big mouth ball king

Chapter 154 Free Skills

Germany.

A very diverse country.

This country has a very tolerant side and a very xenophobic side. Hans of German sports [-] belongs to the latter.

He was one of those traditional "old" Germans who believed in German supremacy, especially in football.

You must know that when the French used the immigrant army to win the 1998 World Cup, the old German tanks still insisted on using the purest Germans.

Because of his position, Hans didn't like Tang Zhenglong's big mouth.

Before the game, Hans specifically mentioned Tang Zhenglong when introducing the starting lineup.

"Don said before the game that he would score three goals against Mainz. I think he regarded this as the Bundesliga. Hey, wake up, this is the Bundesliga."

"Don is the kind of person who likes to provoke opponents before the game. I don't think it's okay in the Bundesliga, but the Bundesliga is a game of national attention. You must be responsible for your remarks, otherwise you will lose the face of German football."

Fortunately, Tang Zhenglong didn't hear this, otherwise he probably slapped his shoe on the other person's face.

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Game start.

In the first round of the Bundesliga, both sides were a little nervous, and made mistakes again and again at the beginning.

Hans said with a smile: "It seems that the lads took a long break, but it's like this every season."

In the opening 10 minutes, Tang Zhenglong heard a ding.

"Task?"

It feels so familiar, playing games and doing tasks.

Open it up, there are no tasks.

"System, what's going on?"

"Master, welfare time."

"Welfare?"

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "Why don't I believe it?"

"System, is there a new business now?"

"Keep up with the times."

"Tell me, what is it?"

"Phantom skill, 300 mouth points, try it for free now, and you can see important events that will happen in the next 5 minutes."

I'll go for it.

300 O'Clock?
free?
"Hehe, hehe."

Tang Zhenglong smiled.

and many more.

"Are there really no strings attached? System, I know you're a thief."

"Really do not have."

"Okay, try it out."

Suddenly, a virtual screen appeared in front of Tang Zhenglong.

"Hey, is this me on the screen?"

"Yes Master."

Tang Zhenglong was still very happy to see himself in Yushu Linfeng on the screen, but suddenly, a big man flew over with a shovel from the side.

Click.

In the next second, Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground and howled.

Then a stretcher came in, Tang Zhenglong was really injured this time.

Seeing this, Tang Zhenglong broke out in cold sweat, it's too ruthless, didn't he just spray a few words on your team before the game, and he was going to cripple other people's legs?
Looking at it again, it was Mainz's No. 8 Fabian Goebel who did the evil.

The phantom disappeared, and when Tang Zhenglong returned to reality, he was startled, and No. 8 was sticking to him. Obviously, the coach arranged for him to defend himself.

"Mongrel!"

If what he saw in the illusion was what was about to happen, then that means the bastard would shovel himself later?

If it is rational, Tang Zhenglong just dodges, or simply does not catch the ball.

But who is Tang Zhenglong?That is never a disadvantage, even if you shovel yourself in the illusion, it is unacceptable.

"You want me to go down? Okay! I'll let you go down first!"

The ball flew to Tang Zhenglong.

Just like in the phantom, Tang Zhenglong was about to catch the ball. No. 8 saw the timing and shoveled over. He just saw that Tang Zhenglong was upset.

When Stevens saw it, he knew something bad was going to happen.

The teammates were also angry, because the moment No. 8 kicked out, it was clear that he was going to hurt someone.

But it's impossible to remind, because everything happened too fast.

Tang Zhenglong saw the timing, jumped up, and then made a graceful turn in the air, and finally turned his butt backwards, flattening the sand and falling the wild goose.

dumbfounded.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Hahaha."

I saw Tang Zhenglong sitting on No. 8's face.

"Haha."

Even the Mainz players couldn't help laughing.

"It's estimated to be unlucky for at least a year."

"It's not enough, being sat on the face."

Anyone who encounters such a thing will instinctively throw a punch, but... this is exactly what Tang Zhenglong expected.

"what!!"

Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground and rolled like Materazzi in the World Cup.

"Dead, dead."

"Stretcher, I need a stretcher."

Number 8 stood up. He knew that he could not escape with a red card. In any case, as long as he made a move, there was nothing to say.

The only thing No. 8 wanted was to drag Tang Zhenglong into the water.

"He sat on my face, which should also be a red card."

Klopp also yelled from the sidelines, "Red card, he sat on the face of my players, the whole world saw it."

The referee signaled Tang Zhenglong to stop pretending and get up.

"Damn, am I so famous in the Bundesliga?"

Tang Zhenglong could only get up slowly.

"Referee, I really didn't mean to, I accidentally sat on the opponent's face."

This is the biggest controversy, that is, did Tang Zhenglong do it on purpose, or accidentally?
If it was intentional, then there is nothing to say about the red card.

"Referee, his flying shovel is obviously going to destroy me, and I jumped to protect myself."

The referee nodded.

"I understand, but the question is why are you doing a circle in the air?"

"Yeah, why do you want to turn around?" Number 8 scolded, "You clearly want to point your ass at me."

Tang Zhenglong said calmly, "Idiot, I'm here to protect you."

Duang!

This time even the referee was taken aback, so sitting on someone's face is still a form of protection?
"What do you mean? You'd better explain it clearly."

Tang Zhenglong said: "Referee, you think, if I jump up without turning around, what will happen after I fall?"

The referee thought for a while, and suddenly realized, "Your spikes will step on the opponent."

"That's right, it will kill people, so I'm circling in the air to protect my opponent."

dumbfounded.

Number 8 was dumbfounded.

"Impossible, you can jump away."

"I don't react that fast, why don't you remind me before the next shovel."

"Stop arguing."

The referee didn't particularly believe what Tang Zhenglong said, but he felt that there was a little truth in it, but the red card for No. 8 couldn't escape.

A red card.

Tang Zhenglong gave a verbal warning.

"Is there any reason?" Klopp exploded, "He doesn't even have a yellow card?"

"He said the reason for doing that was to protect the opponent."

Klopp was also taken aback, "It's a gymnastics move, I think he was ready to do it a long time ago."

"Jurgen, your player's movements are too big. It's best not to make such useless movements."

Klopp has nothing to say. No. 8 is really brain-dead. It is now 2006. According to the current rules, a flying shovel is a red card.

Klopp gave Tang Zhenglong a thumbs up, "Forget you have the guts, just wait and see."

The Mainz players suppressed their displeasure, but for the time being, they could only hold back and wait for the opportunity to give Tang Zhenglong some color. The game is still very long, and they can always wait for the opportunity.

(End of this chapter)