"Referee, he dived."

The referee was about to blow the whistle when he saw Tang Zhenglong sitting on the ground, stretched out his leg and poked the ball out of Busquets' feet.

Tang Zhenglong's series of operations can be called...

Let's put it this way, did Tang Zhenglong dive?

yes!

Did Tang Zhenglong rush to the street?

yes!

So did Tang Zhenglong commit a foul?

Not even!!

Busquets was stunned.

Others dived to cheat for free kicks, but Tang Zhenglong dived to grab the ball. This is really a strange thing in the diving world.

When the ball reached Ronaldo's feet, it was impossible to coordinate. He had more legs than ants, so Ronaldo could only force a long shot.

With a shot of a cloud-piercing arrow, Valdez pounced to the left and blocked the ball out of the baseline.

Corner kick!!

"This could be Real Madrid's last chance."

Guardiola started to get nervous.

In possession of the ball, Barcelona is first-rate, but in set-pieces, half of it is luck.

Tang Zhenglong ran towards the corner flag area.

"Brother Long is mighty." Han Peng stood up.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Isn't it just a corner kick? Does it have anything to do with whether it is powerful or not?

"Han Peng, who are you flattering? Besides, it is Director Zhu who decides whether you can go to South Africa, not Tang Zhenglong, right?"

"Hehe!! Brother Long can score this goal."

"Corner kick?"

"Come in directly?"

"Han Peng, your alma mater is Capital Mental Retardation No. 2 Middle School, right?"

puff.

Hahaha.

"Tch, Brother Long scored a corner kick directly during training. I have a strong feeling that this goal can be scored."

Corner flag area.

Tang Zhenglong sets the ball.

The current situation is that Barcelona will not leave any chance to Real Madrid in sports games.

Tang Zhenglong's plan was to shoot directly from the corner kick and use the ball path to correct it.

But Valdes in front of the goal is a strong obstacle.

"The ball has to look like a pass so it's unexpected."

Tang Zhenglong called Benzema over.

"that……"

"Don, what did you say?"

"Don't worry about what I say, what's important is what the Barcelona players think we said, and that's fine."

Benzema was stunned, "What on earth is what?"

"Don't worry about it, call Higuain."

Tang Zhenglong called his teammates over one by one, and the Barcelona players mistakenly thought that Real Madrid would definitely need to cooperate, probably with multiple people.

Puyol shouted, "Keep an eye on each one, and I will keep an eye on them all. Stare them to death."

After Tang Zhenglong's play was over, the referee blew the whistle and Tang Zhenglong started to retreat, then kicked the ball.

"It's all on you."

The ball drew an arc, but Valdez did not attack.

Benzema.

no.

Higuain.

no.

A set piece is about finding a spot. Only when the ball finds a player can an offense be formed. However... this ball doesn't seem to be looking for anyone at all.

Guardiola was also stunned, "Did you make a mistake?"

Tang Zhenglong was unreliable and his mistakes were normal, but Valdez noticed something was wrong. The ball suddenly turned and seemed to fly away from the back post.

Valdez kicked off his left foot and quickly moved to the back post. With a bang, the ball hit the back post and bounced into Valdez's face.

Then……

goooooooooooal!!!

The ball went in!!

"The corner kick went in directly. Will this goal surpass Zidane's goal?"

The Real Madrid players seemed to be going crazy and rushed over to hug Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, take my knee."

"Tang, I usually hate you, but at this moment, I'm convinced." Ronaldo smiled.

"Cristiano, you can go back to Manchester United with peace of mind. I won't send you away."

"Haha, beat him."

"Hahaha."

*****

In the stands, the national football players are stupid.

Han Peng held his head high, as if he had won the World Cup.

"The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan."

"..."

"That's almost it."

"I predict that Brother Long will win the Champions League, and I will touch the trophy later."

"Be careful if you get beaten up by the security guard, you won't be able to go to South Africa."

"Hahaha."

"Tch, continue to be jealous. My friendship with Brother Long started in the 2007 Asian Cup, and you were beaten by the security guard."

****

Guardiola smiled helplessly. He had already won the championship, but he didn't expect the opponent to score a fairy ball.

"The other side is lucky. Children, cheer up. The championship must be ours."

What's scary, what's coming.

Soon, Real Madrid got another corner kick.

Real Madrid fans started cheering as if their team had won a penalty.

Tang Zhenglong walked towards the corner flag area, but he felt guilty because the ball path correction had been used and now he had to rely on himself to take the corner kick. Would he kick it directly into the stands?

Pack!

You have to pretend to be very inscrutable.

Tang Zhenglong swung the ball.

In the penalty area, Puyol and Ramos clashed, and Puyol fell to the ground.

"Stop pretending, you are better than Busquets."

"I think you are better at acting than Tang Zhenglong."

Busquets was speechless. Why did the quarrel between Puyol and Ramos involve him and Tang Zhenglong?

Tang Zhenglong started to run.
To be continued...