"Cross!!"

Brazilian centre-back Chris puts the ball out.

"It's the centerback again."

Lyon's bald centre-back Chris is tough.

He patted Benzema on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You still like to grab the front point the most." ”

……

Benzema doesn't have absolute height, so he likes to grab the front spot, but his running position is still very good, Chris knows Benzema's running position very well, after all, they used to train together every day.

Benzema gritted his teeth.

Tang Zhenglong ran over, "What did that bald guy say to you?" Scolding you? Do you want me to help you? ”

Benzema shook his head.

"It's fine."

Soon, Tang Zhenglong found that Chris could accurately predict Benzema's movement every time, as if there was a system.

"No wonder."

Tang Zhenglong found Benzema.

"Why don't we change it?"

"Changing seats?"

"yes, I remember you had a good pass."

Benzema is an all-round striker with good passing.

"But you?"

"Think I'm short?"

Benzema smiled, "No, that guy is tough. ”

"I just like tough ones."

Tang Zhenglong ran into the penalty area, and Chris was stunned for a moment.

"Real Madrid is gone?"

"Bald, don't talk so much nonsense."

……

"Bald?"

"Don't think I won't dare beat you."

"You try to beat one up? To this. Tang Zhenglong pointed to his face.

Chris hated it.

But if this punch continues, then his career is over.

"Get out."

Alonso's cross from the wing.

A curling ball came in, and Tang Zhenglong rushed in front of Chris.

In this case, the defender immediately pulls the man, and Chris grabs the jersey first, as is customary.

The moment he touched Tang Zhenglong's jersey, he saw that Tang Zhenglong was like an electric shock.

Yes!!!!!!!!!

Chris was dumbfounded.

"Did I get my lightning hand?"

Soon he reacted, Tang Zhenglong's guy was a fake fall.

"Get up!! Pinocchio. ”

"Referee, he's faking a fall."

Tang Zhenglong got up slowly.

"Referee, he punched."

……

"You lied !!"

The referee indicated that the game continued.

But after such a fuss, Chris has a psychological shadow, he doesn't dare to touch Tang Zhenglong anymore, this guy is like tofu in the forbidden area, and it will break when he touches it.

Real Madrid crossed from the side, Chris was a step slow, and Tang Zhenglong grabbed the header.

The top of the ball is a little positive.

Lloris receives the ball.

"Chris, what's the matter with you?"

"That guy can't touch it."

Lori was stunned: "Is he electrified?" ”

"That guy knocks him down at the touch of it, like a scoundrel on the streets of Lyon."

Burst.

"Then you have to defend it, too." Lori patted the gloves.

Again the high ball is crossed into the box.

"I warn you, don't touch me, or I'll fall to the ground right away."

"Get out."

Under Tang Zhenglong's verbal interference, Chris made another mistake.

At this time, the head coach of Lyon could not sit still.

"Chris, what's going on?"

"Defensive."

"Yes."

The pressure from teammates, the pressure from the coach, and eventually the quantitative change to the qualitative change, the pressure on Chris is increasing.

Real Madrid cross again.

Chris's mind was full of images of the head coach spraying himself, a miserable feeling.

"No, I'm a centre-back, how can I lose to a Pinocchio."

Thereupon...... He reached out and nudged.

And then......

Tragedy.

"Referee, I can explain."

This time, the referee was watching from a short distance, and Tang Zhenglong did not fake a fall.

"Miracle, Tang Zhenglong didn't fake a fall."

The referee pointed to the penalty spot.

Penalty kick.

Mourinho clenched his hands into fists, but he didn't dare to celebrate, worried about being slapped in the face.

Tang Zhenglong put the ball on the penalty spot.

Run-up, a push, the ball hits the ground into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！！！！

1 to 1.

Pierre called Chris over and briefly criticized him.

"But it's not all your fault, we shouldn't have given the opposition so many crosses."

Pierre called for a stronger defense on the wings, especially against Alonso.

In this way, Real Madrid have fewer crosses and naturally less of a threat.

Tang Zhenglong had nothing to do in the penalty area.

"Benzema, let's get it back."

"Why? I think you're good in the box and you cheated a penalty. ”

"Nima, that was a penalty I got in a good way, okay? You just cheated a penalty!! ”

Benzema and Tang Zhenglong were replaced, and in the position of the front midfield, Tang Zhenglong had a lot more opportunities to get the ball.

Towards the end of the first half, Tang Zhenglong shot from a distance in front of the penalty area and slammed it on the post.

The goalpost shook and swayed, and Lori was stunned.

This bastard's shot is really accurate.

"Stare Tang Zhenglong to death for me." Pierre gave the order to die.

But the problem is that Real Madrid is not only Tang Zhenglong, Ronaldo is also very strong, he cut inside on the left and fired a long shot, Lloris pounced on the limit and held the ball up.

The ball is out of the line.

The audience exclaimed.

It was only half a goal, and the strength of Real Madrid was unmistakable.

At the end of the first half, 1-1, the Lyon fans booed as usual as a "tribute" to the visiting team.

******

"It's a good game, and for a team like Lyon, it should be a big game." Jose Mourinho was unhappy with the provocation of his opponents in the first half.

'We have to score again in the second half to make sure that the advantage of one goal is back to Madrid.'

"Yes."

Jose Mourinho named Tang Zhenglong.

"Don did a good job this time."

"Boss, you've finally told the truth."

"Haha." Everyone laughed.

"But you can do better."

"For example?"

"That bald head seems to be very upset with you, can you give him a red card?"

Burst.

It's ruthless!!

"Boss, I'm afraid this is not good."

"Isn't it good? Then I'll replace you. ”

Burst.

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened.

"Okay, I'll try."

******

In the dressing room in Lyon, Chris is annoyed.

"Chris."

The head coach shouted.

"Come here."

"Boss."

"I spoke a little more heavily in the first half, that guy is really hateful, he is just a stirring stick."

Pierre patted Chris.

"Calm down in the second half, it's okay."

"Yes."

"If he dares to provoke you again, go to the referee."

Chris nodded.

Pierre gave Chris another heavy tap on the shoulder.

"I believe in you."

******

At the beginning of the second half, Chris stared at Tang Zhenglong, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Tang Zhenglong glanced at Chris.

"What do you want me to do? Do you know what I talked to the boss? ”

However, in the second half, the two did not have a chance to contact for the time being, Tang Zhenglong was still a forward midfielder, and Chris was a central defender.

At 15 minutes into the second half, Real Madrid counter-attacked.

The ball fell to Tang Zhenglong's feet with three passes, Lyon's defense was empty, he quickly broke forward with the ball, and it was Chris who was in the opposite position, and there was a good show to watch this time.