big mouth ball king

Chapter 215 The Villain Kahn
Kahn.

Kicked a Dortmund striker, choked a Leverkusen striker, spat in an opponent's face and scored with his hands against Rostock.

In short, this is also a big thorn in German football.

It seems that a group of players in German football in the 90s were all very hot-tempered people.

Matthaus, Effenberg, Bremer, Kahn, and Lehmann are not easy to save.

When setting the ball, Kahn has many opportunities to directly face Tang Zhenglong, so there are many stories between the two.

"what!!"

"The set ball grabs the position. Hey, someone fell to the ground in the penalty area again. Let me guess who it is?"

"Haha, I guess it's Don."

The camera zoomed in, and it really was Tang Zhenglong.

"Ah, Tang Zhenglong wasn't pretending this time. Oliver did hit him on the head just now, but the referee couldn't see the slow playback."

If there was VAR, Kahn would have received a red card.

"This guy is pretending again."

Tang Zhenglong covered his head, "He knocked on my head."

"I'll give you both a verbal warning each."

"what?"

Tang Zhenglong was angry, "He knocked on my head, and you gave me a verbal warning."

Kahn whispered in Tang Zhenglong's ear: "You are so good at acting, the referee doesn't believe you."

"Don't be complacent, it's all captured by the camera, you can't escape."

Kahn shrugged, "It doesn't matter, the big deal is a fine, I can beat you a few times, and I'm willing to spend some money."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, is this still a human language?

"Okay, let me tell you, I stepped on Lucio on purpose, and I also deliberately put Pizarro into the pit."

"You bastard!"

"To each other, to each other."

"Do you really want to spit on my face, spit."

Kahn pushed Tang Zhenglong away, "You think I'm stupid, I'm not that stupid."

Tang Zhenglong knew that he couldn't fall to the ground in the restricted area. The referee was tired of this and had to change his tactics.

After entering the system, Tang Zhenglong took a look.

"System, is there anything that can punish Kahn?"

"Master, no, this system is to help you become the king of the ball, not to help you punish your opponent."

"System, don't talk nonsense, please? Give me some wonderful skills."

"For example, a skill that can make the opponent lose 1 minute."

"There is no such skill."

"But take a look at this, it may be useful to you."

Tang Zhenglong took a look.

Change the court friction coefficient.

Only need 100 points.

"It's pretty cheap. Now a skill of 100 points is considered a conscience."

"But what's the use of it?"

"The coefficient of friction of the court can be changed to simulate the conditions of the court when it is sunny, light rain, moderate rain, heavy rain, light snow, moderate snow, heavy snow, freezing, and extreme freezing."

"What is the highest effect?"

"It's like a skating rink."

"Can you specify the area?"

"The area is five square meters, and the time lasts for about 20 seconds."

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, "This is a shovel skill."

"Master, you can change your thinking. Think about it this way. When Kahn jumps to pick up the high ball, there is an ice rink under his feet. What is the effect?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while and was happy.

"Haha, I like it!"

"exchange."

*****
"Referee, when Kahn jumped up, he deliberately spread his legs to hurt people." Tang Zhenglong complained.

"You idiot, I'm here to keep my balance on the ground."

Kahn put his legs into a horse stance.

"Is it necessary to drive like that? This is not a martial arts competition."

"You did it on purpose."

Kahn pointed to Tang Zhenglong, "Referee, can you throw him out, this guy kicks the ball with his mouth."

The referee felt that what Tang Zhenglong said was also reasonable, because there were many people in the penalty area when the ball was set, and Kahn's legs were so wide apart that it was really easy to kick others.

"Oliver, watch your movements."

"I won't, this is my right, I will not change my own technical actions because of a clown's objection."

"Referee, do you see that he is challenging your authority."

Kahn twisted Tang Zhenglong's ears.

"what!"

Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground again.

"Hahaha."

"Referee, did you see that I don't have high voltage on my hand."

Before Kahn could finish laughing, the referee decisively gave him a yellow card this time, "You shouldn't twist his ears."

Kahn froze for a second.

"No wonder the acting skills of the current players are getting better and better. It turns out that it really works." Kahn said a few sarcastic remarks.

Tang Zhenglong got up slowly, "Oliver, next time you touch me, I will fall to the ground."

"I know, because your knees lack calcium and you can't stand up."

"Really? Why do I think you are zinc deficient?"

"Zinc?"

"Well, zinc-deficient people are stupid!!"

Kahn's face darkened.

Tang Zhenglong's face really deserves a beating.

Cologne got the set ball again. This time Tang Zhenglong was ready to use his skills, but he had to stand in a good position first.

"Oliver, I'm right behind you. If you make a mistake, I'll miss the goal."

"Haha, don't worry, you are so short, you can't stand it."

Tang Zhenglong had a dark face, what he cared most about was being called short.

The commentary said: "Cologne got the set ball again, but their balls were not good, and they did not pose any threat to Kahn."

Cologne took a set kick, and the ball was slow. This kind of ball is not a threat to Kahn at all.

He jumped high and picked the ball firmly.

"Haha."

"It's so simple, it's easier than training."

The moment he landed, Kahn felt bad.

Germany is a high-dimensional country, and the stadium environment is very harsh in winter, so Kahn grew up playing football in the snow.

I am very familiar with the feeling of snow, but at this time the feeling under my feet is like stepping on ice.

"How could this be?"

As we all know, we definitely feel different when we fall on ice than on concrete.

Seeing a stab, Kahn's right foot split forward, and the instant feeling of egg breaking made Kahn almost cry.

"How much water has been poured into this court? How could it be so slippery? Impossible."

Just when Kahn was in extreme pain, someone stepped forward.

"Don, I'll kill you."

"Sorry, Oliver, I tripped over you."

"roll."

"Ok."

Tang Zhenglong stood up slightly, "Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot, I'm calcium deficient."

"what."

Tang Zhenglong fell down again and landed on Kahn's body. This time he really pulled his thigh.

When the referee ran over, Kahn still kept the standard "zigzag".

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "Referee, I warned him a long time ago, don't spread your legs so far. This is not a martial arts competition. Look at the trouble."

Kahn was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to hit someone.

"Referee, I need a stretcher, I seem to have pulled my thigh."

(End of this chapter)