"What are you doing? Director Zhu, you are playing with me."

Zhu Guanghu was also helpless. He didn't have the ability to predict the future, and he couldn't possibly know Real Madrid's process.

He could only book air tickets according to the schedule of the national football team, and the day when the national football team left for South Africa happened to be Real Madrid's championship parade.

In other words, Tang Zhenglong can either stay and participate in Real Madrid's championship parade, or leave with the national team.

"Director Zhu, how about I fly alone?"

"I heard that it's hard to book air tickets to South Africa right now."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it. European fans are the most important source of the World Cup. There must be many people planning to fly from Europe to South Africa. Even if he is a star by then, he may not be able to get tickets.

"But the championship parade cannot be separated from me. You know, I am the first brother of Real Madrid. It doesn't matter if others don't participate, but I can't."

…

…

Zhu Guanghu died of sweat.

This arrogant maniac.

"Tang, I can't force you to do anything. I'll wait for you until 3:30 the day after tomorrow. If you don't come, then we won't wait any more."

"All right."

Tang Zhenglong put down the phone and opened the ticket booking website. As expected, he was very nervous about air tickets.

"I have a headache."

"What's wrong?" Linda asked.

"Nothing, how about you accompany me for some entertainment?"

"roll!!"

When he came to the club the next day, Tang Zhenglong told his teammates and coach about his difficulties.

"I thought about it all night. The national team is more important. I won't participate in tomorrow's parade."

"How can that be done? This is Real Madrid's tenth Champions League title."

"Then what should I do? If I can't book a flight, then I really can't go to South Africa!"

Ramos said: "How about you go to South Africa with the Spanish team."

"Follow Spain?"

"We're leaving the day after tomorrow, and it's a charter flight, so it shouldn't be a problem if you're an extra one."

"Really?" Tang Zhenglong expressed doubt.

Casey smiled and said: "I came forward and told the coach, it should be fine."

"Hahaha, great."

After half an hour, Tang Zhenglong couldn't laugh anymore.

Cassie said: "The boss said it's okay, but a contract needs to be signed."

"contract?"

"The Spanish national team cannot bring in idlers. You must join the coaching staff and become a sparring partner."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"The contract period is two days and the salary is 1 euro."

Tang Zhenglong understood that Europeans were very strict in doing things, and this was just a matter of procedure, but it was a bit embarrassing.

"Sparring partner?"

"Um...Does Bosque have a daughter? How about I be his son-in-law, and he can take me with him."

puff.

"This is the condition set by the coach, otherwise he would have no reason to take you."

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while and agreed. This was the only way to get the best of both worlds.

*********

"The latest news is that the Spanish team signed Tang Zhenglong before the World Cup."

"Don will be a sparring partner for the Spanish team for two days, with a salary of 1 euro."

The Spanish media reported continuously. Of course the fans knew that this was a joke. Tang Zhenglong just wanted to take a flight to South Africa.

But people from the Spanish national team don’t see it that way.

Busquets really regarded Tang Zhenglong as his sparring partner.

"Don, pick up the ball for me."

"..."

Someone on the other side shouted: "Don, get me some water."

"Tang, give me..."

Tang Zhenglong said unhappily: "I am a sparring partner, not a nanny, okay?"

"Sergio, do you have no hands? Don't you know how to pick up the ball yourself?"

Busquets smiled and said: "How can you talk? You are a sparring partner, this is what you should do."

Tang Zhenglong had a dark face. If he had known this, he would not have participated in the championship parade. Now he is following the national football team to enjoy the hot and spicy food. There is no need to be bossed around.

After being tired for a long time, when it was time for dinner, Tang Zhenglong came to Ramos with a plate and sat down.

Busquets' eyes widened.

"This is the players' dining area, and you are the sparring partner."

puff.

Ramos smiled and said: "That's it, Sergio."

hehe.

Everyone started chatting.

The topic turned to World Cup winner prediction.

"Who do you think is the favorite to win this World Cup?"

"It's hard to say. In the history of the World Cup, all the favorites died quickly. This was the case for Brazil, Portugal, the Netherlands, and Argentina in the last tournament."

Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong sneered.

"Tang, why are you laughing?"

"I'm a sparring partner, so I won't talk too much."

…

"Let's talk about it, we don't mind."

Tang Zhenglong said: "The World Cup actually has a metaphysics."

"metaphysics?"

"That's right, France, the 1998 World Cup champion, was the biggest unlucky team in the 2002 World Cup."

"What happened to Brazil, the 2002 World Cup champion, in 2006?"

"Moving forward, you can think about it yourself."

"In other words, Italy will be the unlucky one this time?"

"I don't know."

"What about Spain?"

Spain is also a famous unlucky country in the history of the World Cup. It is very strong, but its results are always mediocre.

"Spain……"

Tang Zhenglong put on an inscrutable expression.

Busquets laughed and said: "Listen to his nonsense. The Chinese team has only participated in the World Cup once, so what right do you have to criticize others?"

Ramos said seriously: "Don can often do some magical things."

Arbeloa then said: "Don seems to know some weird things."

Looking at Tang Zhenglong again, he still looks enigmatic.

"Don, is it possible that you have a way to help Spain change its fortunes?"

"certainly."

"Haha, that must cost a lot of money. We don't have any money to give you." Pique laughed.
To be continued...