"What?"

"Can I please watch the stand?"

Caparos sneered, then made a gesture of counting money.

"Please be more respectful."

"It doesn't matter. You can write a referee's report after the game and submit it to the Football Association. I'd like to see what you say. Passing the ball with the ball has long been banned."

Caparos turned around and climbed up the stands.

Tang Zhenglong scored a penalty kick and the score became 1-1. Real Madrid was one goal away from winning the championship. The Bernabeu Stadium became excited again.

****

"I hide, I hide."

"Tang Zhenglong, would you like to prepare a mushroom for you?"

"What do I need mushrooms for?"

"Then you can play Super Mario."

…

The referee stopped the game and gave Tang Zhenglong a yellow card.

"You can't pass the ball, you can only jump to dodge when you are violated."

"So complicated? But it's hard to distinguish."

"So I suggest you don't do this, otherwise I will play my cards again."

As the game continued, Athletic Bilbao was like an angry Spanish bull, playing more and more brutally.

Pellegrini protested n times, but to no avail. The other party just pretended to be barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

Pellegrini called Tang Zhenglong and said, "If you encounter a flying tackle, just save your legs. You can give up the ball!"

"Boss, please don't deduct my salary."

"..."

"of course not."

"Then you should have told me earlier."

Pellegrini Khan, could it be that if I told you earlier, you would be ready to lie down and play football?

*****

Guti passed the ball to Tang Zhenglong. It was a midfield pass, but the opponent still fought hard.

If it was an ordinary ball, Tang Zhenglong would have let it go, but not at this time, because Guti and Alonso had already gone up, and there was no one in the back. If the ball was lost at this time, the opponent could go straight to Huanglong.

On the court, some balls can be given away, such as on the sideline, but some balls cannot be given away, such as in front of the penalty area.

What Tang Zhenglong encountered at this time was a ball he couldn't concede.

"what to do?"

Tang Zhenglong jumped, and in order to avoid losing the ball, he pinched the ball again.

The referee saw that it had hit the muzzle of the gun.

Never change despite repeated admonitions.

Without any suspense, the referee gave Tang Zhenglong a second yellow card. Two yellow cards turned into one red card.

Tang Zhenglong was sent off.

There were loud boos at the Bernabeu.

Everyone knows football. Tang Zhenglong is doing it for the team. If he loses the ball, Real Madrid will probably lose the ball.

Pellegrini patted Tang Zhenglong's head.

"Boss, you don't blame me, do you?"

"Haha, why should I blame you? You did the right thing."

"Haha, just don't deduct money."

"Smelly boy."

Tang Zhenglong turned over to the stands and sat down next to Caparros, who looked at him in a daze.

"Nah! You and I seem to be enemies, right? Are you just sitting next to me so carelessly?"

"Tang, do you still want to borrow a fire?"

"Why borrow a fire? I don't smoke."

"Haha, can you please stop sitting next to me."

"This is the Bernabeu's place, so I didn't kick you out."

"..."

At this time, a reporter came who wanted to cause trouble.

"You two, are you going to fight like this?"

Tang Zhenglong and Caparos looked at each other and understood that something was coming.

"Joaquin, what do you think of that penalty kick? Do you think it doesn't exist at all?"

"hehe."

Tang Zhenglong stood up and blocked the reporters behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "I will make sure to beat you later so that the camera cannot capture it."

"hit me?"

I saw Caparros and Tang Zhenglong punching each other three times on the left and three on the right.

"If you hit reporters, you are dead!!!"

"Really? Who saw it?"

The reporter pointed at the fans behind.

"Is there anyone alive at the Bernabeu?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "Did you see anything just now?"

"No!"

The reporter was dumbfounded. Of course the people at the Bernabeu were helping Tang Zhenglong.

"Caparros, you are from Athletic Bilbao, wouldn't you also help Tang Zhenglong?"

Caparos shook his fist.

"I wanted to help you too, but I also beat you."

"It doesn't matter. If I don't sue you, I will sue Tang Zhenglong alone."

"Haha, I don't believe you. Tang Zhenglong is a bastard, but you reporters are even worse."

"..."

The reporter picked up the notebook and said, "Just wait, you are dead."

Tang Zhenglong put his hands on his hips and said, "I've been saying this since elementary school. Now I know it's called talking nonsense. If you come to the Bernabeu in the future, I'll hit you every time I see you."

"Haha, cool. I have long disliked these reporters. They are useless except for writing nonsense."

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong felt that he and Caparos would never know each other without fighting.

"Master, that's not how this idiom is used, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Yes, you are fighting a third party."

"..."

"Whatever! Just hit him."

Caparos patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "I didn't expect you to be quite interesting."

"You too, the old punch is so powerful."

"Haha, whoever dares to mess with me will get punched by me."

*****

It was a stalemate on the pitch, with Real Madrid missing one player and Bilbao holding on to their iron barrel formation but not attacking.
To be continued...