House Management Chapter 777: I didn’t say anything just now


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On the court, players of the Taoist Temple and Ronaldinho celebrated wildly. In their eyes, Ronaldinho is an idol, and it is a great honor to be able to compete with an idol on the same field.

Ronaldinho was equally excited. To be honest, what kind of big scene Ronaldinho has never seen before, the World Cup finals, the UEFA Champions League finals, Ronaldinho all danced gracefully on the field. In comparison, the semi-final of the FA Cup is simply pediatrics.

However, this is different from the past. This is how a player's career is. It's impossible to disagree. Ronaldinho no longer has this speed of interspersing and getting rid of. He didn't expect that today he really found the feeling of ten years ago.

He is as happy as a child, as if he scored the first goal in his career.

The fans on the sidelines are cheering. No matter which side they support, they are all excited about Ronaldinho’s goal. Together, they shouted Ronaldinho’s name and gave this passion to the idol of the year.

Not only the fans at the scene were crazy, but even the commentator who broadcasted the game was crazy, "Go in! Go in! Ronaldinho has done it! Ronaldo has done it! It's a beautiful cow tail! , He did not give the town any chance, and he did it overnight! Great Brazilian striker! He inherited the glorious tradition of Brazil. Pele, Zico, and Romario are possessed by souls at this moment! Ronaldinho again He became the omnipotent Ronaldinho! Ronaldinho! He represents the long history and tradition of samba football. At this moment, he is not alone in fighting, he is not alone!"

The major post-bar forums also exploded at this moment, and countless posts about Ronaldinho’s goal came out all of a sudden. [Zero↑nine△small↓say△net]

Posted in Tieba, the famous big hand color brother:

First floor: Witness Ronaldinho scored a goal!

Second floor: Leave your name in the front row.

The third floor: Who said Ronaldinho is old, I promise not to kill him.

Fourth floor: I remember someone said that Ronaldinho was here to take care of him, and he must have improved the ball. If I get in, I still eat a ton of Xiang Xiang. I don’t know if there are so many at home. If it is not enough, I can sponsor it.

Fifth Floor: Smile and touch the head of the colorful brother.

Sixth floor: Ronaldinho was able to start the game with a bit of physical strength, and the town was too negligent to take precautions. He left so much time for Ronaldinho that he simply didn't use bean bags as dry food. Hope that Ronaldinho's goal can wake up Zhengang as soon as possible. In addition, optimistic about the Zhengang reversal score, Ronaldinho has up to 30 minutes of physical fitness.

Seventh floor: Reply to the sixth floor. What if Ronaldinho scores again?

Reply from the sixth floor to the seventh floor: If Ronaldinho scores again, I will live broadcast.

Eighth Floor: Witness the feat of the seventh floor.

Ninth Floor: Looking forward to the live broadcast on the seventh floor.

Tenth Floor: Crowd on the seventh floor.

The celebrations and shouts on the court died down for a long time, and the football was again placed in the center to continue the game.

Fang Tong, Fang Tao, Jiang Yuting, Jiang Yuzhen, Jiang Yulin, and Xiao Jiejie were sitting together. The basic position is also like this. Fang Tong and Xiao Jiejie are separated by four people.

Fang Tong saw that Xiao Jiejie was far away, and Xiao Jiejie had not spoken, suddenly felt that there was something missing. In the past, once they met, they would definitely have to fight a fight, but suddenly stopped fighting, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

She glanced at Xiao Jiejie, and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. Just like an old man who has been fighting for half his life, he usually says that the other party is not good, but once one is gone, the other is the one who missed him most.

Fang Tong feels particularly uncomfortable now. She glanced at Xiao Jiejie, and of course she couldn't take the initiative to say hello. She happened to see Jiang Yuting again, and simply deliberately said: "Brother Jiang, what are your odds for this game?"

When he heard this, Jiang Yuting shuddered, and quickly said: "This handicap of our family is different from that of Australia Island. Our family is unanimously optimistic that Zhang Yu's Taoist team will win...So, The odds are very low..."

"I don't think it is said on the Internet that Zhengang will let the Taoist team two and a half goals..." Fang Tong said with a small mouth.

"That’s why they didn’t know Zhang Yu’s greatness, so they opened it like this... Our family knows how great it is, so they didn’t open it like this... Don’t come to me to buy, I I have been very tight recently and can't afford to pay..." Jiang Yuting said bitterly.

"Cut!" Fang Tong gave him a dissatisfied look.

Jiang Yuting was relieved when Fang Tong didn't plan to buy it. This time, although the Australian and European markets are all optimistic about Zhenhai Town Port, the Jiang family is unanimously optimistic about the Taoist team winning, because Zhang Yu is so amazing. Therefore, their family’s winning odds for Zhenhai Town Port were deliberately increased, which attracted many gamblers. As long as there are no accidents, it is estimated that they will be able to make a lot of money.

Fang Tong didn't actually want to buy, she wanted to make Xiao Jiejie talk, but Xiao Jiejie seemed to have something on her mind, and she didn't say a word, as if she didn't hear her at all. Seeing Xiao Jiejie not speaking like this, Fang Tong seemed a little disappointed.

Meng Xing'er and Kong Shujie were sitting together. She glanced at Kong Shujie, chuckled, and said faintly: "Who just said Ronaldinho is old, didn’t he score goals? You have to take revenge for me, don’t get caught It's good to be bloody."

Kong Shujie smiled awkwardly, but he didn't expect Ronaldinho to come up so vigorously. But he was unwilling to show weakness and deliberately raised his head and said: "Just now the back line was inattentive and neglected to guard against Ronaldinho. We will not give Ronaldiner a chance again. Our town and Hong Kong team wants to reverse the game. It’s easy."

In front of them, the leaders of the district government are sitting.

Wen Qiong now has a full smile on her face, deliberately saying: "Some people say that Ronaldinho is old and can no longer score goals. It is just a decoration. It seems that it is not the case now. This game is over. After that, the subway will be opened to Guangming Town. This is also our contribution to the country’s football industry."

The moment Fu Senbo scored Ronaldinho's goal, he felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer. He didn't expect it to happen. This Ronaldinho hasn't participated in the official competition for how long, and his stomach is up. How can he be so powerful?

Especially for Wen Qiong, what he hates is that Fu Senbo gritted his teeth. He deliberately smiled and said: "Isn’t it just a goal? A strong team is a strong team. It’s not a big deal to be stolen. Besides, I Looking at Ronaldinho's figure, I guess he won't be able to hold on for a while."

His words have just been settled, and I don’t want the surrounding area to suddenly burst into thunderous shouts, "In!" "Romania!" "Romania is in again!" "Increasing too much!" "I Ronaldinho is back again, he can't stop him at all!"...

It turned out that just now, the Taoist team attacked the front of the Zhengang team's penalty area. Facing the opposing team's intensive defense, the players of the Taoist team had to pass the ball to Ronaldinho. Ronaldinho swayed a defensive player after receiving the ball, faked a fax shot, and shot the ball into the dead corner of the goal. The Zhenhai team goalkeeper can only be beyond reach.

"What did you just say? It's too noisy, I didn't catch it." Wen Qiong deliberately looked at Fu Senbo.

"Ah...I...I didn't say anything just now..." Fu Senbo's tears were so good that he was joking, another one entered so quickly.


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