said the wrong thing.
"Cristiano, I'm going to criticize you, Barcelona also learned from the Netherlands, you said that we played like the Netherlands, I can accept it."
"Haha, okay, we're like Holland."
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Di Maria and Benzema ran towards Tang Zhenglong.
"Don, we just had a magical feeling."
"Is it driven by instinct?"
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"I said it earlier, this is an oriental secret technique."
Di Maria and Benzema looked at each other, but they didn't expect it to be true.
Tang Zhenglong patted the shoulders of the two.
"Enjoy beautiful football, it's football in its purest form."
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"Damn, it's all a pass, is this still Real Madrid?" The commentary was stunned by Di Maria, Benzema, and Tang Zhenglong's mercury-like attack.
Not once, not twice, but almost every time.
The cooperation of the three people suddenly became very tacit.
"Could it be the change brought about by going round and round?"
After finishing speaking, the commentary felt ridiculous, how could it be?
But if you go back a bit, it seems that everything changed after that one spin and circle.
The Ajax players also noticed that something was wrong, and Real Madrid seemed to be humiliating themselves in the way of Dutch football.
This is Cruyff's football, that is the football of Ajax.
Can ...... now
Tang Zhenglong found that the blood bar was rising slowly, and his heart was happy.
"Hahaha, it works well."
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At the hospital, Martin Joel was examined and determined to be fine.
He watched the game.
The little nurse advised him: "Don't watch football in your current situation." β
"Haha, it's okay, I'm strong enough, I don't believe you can monitor my blood pressure."
"Yes, but if the blood pressure is above 120, I'll turn off the TV right away."
"No problem."
Martin Joel looked at it, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
"How...... The opponent is like the Dutch team, and we are playing in fear. β
Martin Joel had seen the Three Musketeers era, when Dutch football was picturesque, but now?
At that moment, the little nurse turned off the TV.
"What are you !! doing?"
"It's over 120."
Martin Yoel took a deep breath, and he remembered Tang Zhenglong's words, "Could it be that kid is right?" β
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With a ding, the task is complete.
The first Dragon Ball arrived.
Tang Zhenglong laughed.
"Ah...... It's time to clock out and out. β
He approached Mores, "Boss, I've been running too much this time, can you replace me?" β
In a group stage, he took the lead again, and Tang Zhenglong didn't care too much.
Mores was dumbfounded, "Didn't you say that players should have dreams?" β
"Did I say that?"
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"Boss, in fact, dreams are not that important, are they?"
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"Tang Zhenglong, are you schizophrenic?"
Mores rejected Tang Zhenglong's request for a substitution, and Tang Zhenglong Khan died.
"Then I'll rest on the court."
But Benzema and Di Maria don't think so, they both feel hot feet and want to score again!!
"Don, don't stand, run, don't you want a beautiful football?"
"Yes, Don, for the football dream."
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Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "I fooled you, do you really believe it?" β
"But I'm tired!!"
The Dutchman's all-attacking and all-defensive football looks beautiful, but it needs to be supported by running behind it.
Beautiful football requires more than 50% more than people in each position, and Tang Zhenglong is certainly unwilling.
Di Maria stretched out her fist, "For the dream!!" β
"You said it!!"
Tang Zhenglong really wanted to smack himself.
"Why did I say it to death?"
Tang Zhenglong can only run and run.
Unexpectedly, at this time, the captain of the other party, De Jong, came over.
"Don, I'm ashamed, you're right, people should have dreams, I can't play for money."
Tang Zhenglong stretched out his hand and made a STOP gesture.
"Stop!"
"I think it's good to play for money."
De Jong was even more ashamed, "Don, you are so noble, you don't even despise me." β
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Tang Zhenglong patted De Jong on the shoulder.
"Although I am the World Footballer of the Year and am about to win the Ballon d'Or, I am actually equal to you."
De Jong was impressed.
"Actually, we all know what you mean, Real Madrid educated us with beautiful football."
"Don, don't worry, I won't take money so seriously in the future, I decided to donate 200,000 euros to help the team's youth training and train the next Kluivert."
Tang Zhenglong put on a light and breezy expression, and nodded slightly, "Very good, very good." β
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Mores touched his chin.
"It's all messed up, it's not a tactic I arranged at all."
"Could it be that in the team now, Tang Zhenglong's influence has surpassed mine?"
Mores was upset.
But the team's offense is much more beautiful, and the offense is really fluid, just like playing a game.
At this time, Real Madrid scored another goal, or the triangle cooperation of Benzema and Di Maria, Tang Zhenglong, and finally broke through the defense line, and Benzema scored the goal.
The score was fixed at 3-1, and victory was in sight.
The Bernabeu fans gave a standing ovation, you must know that what can make Real Madrid fans stand up, it takes a god-level performance, these fans are the most picky on the planet.
"Real Madrid beat Dutch football in the way of Dutch football, is that ironic or a tribute?"
The few Ajax fans in the stadium left early, which was humiliating for them.
The two eternal topics in the world of football are whether to make football beautiful or utilitarian.
In this game, Real Madrid proved with its actions that football can be beautiful and utilitarian.
In the last ten minutes, Real Madrid stopped attacking, and Ajax stopped defending, and the two sides played peacefully.
The referee did not give stoppage time, and the final whistle blew as soon as the 90 minutes arrived.
Real Madrid won 3-1 against Ajax in their Champions League opener.
De Jong ran over and exchanged jerseys with Tang Zhenglong.
"Idol, can we exchange jerseys?"
Tang Zhenglong began to pretend to be X, "Don't call me an idol, I'm just an ordinary ordinary person." β
The more Tang Zhenglong pretended, the more De Jong regarded him as a master.
"Idol!"