big mouth ball king

Chapter 114 Drinking water can also be a tactic
Jeremys stared at Tang Zhenglong with wide eyes, "Are you stupid? This is obviously discrimination!"

The referee was dumbfounded. Although it is necessary to look at problems optimistically, Tang Zhenglong's brain circuit is also strange.

The referee pointed to his chest, "Don't force me to give a yellow card."

The two nodded. They were very honest. The Bundesliga referees are still very strict in enforcing the law. This is the final of the German Cup.

Soon, Bayern's offense made a comeback.

This time it was Salihamidzic who suddenly dribbled forward, and Cologne's defense in front of the penalty area was at stake.

Onlookers can easily see the flaws. Cologne has too many people hoarding in the middle, and the defense on both sides is very empty.

"Don't pass the ball," Stevens thought.

"Pass." Magath clenched his fists and prayed.

Salihamidzic flicked his instep and passed the ball to the wing, but the pass was so subtle that even his teammates didn't react.

Santa Cruz apologized, the ball didn't run by itself, it was my fault.

"We're under a lot of pressure."

Fuck me, Podolsky was taken aback by someone talking behind him.

"Don, can you pat me before you talk next time?"

Relieve yourself, under a lot of pressure?
Of course Podolski was clear, "Don, do you have any good ideas?"

"Have."

But Podolski shook his head when he heard it, because Tang Zhenglong's idea sounded too unreliable.

"You go to Kahn to chat and let me shoot from a distance?"

"To be precise, I went to Kahn to ask for water to distract him. You look for opportunities to shoot or pass the ball to me."

"That must be a throw-in."

"nonsense!"

There is no offside in a throw-in, and Tang Zhenglong is fine even if he stays in the goal.

Podolski felt that this tactic was too weird.

"Don't hesitate, little brother Cologne, we have no other choice."

"Brother Cologne?"

Don, I'm going to beat you up.

*****
"Cologne's throw-in, Podolski to throw the ball, should slow down the pace, let the Cologne players breathe, and many people may also drink some water."

It's almost May, and the weather in Germany is starting to heat up. Taking advantage of the dead ball, the players will replenish some water.

Tang Zhenglong ran to Kahn, "Oliver, can I have some water?"

"That's really interesting. Could it be that Cologne doesn't even have sports drinks?"

"I want to taste Bayern, you know, it's the taste of a big family."

Tang Zhenglong put on a flattering posture, and Kahn was amused. He had to say that he would wear everything for a thousand times, but flattery would never wear it.

Kahn picked up a bottle of water and threw it to Tang Zhenglong.

"thanks, thanks."

When Tang Zhenglong was drinking water, he turned his head to look at Podolski.

"It's now."

Podolski suddenly throws the ball from the sideline. The Bayern players turned their heads and looked dumbfounded. Why is there a guy in a white jersey in our penalty area!
Kahn was also stunned, he had a hint of ominous premonition.

Tang Zhenglong faced Kahn after taking the ball, forming a single-handedly.

"The ball went in!!"

"Don't look at the linesman, the ball cannot be offside, it's a sideline ball."

The commentator started yelling.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL! !
Kahn was furious. His nickname was Lion King, the captain of Bayern and the captain of the German national team, but he was tricked by Tang Zhenglong.

"Playing routines to my head."

Kahn grabbed Tang Zhenglong.

"You bastard, drinking water is fake. It turned out to be to deceive me."

Tang Zhenglong said embarrassingly: "Oliver, we are our own masters. If we want to blame, we can blame you for being too stupid."

"what!!"

Players from both sides came together, and the Bayern players strongly protested that there was something wrong with the ball, while the Cologne players insisted that the ball was fine.

On the football field, some things depend on the success or failure of a hero. Maradona had a handball, and he admitted it himself, but so what?
It's useless for England to cry, the World Cup champion is still Argentina.

The referee confirmed that the ball is fine. This is the premise, because according to the rules, this is a very simple matter.

But Tang Zhenglong did cheat.

So the referee was whimsical and said: "According to the rules, this ball is no problem, but according to football ethics, I hope that Cologne will not defend after the kick-off at midfield and return Bayern a ball."

dumbfounded.

Tang Zhenglong shook his head like a rattle, "Master referee, according to the rules, this ball is fine, and according to morality, this ball is even more fine."

"why?"

Tang Zhenglong said confidently: "If football is to be based on morality, then Bayern is a European giant. Should they let us three first, and then start the game?"

When the Bayern players heard this, they almost fainted.

The referee stopped messing around, he said that the ball was valid, and the ball was kicked off in the middle circle.

The Cologne bench started to celebrate at this time, because they didn't know what happened just now, and Stevens was worried that the goal would be disallowed, but fortunately, such a thing did not happen.

Magath was furious. He called Jeremys over, "Keep an eye on that No. 99. Don't let him go."

"Be rough when necessary."

Stevens was also a little worried. Although Tang Zhenglong helped Cologne equalize the score, but after all, the ball was tricky, and Tang Zhenglong would definitely become the target of public criticism.

He asked his teammates to pass the ball to Tang Zhenglong as little as possible in the next 10 minutes, and not to give the opponent a chance to kick Tang Zhenglong.

BOOOOOOOOO.

Bayern fans booed Tang Zhenglong.

"It's nothing but robbery."

"We lost a goal to Cologne."

Jeremes chuckled, "Don, you are miserable, you will never even think about moving to Bayern Munich in 1 years."

Tang Zhenglong suddenly grinned and said, "You also think my strength is enough to join Bayern?"

sweat.

"Why does this guy always think about problems from an optimistic perspective?"

Jeremys really wanted team doctor Wolfart to examine Tang Zhenglong's head to see why his brain circuit was different.

The aggrieved Bayern launched a fierce attack on Cologne, and they vented their anger with midfield artillery.

"Don, it's all your fault." The teammates on the back line thought to themselves.

However, after a year of experience in the Bundesliga Bundesliga, Cologne has improved a lot in fighting ability. After being rubbed on the ground by Bayern for 10 minutes, they still did not concede a goal.

Magath walked to the sidelines and put his hands down, 1 to 1. There is no need to really fight with his opponent. There is still the second half of the game, and it is still very important to maintain a reasonable distribution of physical fitness.

Jeremys ran over, "Boss, I really can't follow that number 99 anymore."

Magath said angrily, "Why?"

"He... is so lazy, he basically doesn't run."

Magath said: "The striker is different from the midfielder. What the striker needs is effective running. Cologne has no chance to counterattack. It is right for him not to run."

If Tang Zhenglong heard these words, he should have patted Magath on the shoulder lightly, and then said to him: "Actually, the matter is not that complicated, I just want to save energy."

(End of this chapter)