Zhou Tiancheng walked in front of the head referee and Tiago Silva still had a smile on his face when he was tossing the edge. Just now Ming Tao was crazy in front of him.

"Brother Cheng." Ming Tao raised two fingers: "No matter how you want to play this time, I have taken it."

Zhou Tiancheng was really surprised when Ming Tao said this. He did not expect Ming Tao to dare to say this in front of him.

"Xiao Tao, if you learn to be low-key, you will be better as a goalkeeper."

Zhou Tiancheng shook his head slightly to send his own advice, but Ming Tao said that he could not do it: "At least you don't think about this game, brother, if I am low-key, there will be only one protagonist left on the field, but with What are you born to be the protagonist?"

Zhou Tiancheng's eyes glared. He didn't expect Ming Tao to become like this. Even if Jiang Hao saw everyone all day and night, he dare to talk like this in front of himself? But Zhou Tiancheng had no further reaction, so he heard Ming Tao and said: "I know, you have won the Golden Globe Award, but the Golden Globe Award is qualified to be in full swing every day?"

"Fuck, Xiao Tao, it's pretending to be on my head? Although I know you are not such a person, but if you talk like this, if you don't say it, you are doing it."

"Go! Brother, come, I open the door for you to come, do you dare to shoot?"

"..."

Zhou Tiancheng looked horrified. This was no longer the Xiao Tao he knew. How did he let him take the remark?

Zhou Tiancheng can only take a picture of Ming Tao's head: "This slap, you can still remember for a long time."

Zhou Tiancheng thought of it, he glanced towards the goal of the big Paris, Ming Tao was actively preparing there, quite passionate.

At the same time Di Maria also ran over and hugged Zhou Tiancheng: "Welcome to Paris, Zhou."

Zhou Tiancheng replied with a smile: "Paris is a good place, the scenery is good, the food is great, the most important thing is that the opponent is not bad, there is no better training target than you, ha ha ha!"

"Hehehe, Zhou, don't be too confident!"

Paris and Zhou Tiancheng really have an intersection, because two acquaintances, this game becomes more interesting.

Di Maria is still on the left side of his familiar, ready to fight back at any time.

But Zhou Tiancheng first faced the midfield, and the division of labor after the opening was extremely clear. Tiago Mota and Matuidi are mainly responsible for being tough in the midfield and Zhou Tian, ​​with height, strength, experience, and vitality. The combination of these midfielders in Greater Paris is really not covered. .

Verati on the other side is good at intercepting the line midfield during running, doing something similar to Kanter.

...

"Bat! paris! (battle, Paris)"

"Bat! paris! (battle, Paris)"

In such cheers, Mota was the most positive in the opening. After De Gea made a big foot, the task of fighting for the top in the midfield and Zhou Tiancheng mainly had to be done by him, and in fact even Zhou Tiancheng was so The tall man is six centimeters taller than Mota, and he can’t even get the ball. The most important reason is naturally not to jump high enough and not active enough, but Mota’s elbow is always on Zhou Tiancheng. During the second jump and fight for the top, they pressed down and directly knocked out Zhou Tiancheng.

Mourinho jumped up from the coach's seat instantly and shouted with arms outstretched on the sidelines: "Yellow card! Yellow card! Can such a bad foul be indulged? Did your referee forget the yellow card? I think you guys It is necessary to remind him."

Mourinho was clearly agitated a lot in this game today, and his state has entered the rhythm of the Champions League knockout.

"Maruwan!"

Zhou Tiancheng called Fellaini directly after falling to the ground.

"Week, what do I need to do?"

Zhou Tiancheng rubbed his head and gave him a blank look: "What do you say? I'm like this."

Fellaini nodded with a smile: "Okay, I know. You can do what you do, leave it to me."

Fellaini is close to Zhou Tiancheng and is responsible for being tough in the midfield. In this regard, he is really unambiguous, and because he is close to Zhou Tiancheng, he has attracted at least one of Matuidi and Mota. He is also a ruthless person. , Really can't ignore him.

"Fellaini! Hey, air confrontation, he and Tiago Mota! No whistling, Zhou got the ball, what will happen, come, come!"

The commentator at Manchester Television was very excited, because he saw that Zhou Tiancheng was only surrounded by Matuidi, and Zhou Tiancheng had already begun to change direction, Matuidi was under ~lightnovelpub.net~ conscious of wanting to shovel, But Zhou Tiancheng got rid of the radius beyond his estimate, he did not shovel the ball.

"Zhou rushed up, dangerous, dangerous, come up and block him! Swing his legs! He is going to shoot! Tiago Silva! Marginhos!"

The two players called by the Paris TV commentator failed to block the game. Zhou Tiancheng directly volleyed this shot and hit it at a very fast speed.

The cheers of the Prince Park Stadium were significantly reduced in this second, all the fans in Paris watched the ball running towards the dead end...

"Wow! Ming Tao! Ming!!! He flew up and saved Zhou's shot! But! Pay attention to Rooney!"

Rooney made a supplementary shot from the police bag in the penalty area~lightnovelpub.net~ This time, even Blanco had just kneeled from the state where he had just jumped anxiously. Zhou Tiancheng's long-range shot was justifiable, but After being beaten twice by Manchester United, what is the point?

Rooney's foot is bound to get, and Ming Tao can only do what he should do, kneeling on the ground and waving with a hand.

He didn't even think he could block...

The cheers at Prince Park Stadium were just pressed for a two-second pause, and now it has resumed, with higher decibels.

Everyone was cheering for Ming Tao's two saves.

Ming Tao stood up directly from the ground and waved his arms at the stand. He was not satisfied with the atmosphere at the scene.

This scene made the big Paris TV narrator almost laugh and shouted: "Ming! He is the power of Big Paris, always has been! Not only is Manchester United lucky enough, we also have Chinese heroes!"

After gaining momentum, Ming Tao began to gesture towards Zhou Tiancheng non-stop and kept pointing at himself with his thumb.

Only He Wei and Xu Yang will make a proper interpretation of this scene.

"Hahaha, these two guys are on the bar, and Ming Tao is really unwilling to show his weakness. Now he is just like Paris, he is missing a chance to really prove himself on the top stage in Europe." He Wei said with a smile.

"At least Zhou Tiancheng's magic weapon has no effect, but this is good-looking, Ming Tao is energetic enough!"

Domestic QQ groups and post bars are calling Zhou Tiancheng and Ming Tao.

Such a rhythm is just a glance.

This is just the beginning, and this prelude proves that both of them are online.