big mouth ball king

Chapter 223 Another Own Goal and a Goal
When defending a free kick, Tang Zhenglong also ran back.

"Hey, isn't this Torres? Why did you transfer to Heerenveen?"

No. 9 Canadian Rob Freund has a dark face, this meme Tang Zhenglong is never tired of playing.

"How many times have I said, don't call me Torres, I'm Rob, Canadian."

"So that's the case." Tang Zhenglong snickered.

"You're so lazy, you're still on defense." Rob challenged.

He intended to provoke Tang Zhenglong, but he didn't expect Tang Zhenglong's brain circuit to be different from that of ordinary people.

"You know I'm lazy too? Am I famous in Holland now?"

……

Well, Rob must admit that he doesn't understand Tang Zhenglong's world.

The Croatian monster Planic took a free kick, and the ball flew into the penalty area with a beautiful arc. Alfonso Alves was Cologne's key defensive player.

But the ball missed the first point, and when it came to the second point, Rob was excited.

"Haha, here's my chance."

"Screw you."

Tang Zhenglong played tricks from behind and pushed lightly. This level of contact is commonplace when setting the ball, but this time it was a tragedy. Rob flashed and the ball hit Tang Zhenglong's head, and flew into the goal impartially.

"GOOOOOOOOOAL."

"The one who scored the goal for Heerenveen is... Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened, "Did I score again?"

But this time it was an own goal.

Rob patted Tang Zhenglong, "Thank you, friend."

"You're welcome, Torres."

Teammates also came to comfort Tang Zhenglong.

"Tang, as I said earlier, if you have nothing to do, you can stand, lie down, or squat down. What are you doing back to the defense?"

"Get lost, Matthias, you young player with no future, I'm different from you."

"Haha."

Goalkeeper Sfante patted Tang Zhenglong, "Tang, it's okay, the opponent is not strong, we will win back."

"I like to hear that."

At this time, noise came from the Heerenveen fans.

"Don, we love you, thanks for scoring for us."

"Come to Holland, come to Heerenveen, the girls here are better than Germany."

Tang Zhenglong's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Ha ha."

How about moving to the Netherlands in the future?

After thinking about it, Tang Zhenglong laughed himself, why am I as worthless as Schultz, really.

"Hahaha."

*****
Taking the lead again, this time the coach of Heerenveen, in order to prevent happiness from slipping away quickly, he asked the players to retreat and strengthen the defense of the midfield.

"Hold on to me, 2-1 must be the final score."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of "hahahaha", Gaiteyang turned his head and saw that it was Tang Zhenglong who was laughing at him.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, I just want to laugh suddenly."

"Hahaha."

Gaite Yang was furious, "I'll just keep it for you to see."

Tang Zhenglong ran to the right, where the defense was relatively empty, the ball reached his feet, and using his speed, Tang Zhenglong broke into the penalty area.

"System, I found that I have improved a lot?"

"Nonsense, with me, a top personal trainer, by your side, of course you will improve fast."

"Haha."

The big man defending Tang Zhenglong is called Dost, who is almost the type of Stam.

The speed is not fast, but the frontal interception is super fierce.

"I want to pass you..."

But what Tang Zhenglong didn't know was that this guy really couldn't speak English.

"..."

Dost wondered, "What are you doing?"

With a bang, Tang Zhenglong slammed into Dost's body firmly.

"Ah, it hurts."

"I didn't say that, I want to pass you."

Dost was still confused, but Tang Zhenglong understood that this guy really didn't understand English.

Schultz ran over, "Don, I've already inserted it. You can pass the ball to me just now."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Zhenglong rolled on the ground like a rolling dragon.

"Hahaha, it's so funny."

"What's so ridiculous!" Schultz said sternly.

"You said pass the ball to you, hahaha, it's so funny."

Sometimes the greatest irony is not to scold you, but to laugh at you.

Schultz kicked Tang Zhenglong.

"what."

Tang Zhenglong immediately staged the drum washing machine mode. (Some readers asked, what will happen to Neymar in the future? Don’t worry about this, I will arrange for two people to have a 200-meter rolling competition, which is estimated to be after [-] million words)
After rolling, Tang Zhenglong realized that his teammate kicked me, and I rolled wrongly.

Tang Zhenglong slowly got up and stretched himself.

Soon, the ball came to Tang Zhenglong's side again, facing the Dutch big man again, this time Tang Zhenglong was going to take advantage of his speed.

With a flick of the ball and acceleration, Tang Zhenglong and Dost were parallel.

At this time, Tang Zhenglong was thinking: "When is the best time for me to fall to the ground?"

Dost is an honest man, he reached out to stop Tang Zhenglong.

"Haha, I'll fall."

"Referee, he dived."

Diving?

Tang Zhenglong sat on the ground, arranging his socks, and said nothing.

The referee saw that this person was so honest, how could it be a flop, so he pointed to the penalty spot and said, "Penalty kick."

Dost was dumbfounded, "When I touched him, I didn't even have enough strength to tickle him."

"Does that mean you still touched him?"

"I……"

"How can the defense be without physical contact?"

The referee made a comparison, "This is in the penalty area, he can shoot when he passes by, and you can't start at this time."

Dost was helpless, he didn't expect that the other party would fall to the ground as soon as he touched it.

"Okay, I accept the penalty, but tell the truth, am I not interfering with you?"

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, this time he really didn't understand.

It turns out that Europe is like this. If you can speak Spanish, you can understand 80% of Portuguese and 50% of Italian. Regardless of whether they are from different countries, as long as they speak Latin, they can understand a little, which is similar to our dialect.

penalty!

Cologne's rule is that whoever creates the penalty kick takes the penalty himself.

Tang Zhenglong stood on the penalty spot.

Heerenveen goalkeeper Brian van den Buscher was complaining that Tang Zhenglong's ball was not set properly.

The referee went over to deal with it, and suddenly Tang Zhenglong yelled: "Shut up."

Brian was taken aback for a moment, then thought, why did you tell me to shut up!
The referee signaled him to step back and the ball was set.

"Okay, arrogance, right? I'll save you."

Tang Zhenglong started to run slowly, boos rang out from the scene, which was too slow, and in the last few steps, Tang Zhenglong suddenly accelerated.

With a burst shot, Brian was unresponsive.

"The ball went in."

"Cologne equalized, both goals were scored by Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong was so excited when he celebrated, he did a flying kick in Chinese Kung Fu, but it soon became a tragedy.

"what!"

There is a saying that is good - uncle has practiced.

There are many things that cannot be done without practice.

Tang Zhenglong landed unsteadily, his left hand landed first.

"Oh my god, it seems that something happened. Tang Zhenglong seemed to be injured when he was celebrating."

The Cologne teammates also called the team doctor to come quickly.

(End of this chapter)