big mouth ball king

Chapter 168 The Price of Replacing Tang Zhenglong Early
Tang Zhenglong looked at the acceleration skill card he had just obtained.

Accelerate to 92.

"System, I have obtained the acceleration skill before, is there any difference this time?"

"There's a big difference. This time, a card can last for 1 minute."

1 minutes?

"Isn't this an insult to men?"

"Master, be serious."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Tang Zhenglong sweated.

"Master, 1 minute is timed, think about what this means."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it carefully, then suddenly smiled, "So that's how it is."

A football game is not a sprint. A fast attack takes about 10 seconds, and a striker sprints for about 20 seconds (including the preparation period).

Acceleration cards can be accumulated, which means that one acceleration skill card can be used for three to four attacks.

"Damn it, it's very powerful."

Tang Zhenglong thought that the accelerator card was useless, but it seems that he was wrong.

"Okay, use one."

"Master, it is recommended to use it during important games."

Tang Zhenglong glanced at Metzelder, "I must punish that stupid guy, let him know how good I am."

"Ok."

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Metzelder has encountered many top forwards, whether in the Bundesliga, the Champions League, or in the national team.

So he has his own judgment on forwards. In his opinion, Tang Zhenglong's level is really... average.

Average speed.

Run a board.

General physical resistance.

It's just that the shooting is very good, it seems to have a kind of magic power, but if all the above are average, it is quite easy to defend him just because he has a good shooting.

Köln is attacking, Schulz is in possession.

Metzelder pointed to Podolski and yelled at his teammates in the defense: "All keep an eye on Lucas."

Tang Zhenglong is not happy, this clearly discriminates against him, don't I need to defend?

Tang Zhenglong raised his hand to ask for the ball, Schulz saw it, and decisively gave it to Podolski.

"Bastard!"

But soon, Podolski passed the ball back to Tang Zhenglong, because his defense was indeed too strong.

Tang Zhenglong took the ball, and Metzelder leaned over.

"Stupid, go eat S."

Tang Zhenglong accelerated the line change.

Metzelder took a step back and estimated that there should be no problem, but soon he found something unusual.

"So fast."

Tang Zhenglong ran over even with the wind, and Metzelder's jersey was blown by the wind.

The whole process is like catching a dragonfly. It is always a little late when you reach out, because it is slow.

As soon as Metzelder stretched out his hand, Tang Zhenglong had already passed by.

"How could it be so fast?"

The fastest speed Metzelder has ever encountered should be Brazil's Ronaldo, and it feels similar to this time.

"My God, Tang Zhenglong passed Christopher."

Stevens was also stunned. Tang Zhenglong's speed was very fast, but he couldn't pass others, because the speed of passing people was not fast, but fast.

At least one level of speed ahead of the opponent can be achieved. Think about Messi later, that is a player who is two levels ahead of the average person, and only then can he achieve easy excellence.

After passing Metzelder, Tang Zhenglong faced Weidenfeller, once again wiped the goalkeeper like the wind, and then easily pushed the empty goal.

The stadium of 7 people is deadly quiet, when can even Cologne humiliate itself?We are Dortmund, so the swearing sounded again, but this time it was not for Tang Zhenglong, but for Van Marwijk.

"Bert, get out."

"Go back to Holland."

"Management dismissed."

Angry fans began to curse Dortmund's management, and it was their business failure that made the team difficult.

These "silverfish" in suits and ties took high salaries themselves, but they ruined Dortmund.

"Fuck off."

"This is not the Dortmund I want."

Tang Zhenglong looked up, he was in a good mood, someone put up a sign - Tang Zhenglong, please associate with me.

"Hahaha."

"We want Tang Zhenglong, buy Tang Zhenglong."

"Don..."

The audience turned against each other, and the fans shouted Tang Zhenglong's name.

"We want Don."

"Hahaha, cool."

But soon Tang Zhenglong couldn't laugh anymore, and Stevens replaced him with Helmers.

Because Tang Zhenglong had a history of disobedience, Stevens asked Helmers to tell him that if he dared not come down, he would go back to the second team.

Tang Zhenglong was unhappy, really unhappy.

When it was time to leave the field, there was a huge booing from the stadium.

"Why replace Tang Zhenglong? The game is only 60 minutes long, and we still have to watch Tang Zhenglong play football."

"I want Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong left the field, "Head, why did you change me? It's only been 60 minutes. The fans like me very much."

Stevens laughed: "I'm just afraid they like you so much that you forget who you are."

"I haven't forgotten."

"That would be the best."

Stevens thought it was a 3-1 win, but what he didn't expect was that Dortmund pulled back a goal after 5 minutes.

"Did you see it? It wouldn't work without Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong was bragging with his teammates on the bench, Stevens squinted at him, Tang Zhenglong immediately shut up.

After 2 to 3, Dortmund attacked wildly, and Stevens was really nervous. If the lead was really tied by two, he would be scolded to death.

"Cologne replaced the main striker at 60 minutes. I don't know what to think. The opponent is Dortmund. Two goals are not safe."

Stevens turned his head and saw that Tang Zhenglong was standing beside him, "What are you doing out here?"

"The camera was shooting me just now. I don't think I look good sitting, but I look better standing up."

Tang Zhenglong made a pose.

"You're already out, does it matter whether you're handsome or not?"

"Head, I represent Cologne. I'm not looking good for myself, I'm for the team. Many people say I'm Cologne's Beckham."

Stevens almost knelt in anger.

"Don, if this is a basketball game, I'll replace you right away."

"Head, don't worry, we will definitely win."

"Ah."

As soon as the words fell, the Dortmund striker headed the ball into the goal of Cologne.

3 is better than 3!

Stevens instantly petrified.

The camera was given to Stevens, and then to Tang Zhenglong.

Stevens patted Tang Zhenglong, "Do me a favor, go to the press conference after the game."

"Head, isn't this appropriate?"

"Very suitable."

"is it?"

At the end of the game, the final score was fixed at 3 to 3. Stevens knew what he was about to face, and the anger of the Cologne fans.

Stevens called the players over. "We should be ashamed. I declare that only Don can be interviewed after the game."

"Tang, it's up to you." Stevens patted Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "Head, I am willing to serve you, but I have one condition."

Stevens knew that Tang Zhenglong was going to blackmail him.

"What conditions?"

"I want to be captain."

(End of this chapter)