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Chapter 726 This is called worship(2/2)

Then he passed out again.

*****

"You mean Ibrahimovic saw that your legs were weak?"

"No! It's because my legs are weak because of my superstar aura. In fact, after taking off this Real Madrid jersey, I am an ordinary person."

"..."

This is so ridiculous that the reporters can no longer listen to it.

But if Barcelona reporters want to stir up trouble, the bigger the better.

So someone continued to ask.

"Don, what do you think about Barcelona losing?"

"This is normal!"

In the locker room, Guardiola was furious. Tang Zhenglong was talking loudly and criticizing his passing and controlling football.

"Barcelona attaches too much importance to ball possession rather than shooting. I want to ask everyone, football games are not about ball possession. Even if the opponent has 100% ball possession, but if they don't score, what's the use?"

Some people couldn't help but nodded.

"It seems to make sense."

"That makes sense!!" Gua Shuai yelled at the TV.

"Cruyff just plays with the ball, you know what a p!"

The team doctor came over immediately to advise the boss.

"Boss, calm down, one of us has already been killed, nothing can happen to you."

"..."

A reporter asked back.

"You mean holding the ball is useless?"

"No, possession of the ball is useful. What is useless is Barcelona-style possession of the ball. They are too obsessed with possession of the ball."

In the Barcelona dressing room.

Alves shouted, "Let me go, I'm going out to fight him."

"Calm down, calm down, one of us has been killed."

The team doctor pointed to Ibrahimovic lying on the ground.

At this time, Messi turned off the TV and said, "Don't watch it anymore. We lost. Let's go back and summarize it. The rest is not important."

Everyone also calmed down.

At this time, someone asked, "What should I do? Should I be sent to the hospital?"

The team doctor said: "Zlatan's last words before he passed out were to let us leave him alone."

"Okay then, let's bow to Zlatan."

****

Madrid, Florentino's mansion.

Fermina hugged her grandfather and acted coquettishly.

"Grandpa, Tang Zhenglong has made a meritorious service this time. Can we invite him to our house for dinner?"

"Of course, that's good. He was the main contributor to the victory over Barcelona. I'll leave this matter to you."

A smirk appeared on Fermina's lips.
Chapter completed!
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