big mouth ball king

Chapter 222
Modern football has statistics. Stevens found that Tang Zhenglong's right-footed shots from the right side of the penalty area reached a terrifying 97% (failures were blocked by opponents at close range)

Stevens and tactical analysts have studied for a long time, but in the end they couldn't come up with a scientific explanation, and they could only attribute it to the feeling of the ball.

Maybe Tang Zhenglong has a particularly good sense of the ball in this area, so Stevens asked his players to pass the ball to this area during normal training.

After conceding the ball, Cologne started to counterattack.

Podolski got out of the way, and after breaking through, he passed a kick to the right side of the penalty area. Tang Zhenglong volleyed without defense, and the ball hit the goal like a cannonball.

GOOOOOOAL.

The head coach of Heerenveen was ashen-faced. It took less than 10 minutes for this fucking happy to be equalized by the opponent. This happiness went too suddenly.

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong was chattering, only to hear a ding.

"Task?"

Task: After scoring a goal, rush into the opposing fans' stands.

Reward: 500 mouth points.

Punishment: Kaya fell in love with Schultz.

……

……

Tang Zhenglong suddenly seemed to be frozen.

"What? Rushing into the opponent's stand? Isn't that courting death?"

Look at punishment.

I'll go for it.

"Kaya likes Schultz?"

"System, you kill me."

"Master, you will live a long life."

Looking at the excited fans on the other side, Tang Zhenglong didn't think so. If he rushed over, it would be a trivial matter to get punched a few times, and he might not be able to get out.

"How to do?"

"Can someone do it for you?"

"Of course not."

"Ok."

Tang Zhenglong bit the bullet and rushed towards the stands where the fans of Heerenveen were.

The Cologne players were dumbfounded, "Is Don overexcited?"

Podolski patted everyone, "What are you still looking at? Hurry up and save people, Tang probably took the wrong direction."

Tang Zhenglong rushed into the stands of Heerenveen fans, closed his eyes, and was about to receive a few punches.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't a fist that came close, but a gentle touch.

"Don, you are so handsome."

"Don, do all Asian men have single eyelids?"

"Don, your skin is really good."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, are all Dutch girls so casual?

"Don, come home with me? My name is Ava."

"This……"

"I still don't want it, I can't be Rooney."

"Fuck you, I work for a shipping company, where are you thinking!"

"sorry Sorry."

Tang Zhenglong reckoned that these girls were blond and blue-eyed too much, but when he suddenly saw this girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he especially liked it.

It's like eating too much fish and meat, and suddenly there is vinegared potato shreds, which feels good.

"Sorry, I have to go back."

"Don, this is my phone."

"this is mine."

When Tang Zhenglong returned, his body was covered with phone numbers.

"Wow, Don, so many calls."

The beasts laughed.

"They admire my football skills, don't worry, I will seal up this jersey after the game, and I won't even look at any of the phone numbers on it."

"Don't, don't give it to me." Schultz laughed.

"Forget it, Matthias, German girls don't care about you, and Dutch girls don't have such a good appetite."

"asshole."

*****
Tang Zhenglong's goal was beautiful, and the celebration was so arrogant, which made Heerenveen's players super upset. The defensive midfielder No. 16 Giannidze Efron posted it, and he wanted to show Tang Zhenglong a little color.

"Skinhead, I heard that in Europe, touching someone's bald head can bring good luck. During the 98 World Cup, French players liked to touch Barthez's bald head. Can I touch your bald head too?"

Gianni smiled and said, "Of course you can, but I don't know if you can move your hand after touching it."

……

"Really? You can't touch your bald head?"

"The last person who dared to provoke me was beaten by me and lay on the bed for a month."

……

Gianni's actions were fierce, and the soles of his shoes were exposed several times in tackles. This was an hurtful action, and Tang Zhenglong asked the referee to complain.

But this referee seems to be cheating.

"NO' English."

English is one of the official languages ​​of FIFA. Even if your English is poor, you can be a referee, but Tang Zhenglong thinks that the referee is a bit deliberate.

"Referee, he did it on purpose."

"NO' English."

"Then German, Chinese?"

The pitiful referee still said: "NO` English."

All right!Tang Zhenglong knew that this bastard did it on purpose, he seemed to be targeting Kelong on purpose.

Gianni chuckled: "This is a football game. If you can't stand the high-intensity confrontation, you can consider playing badminton."

Gianni made several rough moves without even a single verbal warning, and this guy became more and more arrogant.

Tang Zhenglong was about to catch the ball, and the guy shoveled again. This time, the players on the sidelines in Cologne couldn't stand it anymore.

"Is this still football? It's all football. How many times has it happened? This is going to kill our players."

Tang Zhenglong approached the referee, "If you don't care about it, then our Cologne will appeal to UEFA after the game."

Maybe it was too much, the referee called Gianni over and gave a verbal warning.

"What? So many times, it's just a verbal warning?"

"I'll fuck it up."

Just as Gianni and the referee turned their backs, the unbearable Tang Zhenglong reached out and touched Gianni's big bald head.

In an instant, Gianni was electrocuted, and his backhand was a punch.

"You are looking for death, I said don't touch my head."

……

……

Gianni was dumbfounded when he saw it. It was not Tang Zhenglong who was knocked to the ground by him, but the referee.

"Hahaha."

"you……"

"My shoelace just came loose."

It took the referee a long time to recover from the beating, and his teeth fell out.

"Red card, get out, I will write it in the post-match report."

Gianni wanted to explain, but the swollen-faced referee didn't listen. He said he wanted to make a substitution, and the fourth official replaced him.

"Hahaha."

"I can't spare you."

Tang Zhenglong ran away like a rabbit, and the Heerenveen team persuaded Gianni, if this happened again, it would not be a matter of a red card, and it might affect the entire team.

"It's cool, go down two cheaters at once."

The referee put a cold compress on his cheek, and suddenly remembered that the whole incident seemed to be framed by Tang Zhenglong.

"Give him a red card."

The fourth official (the current referee) wondered, "It was the Heerenveen player who hit you, why did you give the Cologne player a red card?"

"I think about it, the worst thing is that No. 99, he must be revenge for me to ignore him."

In fact, the fourth official also felt that the referee was a bit too much, and several actions just now should obviously be awarded cards.

"Okay, now that I'm the referee, I'll handle it."

"He has to be given a red card."

The referee ran to Tang Zhenglong, "Did you frame the referee?"

Tang Zhenglong shook his head with an innocent face, "NO` English."

(End of this chapter)