big mouth ball king

Chapter 172 It's not a goal this time

In the player tunnel of Odyssey.

Tang Zhenglong once again became the focus, but this time it was not hostile, but funny.

Bruce is from Scotland, and this group of Danes naturally don't need to defend him like their own. On the contrary, many people think that Tang Zhenglong's evaluation of Bruce is quite interesting.

"A princess is not necessarily a princess, and a Scot with a big mouth is not necessarily Ferguson."

"Haha."

"Hey, Chinese, you are making our coach very angry."

Looking over at Tang Zhenglong, he was a young man with a baby face. I read his profile before the game. He was not a Danish, but a Swedish. The core of the team, wearing the No. 10 jersey, was Tobias Gran.

"Hehe, I'm telling the truth, I didn't mock your coach."

"It's all right, I'm not Scottish."

"My name is Tang Zhenglong."

"I know, call me Gran."

Almost [-]% of Odense are local Danes, and most of the foreign players are Nordic. The style of play is similar to that of the Danish national team.

When shaking hands before the game, the two sides were quite friendly.

But after the game started, the atmosphere was not so friendly. Odense wanted to enter the UEFA Cup more than Cologne to prove himself.

For example, Gran, he dreamed of playing in the UEFA Cup, so he would have a chance to be seen by the scouts of the giants, leave Denmark, and go to a higher stage to shine.

Bruce sent the last two Danish tall men-No. 15 Sorensen and No. 7 Mads Tim as the arrows. Behind them is No. 10 Gran, which basically copied the tactics of the Danish national team.

It's just that the centers of the Danish national team are AC Milan's Thomason and Schalke's Larsen.

With a ding, here comes the task.

Mission: Yuyue into people

Reward: 200 mouth points

Penalty: None.

"The task is so simple?" Tang Zhenglong wondered.

"Master, please read the task carefully."

Tang Zhenglong looked again, stupefied and stunned, "What is Yuyuejinren?"

"It was you who scored in the goal."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

Just kidding.

"System, you helped me become the king of the ball, does this have anything to do with the king of the ball?"

Unexpectedly, the cheating system came prepared, and a video was called up. When Maradona kicked in Naples, he missed the ball with a shovel shot and scored the goal by himself.

After reading it, Tang Zhenglong had nothing to say.

"Accept the mission."

*****
Denmark's TV2 broadcast the spotlight battle live. Shadier specially introduced Tang Zhenglong when explaining.

"The player Tang feels very good in front of the goal. His goals are often quite peculiar, making it difficult for opponents to defend."

When the camera turned around, Tang Zhenglong happened to be photographed. Xia Dier felt a little slapped in the face. He had just praised Tang Zhenglong. In the camera, he stood still and his eyes were empty.

Shadir smiled and said: "Don is also a controversial player. Many people say he is lazy, and some people say he is a striker like Inzaghi."

Defending Tang Zhenglong is a big Danish man-Ulrike Laursen.

The height of 1 meters is considered average in Denmark, but Tang Zhenglong is not happy, so tall...he wants me to dive and score in front of him.

what!Do not!
It is Yuyuejinren.

"is it possible?"

Tang Zhenglong felt that it would be better to establish a good relationship with him first.

"Hi, big man."

"Call me Lawson."

"Ok."

"You are so tall, you must be good at defending headers."

"hey-hey."

"I saw your lob against Dortmund, it was really strong."

"Hey." Tang Zhenglong was also happy.

"We must find a way to lure this guy away, otherwise the possibility of completing the task is zero."

Tang Zhenglong patted Podolski: "Lukas, can you help me lure that big man away."

"why?"

"Because he is here, I can't use my header ability."

"You are so short, what are you doing with the header?"

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, as if he had been beaten with a stick.

"I am 1.8 meters, you are 1.8 meters two, you are two centimeters taller than me, do you think I am short?"

"Yes, I am two centimeters taller than you."

Tang Zhenglong wanted to vomit blood.

"I will still grow taller."

"Don, we are all adults. You know, there are some things that men get fixed after they grow up, such as height."

Tang Zhenglong was not happy.

"You're not going to do it, are you? I'm looking for a little gangster to help me."

Matip is an honest boy, and he promised to help Tang Zhenglong share the pressure when he set the ball to grab points.

Soon, Cologne gets a free kick.

Tang Zhenglong was preparing to grab points in the penalty area. This time the task was arduous. It was not a goal, but a goal for himself.

Lawerson marks Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong and Matip made a crossover, similar to a pick-and-roll in basketball.

"Haha, I'm free."

Tang Zhenglong jumped high, and then...

"Hey, it's strange, why don't you move forward."

Tang Zhenglong didn't know that diving himself into the goal required skill, and the only consequence of taking off from the spot would be to fall headfirst and slap the pia on the ground.

With this shot, Tang Zhenglong felt as if he was about to die.

"Don seems to be injured."

Stevens signaled the team doctor not to enter the field, it is estimated that Tang Zhenglong is cheating.

"Head, Tang is really hurt this time."

"Go to treatment quickly."

Watching it in slow motion, Tang Zhenglong's behavior seems super comical, he leaps high, then does nothing and falls headfirst.

"I really can't see what Tang is doing?" The commentator didn't want to speak for Tang Zhenglong anymore, it was indeed too strange.

When the team doctor sprayed Tang Zhenglong, he asked in a low voice: "Tang, are you trying to cheat a penalty and screw it up?"

Tang Zhenglong was in so much pain that he was so slandered, it was a double blow.

"I just made a mistake, can't I!!"

"Why are you so angry?" the team doctor thought to himself.

After a while, Tang Zhenglong got up tremblingly.

Not far away, Schultz yelled, "Look, Tang's acting skills seem to be really injured."

"It's not like, is it true?"

Schultz snapped his fingers, "You think it's true too?"

"Could it be?"

If Tang Zhenglong heard these words, he probably would rather not get up by himself and be carried down by a stretcher.

Laursen patted Tang Zhenglong, "Just now you and your teammates did a good pick and roll, but I won't be fooled again."

Tang Zhenglong smiled wryly, looked at Lawerson, and thought: "It's really impossible to jump on the spot. It seems that I need to borrow the shoulders of the big man for help."

But what Tang Zhenglong never expected was that it was this idea that made him pia a few minutes later, and the fall was even worse.

Because Laursen suddenly retreated when Tang Zhenglong jumped up to put his shoulders, it felt like the ladder was pulled halfway up.

"what!!!"

Stevens was dumbfounded, "What happened to Don today? Is he going to fall in love with the lawn of this stadium?"

(End of this chapter)