One slow motion with the left foot, and one slow motion replay with the right foot.

Tang Zhenglong slid the ball with his left foot to his right foot, and then ...... Tragedy.

Because of incoordination, he stepped on the ball with his right foot.

pia several.

Tang Zhenglong slapped the ground.

Busquets was dumbfounded, he had a faint feeling of being touched.

It's like driving a supercar and meeting an old lady who fell to the ground on the second ring road.

"Referee, he faked a fall."

The referee ran to the linesman.

"What's wrong with Tang Zhenglong?"

"It looks like a fake fall."

The referee shook his head, "Impossible, I've seen Tang Zhenglong's acting skills, it's not so clumsy." ”

"That's?"

"I'll ask."

******

"What!! Are you making croquettes? ”

"You must be expired oil."

Tang Zhenglong Khan died.

"Referee, you're quite humorous."

Busquets let out a sigh, "I thought you faked a fall." ”

Depend on!!!

Tang Zhenglong jumped up.

"Can I fake a fall and let you see it? Who do you insult? ”

Busquets looked at the referee, "Boss, can you bear this?" ”

The referee shrugged, "This guy is hateful, but he can always walk on the edge of the law, and I have to say, he's a smart bad guy." ”

Busquets nodded, thinking, "Why don't I go to college too?" ”

******

"Master, you've made croquettes twice, and you've failed, so you're ready to get smaller."

“……”

"Don't, I'll keep trying."

But croquettes are really hard and require great coordination, which is by no means something that can be practiced in a few minutes.

One slow motion with the left foot, and one slow motion replay with the right foot.

One slow motion with the left foot, and one slow motion replay with the right foot.

"Don, what are you doing?"

Tang Zhenglong looked at Mourinho.

"Croquettes."

"Stop making a fuss."

Tang Zhenglong doesn't want to, but if he doesn't do it, he will become smaller.

Tang Zhenglong found the referee.

"Referee, I fell in this game, it's not a fake fall, I'm practicing croquettes."

"Why did you tell me in advance?"

"That's right, I need to practice with Busquets, so I'm afraid you misunderstand."

Busquets also heard this, and immediately became angry.

"Tang Zhenglong, am I your sparring partner?"

“……”

The referee patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "Fortunately, I'm about to retire." ”

"What does that mean?"

"I don't need to see you again."

“……”

"Do you know how many La Liga referees have chosen to officiate in La Liga because of you?"

Tang Zhenglong was unhappy, he was really unhappy.

*******

Busquets finds Pep Guardiola.

"Boss, can you stop me from defending Tang Zhenglong!!"

"Why? You're doing a great job. ”

"That bastard used me as a sparring partner, and he used me to practice croquettes."

“……”

"Anyway, it's good to be able to prevent it."

"He's humiliating me."

Guardiola burst onto fire.

"You still feel humiliated? You look at the big screen, what is the score now!! ”

"I warn you, if Tang Zhenglong passes from your point again, I will give you some color to see."

******

One slow motion with the left foot, and one slow motion replay with the right foot.

Busquets looked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Can you stop the croquettes?"

"No!!"

"That's good! You just make standard croquettes. ”

"I want to, too, but I need practice."

Busquets vomited three liters of blood.

"There are so many beautiful technologies in the world, why do you have to make croquettes?"

Tang Zhenglong also died of sweat, this can't be said, otherwise it would be not mighty, Han Peng would be sad.

"You me! Why should I explain it to you. ”

******

pia several.

pia several.

pia several.

Tang Zhenglong slapped on the ground continuously.

Busquets just stood with his hands on his chest.

"Don, you're too polite, I'm not the king of Spain, I'm embarrassed that you've knelt so many times."

"Then get out of the way."

On the sidelines of the pitch, Guardiola also wondered, what is Tang Zhenglong doing?

"Scheme?"

Pep Guardiola reminded Busquets to pay attention, but Busquets no longer cares about Tang Zhenglong.

******

China.

A certain city.

A certain composer.

He's watching the game.

I haven't had any good work lately.

"It's so difficult to write songs, I knew this earlier, I went to play football back then, maybe like Tang Zhenglong, sister, ticket, house are all there."

The ideal is beautiful, and the reality is two hundred and five.

Suddenly, he saw Tang Zhenglong's feint.

One slow motion with the left foot, and one slow motion replay with the right foot.

"One slow motion with the left foot, one replay in slow motion with the right foot."

"One slow motion with the left foot, one replay in slow motion with the right foot."

In the moment of electric light, inspiration bursts out.

"Wouldn't it be nice if I changed it to, follow me in slow motion with my left hand and replay it in slow motion with my right hand?"

He was happy.

Unexpectedly, watching football also inspired me to write songs.

"Tang Zhenglong, thank you, I will always support you."

Later, this song was sung by three boys, and it is said that it was also on the Spring Festival Gala.

******

Tang Zhenglong didn't know what was happening in China, he only knew that croquettes were difficult.

"System, can you make a request?"

"What?"

"Play pictures of Fermina, Claudia, Emma, Linda, Kaya, Arya in the system."

"Why?"

"For the sake of their happiness, I will kill to complete the mission."

……

……

The system freezes.

******

Alonso took the ball, he looked at it, he didn't want to pass the ball to Tang Zhenglong, but there was no way, now Barcelona no longer defends him, all to defend Ronaldo.

"Don, I'll trust you one last time, don't waste another opportunity."

The ball came and Busquets rolled his eyes, "Okay, it's time to rest." ”

Tang Zhenglong played the ball with his left foot, and his right foot immediately followed.

Busquets' heart moved.

This time it seems to be different.

It feels a lot smoother.

"Hey, it seems to have worked."

Tang Zhenglong quickly broke through with the ball, Busquets was dumbfounded, and Tang Zhenglong had already entered the penalty area.

"Hahaha."

"Girls, don't worry, Tang Zhenglong is still the same Tang Zhenglong, Ouye."

Barcelona's defense had completely given up on Tang Zhenglong, so no one was staring at Tang Zhenglong at this time, and in the face of Valdés, Tang Zhenglong passed the ball.

"Another croquette!!"

The commentary was stunned.

Tang Zhenglong made two croquettes in a row, passing Sergio Busquets and goalkeeper Valdés respectively.

Now it's empty.

Tang Zhenglong pushes the ball into the empty goal.

GOOOOOOOAL！！！

Camp Nou was dumbfounded.

The camera shows Mourinho, who spreads his hands out, like a king being worshipped by everyone.

boooooooooo。

At this point, the boos are like applause.

Mu Shuai showed his trademark evil smile, he was proud, 3-0.

Mu Shuai pointed at Gua Shuai and shook his index finger.

"You can't."

It's the subtext.

The Barcelona bench was furious again and Guardiola stopped his own players, knowing that Mourinho was hoping for a clash.

"We need to calm down now!"