big mouth ball king

Chapter 193 Spike Like Bergkamp

"System, I have a question."

"Say."

"Suppose, suppose I open the right side of the penalty area and shoot, but the opponent's defender's foot is only one-tenth of a millimeter away from my ball. Is it theoretically impossible to score?"

"I suppose skills have to be physics-based?"

"Master, you are very smart."

"haha, thank you."

"Actually, there is no need for a tenth of a millimeter. Blocking within half a meter will destroy the skill."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"Then you didn't say it earlier."

"Such a thing has never happened, what can I say."

"If that happens, I wasted a skill and you will pay me for it."

"No, if there is an opponent blocking within half a meter, the skill will not be activated."

Tang Zhenglong breathed a sigh of relief, "That's not too bad."

Simnic competed with Tang Zhenglong for position in the penalty area, and this time Tang Zhenglong jumped up to the height of his creaking nest.

He was very angry, "You obviously have such strength, but you deliberately don't jump and look down on me?"

"Don, why did you let me on purpose?"

"Let you?"

The reason for this is almost a lot of detours to understand.

But Tang Zhenglong understood.

Put on a very hanging look.

"No, no, I didn't let you."

"You obviously are, if you have the ability, show your real ability."

"How can I do that? I can't score a hat-trick every game. Then Real Madrid, Bayern, and Manchester United will all try to snatch me. I'm very troubled."

Simnic slow to react

"What does it mean?"

"Excuse me, does the question I asked you have anything to do with Real Madrid?"

"Huh, that's not right."

The German international Friedrich next to him said in his ear: "He is bragging."

"asshole."

"Yes, my national team teammates told me that Don is the most jerk."

"Lucas is the bastard."

Friedrich Khan.

"I'm talking about the national teammate, not Lucas."

"Damn it, you're insulting my IQ. Cologne is the only one selected for the German national team."

Friedrich sweated even more, "Helmers was also selected for the German team."

"is it?"

Tang Zhenglong turned his head to look, shook his head with a strange expression, and said as thin as a gnat: "You Germans really might as well naturalize me."

"What? Tang Zhenglong, I heard you, you dare to humiliate our German team."

"I do not have!"

"You have, you clearly said, we might as well naturalize you."

"I do not have."

Friedrich patted Simnic, "I'll defend this bastard."

Tang Zhenglong is very disdainful, is it possible that I am still afraid of you?
But having said that, Friedrich is really the pinnacle of the German team's defense against Argentina.In the 120-minute battle against Italy, he played very steadily and is a rare left central defender.

*****
"Lisa, let me tell you a joke."

Taking advantage of the drinking time of the dead ball, Marcelinho approached the team doctor.

"Why would you want to tell me a joke?"

"It just came to mind, this is a Schultz fart story."

sweat.

Lisa began to have a bad feeling.

After finishing speaking, Marcelinho laughed, but Lisa couldn't laugh, she moved away slowly.

Marcelinho wanted to cry, why is that bastard Tang Zhenglong so funny when he said it, but when I said it, it seemed like he was driving people away?

Marcelinho approached Tang Zhenglong and told what happened just now.

"Will it? It shouldn't be. I'll ask someone to practice for you."

Tang Zhenglong found Matip.

"You tell him a joke."

Marcelinho said it again, and Matip rolled on the ground laughing.

"Have you seen?"

Marcelinho was stunned, "No, when I told Lisa just now, her face stinks."

"is it?"

Tang Zhenglong snapped his fingers and put on a look of sudden realization.

"She's German, haven't you heard that the German team is the world's most humorless?"

"I heard."

"Okay, I'll replace you with a German."

Tang Zhenglong called Schultz.

"If you don't believe me, tell him again."

Marcelinho said it again.

"See, his face stinks."

Schultz kicked up, "You nonsense, does this have anything to do with being a German? Because it's about me."

"When did I fart in a restaurant?"

Tang Zhenglong sweated: "This is art. Art comes from life, but it is higher than life."

"Your size, Tang Zhenglong, you are really an asshole."

"OK."

"OK."

"OK."

Tang Zhenglong patted Marcelinho, "It's too late now, the next time the ball is dead, I will personally demonstrate how to strike up a conversation with Lisa."

"Really? Great!"

*****
With a bang, the ball hits Friedrich's feet.

"System, why didn't you enter?"

"Because this is the legend that it does not exceed half a meter."

"So it is."

A good defender must be good at predicting the ball, otherwise it is impossible to become an excellent defender.

For example, a defender like Cannavaro can accurately predict what the striker wants to do next.

Friedrich smiled and said, "Don, you are transparent in the penalty area, and I can see through you."

"I've seen this plot in an island science fiction movie."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

Several times in succession, Tang Zhenglong lifted his foot to shoot, and Friedrich blocked it in place.

Tang Zhenglong was depressed.

"System, this...is not scientific."

"It's very scientific."

"Master, you can choose to combine skills."

"What do you mean?"

"Like Ronaldo's pace and Vieri's header."

"this is okay too!!"

"I recommend this skill, only 100 points."

Tang Zhenglong looked at Bergkamp's spike.

My thoughts immediately returned to the quarter-finals of the 1998 World Cup. At the end of the match between Argentina and the Netherlands, Bergkamp stopped the ball in the penalty area and made a dunk with ease, completing the most elegant blow. The reputation of the Ice Prince has since spread throughout the world.

"Cool, exchange."

*****
"Tang Zhenglong can't be so reckless. Friedrich is a defender at the German international level. He can't easily give the opponent a chance to shoot."

Tang Zhenglong first tried a spike without using his skills, and Friedrich didn't take a fake move.

"Tang, the change of direction of your ankle is too obvious. I can tell what you are going to do just by looking at it."

"is it?"

Tang Zhenglong found that he had some habitual movements before smashing the ball, and it was these movements that betrayed him.

"Okay, turn on the Bergkamp spike."

This time Friedrich was still ready to block, "Haha, I want to force a shot again."

"what!!"

When Friedrich's whole body was thrown out, he realized that Tang Zhenglong was smashing the ball.

"Why is there no trace of him at all this time? Could it be that he played with me the previous few times?"

Frederick was terrified.

(End of this chapter)