goooooal!!

Camp Nou was stunned, this was a sure win.

Real Madrid are celebrating wildly.

It was only after Barcelona fans recovered that they realized, should we boo them in this situation?

boooooooooo!!

Huge boos sounded.

But at this moment, from Real Madrid's point of view, boos are just praise.

Tang Zhenglong crossed his arms across his chest, assuming a posture similar to Cantona's.

Teammates rushed over.

"Don't touch me. If you want to thank me, just kneel down."

"..."

Guti chuckled, "Why are you still standing there? Beat him."

"Ah, help!"

"Mess up his hair."

"No, your head can be cut off, but your hairstyle can't be messed up."

"Take off his pants."

"No, the women in Barcelona won't be able to stand it."

"Hahaha."

After the celebration here, Ibrahimovic also stood up.

"What's wrong with me? Why are my legs suddenly weak? Could it be that I'm sick?"

At this time Tang Zhenglong came closer.

"Zlatan, thank me quickly."

"Thank you? Why?"

"Because I basically ended your Barcelona career just now, you can go back to Milan during the winter break."

"..."

When Ibu Khan dies, there will be no need to lift the pot.

"Haha, isn't it normal to fall down occasionally?"

"Is it normal? Look at your head coach's face."

Ibrahimovic turned around and saw "I want to kill" written on Gua Shuai's face.

"Why is there nothing good when meeting Tang Zhenglong?" Ibrahimovic remembers that this kind of bad luck can be traced back to the World Cup in Germany.

"Tang Zhenglong, you are a witch, you are a bug, you are..."

"Zlatan, you are a soft-footed shrimp."

puff.

"When you see me, you will automatically soften."

puff.

Ibrahimovic vomited three liters of blood.

The final score was fixed at 3-2, with Real Madrid winning.

After the game, Pellegrini knelt on the lawn. This goal was so thrilling, or he was surprised.

There was a certain amount of luck involved in the last two goals.

"So lucky, thank God for blessing."

****

In the mixed interview area, angry Barcelona reporters questioned Ibrahimovic.

"Zlatan, did you take money from Real Madrid?"

Ibrahimovic said unhappily: "The club can check my account. If I collect a penny, then I should go to jail."

"But it didn't rain today. With this lawn condition, I won't fall down even if I wear leather shoes."

After saying that, the reporter brother ran to the lawn himself.

"Have you seen."

"And what surprises me the most is, why don't you get up right away?"

Ibrahimovic can never say that my feet are weak.

"This is a football player's self-protection. After the fall, it is likely that the muscle was strained. I had to make sure that I was fine before I could get up."

This explanation is also reasonable.

But the angry Barcelona reporter didn't buy it.

"Zlatan, if you don't tell the truth, then let's ask Tang Zhenglong."

Ibrahimovic was dumbfounded.

"Ask Tang Zhenglong?"

"Yes, you are the same agent. He probably knows something inside, and he is a big mouth."

"I'm warning you, if you and Tang Zhenglong dare to talk nonsense, I will sue you to death."

Soon the group of reporters surrounded Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, what do you think about Ibrahimovic's diving? Did he receive any benefits from Real Madrid?"

Tang Zhenglong chuckled.

"it's out of the question."

"Why?"

"Everyone thinks, if we want to buy people from Barcelona, ​​then we must buy people like Messi, Xavi, and Henry. Who will buy Ibrahimovic? He is a substitute."

puff.

Ibrahimovic was watching the live broadcast in the locker room and went into shock.

The Barcelona reporter thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

"Then... take a look at the condition of the lawn today."

The same dramatist reporter just now went for a run on the lawn again.

"With this turf condition, is it possible for a professional player to fall?"

Tang Zhenglong laughed.

"Who told you that Ibrahimovic fell?"

"..."

The reporters were stunned. Isn’t this situation called a fall in China?

Just listen to Tang Zhenglong say: "That's called worship!!"

duang!!

All reporters are dumbfounded.

"Worship?"

"Yes, I happened to appear in front of Zlatan at that time. When he saw it, wow, he is a superstar."

"Excuse me, will your legs go weak when you see Spanish love song prince Enrique?"

A female reporter who looked like a little girl nodded.

"That's right. Ibrahimovic's legs became weak when he saw me. This is the aura of a superstar."

****

In the locker room, Ibrahimovic had just woken up, but after seeing this episode, he passed out again.

The team doctor is confused.

"What's going on?"

"Hypoglycemia?"

"Go get a Coke."

Soon Ibrahimovic woke up, watched TV, and left a message, "Don't save me, let me die."
To be continued...