"Hello, audience friends, I am reporting back from the scene that the match between the Chinese team and Cote d'Ivoire is about to start."

At this moment, the reporter heard a rat barking.

Squeaky.

"Are there rats?"

When I turned around, I saw it was not a mouse, but Tang Zhenglong.

When CCTV reporters met Tang Zhenglong, it was as if they were meeting their own relatives and they immediately greeted him.

"Longlong, it's you."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"What's the rush?"

Tang Zhenglong said it, and the reporter was dumbfounded.

"What does this mean? I don't understand. Can you still enter the stadium?"

"Originally, it was totally fine, but...it's a long story."

"Okay, how can I help you if you need me?"

Tang Zhenglong pointed to the security guard at the door, "Just take us in later, and I will take care of the rest."

"OK."

When Fatty and Ibrahimovic entered the stadium, this was just the first step. There were many security procedures before entering to watch the game.

Tang Zhenglong pointed.

"Did you see that? There are caddies over there. I'm going to ask them for some clothes."

"Are they that big?"

"Probably not."

"..."

"I can only make do with it."

Ibrahimovic originally wanted to say something, but when he thought about it, he was responsible for all this, so he had no choice but to shut up.

Tang Zhenglong approached a caddy.

"Don."

"Hehe, you are very cute. How old are you?"

"10 years old."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"What's the rush?"

"Can you get me three caddy clothes, preferably large ones, the bigger the better."

"What do you want the caddy's clothes for?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan died.

"It's like this. When I was a child, my dream was to be a ball boy in the World Cup, but I can never go back to my childhood, so I want a ball boy's clothes, which can make up for my childhood regrets."

The little caddy was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

"Okay, I'll go look for it."

"Thank you." Tang Zhenglong touched the little caddy's big head.

****

"Fat man, I think it's better to buy tickets from scalpers and pretend to be a caddy? This is what Tang Zhenglong can think of."

"Just shut up, you are not responsible for all these things."

"..."

"Coming, coming, I'm coming."

Raiola took a look and said, "Wow, Tang, you are so awesome. You can do this."

"Fat man, I'll give you the biggest one."

"Zlatan, this is for you."

Tang Zhenglong put it on himself first, and Raiola also put it on. Although it was a little tight, it was still wearable.

Look at Ibrahimovic again.

"Tang Zhenglong, are you stupid?"

"What's wrong?"

"This one is for women."

"It's like this. The organizing committee has prepared an extra-large one for men and women. We don't usually use it, so we only have one."

"This is a skirt, how should I wear it?"

"Put it on, what's the problem? I'm here to watch the World Cup, and I'm not looking for a girlfriend for you."

puff.

Raiola burst into laughter and patted Ibrahimovic on the shoulder.

"Put it on, why did you lose your ticket?"

Ibrahimovic looked at the skirt in his hand and put it on with tears in his eyes. "I was wrong. I should have stayed in the Maldives. Why should I come to South Africa and be humiliated?"

*******

After dressing up as a caddy, everything went smoothly, but when he arrived at the players' tunnel, Tang Zhenglong was stopped by someone.

"stop."

When he saw it was a stadium security guard, Tang Zhenglong immediately stopped.

The security guards at the World Cup stadium have all been trained and will kill you in seconds.

"Hello, uncle security guard."

"you……"

The security guard was a little scared. These three caddies were very strange. One was very fat, one was very tall, and the other one was unspeakably uncoordinated.

"Are you caddies?"

"Yes, we are waiting for the players here, we are the ball boys of Cote d'Ivoire."

The security guard was a little unconvinced.

"Why put on makeup?"

"Because the camera will take pictures of our beautiful faces later, so we put on some light makeup to make it more photogenic."

puff.

The security guard wanted to vomit.

"Okay, let me see the ID."

"Document?" Tang Zhenglong was confused at that time.

He thought he could just put on caddy clothes, but the World Cup is a place where management is quite strict.

"What certificate?" Raiola asked.

"This kid who is obviously overweight, don't tell me you don't have an admission permit?"

"..."

Ibrahimovic whispered behind Tang Zhenglong: "I know karate. You get out of the way later and I kick him in the head."

"Nah! You think you're making a movie?"

Tang Zhenglong was embarrassed, what should he do?

Suddenly there was a voice.

"I know them."

The security guard turned around and saw that it was the African Andy Lau - Drogba.

Drogba is fine even if he walks sideways on the African continent. He is the pride of the whole village.

Beckham, Zidane, and Cristiano Ronaldo are not as famous as Drogba in Africa.

"Didier, do you know them?"

"Yeah." Drogba nodded.

"Okay, then that's no problem."
To be continued...