big mouth ball king

Chapter 190 This time it is completely dead

"Stretcher, I need a stretcher."

Tang Zhenglong looked aside from the stretcher, and Pantledge was also on the stretcher.

"Hey, why are you on a stretcher too?"

"I know you did it."

Pantledge has watched a lot of Chinese martial arts movies. It is said that Chinese people know magic. If you tap on something, others will not move. Later, he learned that it is called acupuncture.

"Don't talk nonsense, I can sue you for defamation, my lawyer is very good at divorce lawsuits."

Pantledge was in so much pain that he didn't have the strength to make a joke. That's nonsense. It's like being shoveled head-on. If he wasn't strong, he would probably have been crippled immediately.

After simple treatment, Tang Zhenglong and Pantlich both stood on the sidelines, ready to return to the court.

"Tang Zhenglong, I don't know what magic you used, but I won't let you go."

"I told you earlier, watch Harry Potter less and watch Mr. Bean more."

"why?"

Tang Zhenglong patted Pantledge and said nothing.

After 5 minutes, Tang Zhenglong started to owe again, walking slowly in the midfield, Pantlich's muscles all over his body were tense.

"Is it possible to come again?"

Gilbert saw that this was unbearable, it could only be a tackle, but he couldn't tackle by himself and let his teammates do it for him.

"what!!"

The commentator was also dumbfounded, "Tang Zhenglong was shoveled again. I have to say that he feels a bit self-inflicted. This ball should have been passed long ago."

Pantledge clutched his feet, he is now 100% sure that that bastard Tang Zhenglong did it.

Simnich ran over again, "What's wrong with you?"

"my leg."

Simnic was not happy, "You are also a professional player, you can't go on strike just because the coach said something to you before the game."

"what?"

"strike?"

It turned out to be like this. Hertha Berlin's head coach Goz was rather staid, and he didn't like Pantledge's big mouth, so he said a few words to him before the game. Although Pantledge didn't talk back, he was quite unhappy.

"I really don't, I really hurt."

Simnich thought to himself, "You think I'm a fool, if you get injured in place, why don't you just explode in place."

On the stretcher, Tang Zhenglong looked aside, "Hey, why is it you again?"

"You bastard."

"What's the matter with me?"

This time Pantledge returned to the court, approached Gilbert, and said, "One thing, please."

"Don't worry, if he sticks to the ball again, I will let him end with a broken leg before the end of the first half."

"Broken leg?" Pantledge was sweating profusely. "No, no, no, never, don't touch him again."

"why?"

"because……"

"We have reconciled, there was a little misunderstanding before."

"I don't believe it, you are joking."

"Really, anyway, don't touch him again. I'll treat you to a drink tonight."

Gilbert patted Pantledge, "Okay, buddy."

*****
"Master, you look really bad."

Tang Zhenglong wondered, "Why doesn't the opponent shovel me?"

Podolski was already very angry, "Don, if you dare to take a walk again, I will throw you down and pass the ball."

"Ok."

Tang Zhenglong could only resume his attacking rhythm, otherwise it would be meaningless. In the midfield, the opponent would not touch him at all.

"What a waste."

The skill card bought for 200 Dazui points was useless once again.

"System, can this skill card be used again after the game?"

"No, and it can only be bound once. You bound Pantridge, so you can only transfer it to him."

depressed.

"What should I do? The other party won't touch me anymore."

After much deliberation, Tang Zhenglong thought of a good way.

When setting the ball, Tang Zhenglong and Pantledge competed for position again.

"Chinese who know witchcraft, I have already told my teammates, no one should touch you, hahaha." Pantledge smiled happily.

"I don't make any comments on your fantasies. I can only suggest that you go to the best mental hospital in Berlin."

"You are mentally ill!!"

When the set kick was taken, everyone started to fight for positions. Tang Zhenglong rushed towards the goal, and then threw himself to the goal post, like throwing a sandbag.

Pantledge was dumbfounded, "This!"

"what!"

Tang Zhenglong slammed into the goalpost firmly, and the referee stopped the game, thinking: "This guy is too hardworking, but he doesn't have a good sense of direction. There is a goalpost over there."

"Don, do you need a team doctor?"

"Of course, the stretcher will enter."

On the other hand, the Hertha Berlin players are too lazy to talk to Pantlich. It's like two classmates who are sick. On the one hand, everyone sends flowers and fruits, and on the other hand, everyone can only give them cold eyes.

"Ah! God!"

Pantledge was really injured this time, and Tang Zhenglong was so ruthless that he hit the goalpost directly with his ribs.

Tang Zhenglong looked aside, "Hey, why is it you again?"

Pantledge didn't feel like talking anymore.

"Head, I can't hold on anymore."

Hertha Berlin can only make substitutions, replacing Pantelic with substitute striker Rafael.

Tang Zhenglong ran back to the court, and his teammates ran over to express their condolences, "Tang, don't fight so hard in the future, just give up such a ball, health is more important."

"Yeah, Tang, you are so fierce, you are simply a role model for us."

Tang Zhenglong scratched his head, "Everyone knows me too. As long as there is a chance to score a goal, even if there is a mountain of knives in front of me, I will rush up."

"Don, please accept my knee."

"Okay, you kneel down."

Schultz was taken aback, "I'll just talk."

"Haha."

*****
At halftime, the score was 0-0. The first half was intense, but the game was not exciting.

As Goz walked back, the team doctor gave him a report.

"Whose is this?"

"Pantledge's."

Goz was upset, "He's just a fake injury, what's so interesting about it."

"Really not, look."

Goz looked at it and wondered if he was a German. Is this report written in German?

"Patellar soft tissue contusion?"

"Rib fractures?"

"How is this possible? He just stood there."

"It may be a relapse of an old injury."

"That's impossible."

"Or he had a congenital condition that we didn't check for when we signed him."

Goz wanted to cry. After finally signing a reliable forward, there are so many problems.

"Then treat it as soon as possible."

*****
"Marco, did you relapse from an old injury recently and didn't tell me?" the team doctor said earnestly.

"No."

"Yes……"

"what?"

"Forget I didn't say it." Pantledge was really worried that if he told the truth, he would really be sent to a mental hospital.

The team doctor asked again: "Do you have self-abuse tendencies?"

Pantledge vomited blood.

"No."

"Did that mean your girlfriend beat you up?"

Tang Zhenglong's coquettish smile suddenly appeared in Pantledge's mind, "Tang, I will beat you to death!"

(End of this chapter)