big mouth ball king

Chapter 224 The Unreasonable Head Coach

"Boss, Tang's wrist is sprained, I suggest replacing him," said the team doctor.

Stevens thought for a while, "Can you fix it with a bandage?"

"This……"

"I remember Franz Beckenbauer dislocating his shoulder at the World Cup and playing with a strap."

"Boss, the confrontation in football at that time was completely different from what it is now."

Stevens nodded.

"It's okay, Tang Zhenglong is very lazy, he didn't run much in the first place, so let's stay on the court."

"Boss, I'm by your side, can you say that about me?"

Stevens looked at Tang Zhenglong on the ground.

"I'm not wrong, you'd better stay on the field, it's 2-2 now, the team needs you."

"Boss, how can you do this?"

After a while, Tang Zhenglong ran back to the court, his wrist was fine, but Stevens' attitude made him too unhappy.

"Call me lazy? Well, I'm lazy to show you."

The commentator was dumbfounded.

"I saw Tang tying his shoes 5 minutes ago, why are you still squatting?"

At this time the referee ran over, you can be lazy, but don't let me be too lazy, that would be too much.

"stand up."

"Referee, I'm tying my shoes."

"It's been three minutes."

"My left hand is hurt, how about you help me?"

"You can ask your teammates to help, but don't squat for me anyway."

Tang Zhenglong could only stand up.

In the second half, it was still 2-2. Tang Zhenglong was still taking a walk. Stevens was dumbfounded. Is this guy holding a grudge?
"Don, come here."

"What's the matter? Are you going to replace me? My hands really hurt."

Stevens said with a dark face: "Give me another goal, or I will be fined [-] meters tomorrow."

Tang Zhenglong suddenly petrified.

"Boss, are you still reasonable?"

"I need to score goals."

"I still need a raise."

Stevens pointed to the opponent's penalty area, "I know you feel very good in the opponent's penalty area."

"Go there and get me another one."

Tang Zhenglong didn't know that, as a Dutchman, Stevens returned to his homeland, and he especially wanted to prove himself.

Many people have this kind of hometown complex. For example, many people who work outside may have a miserable life outside, but they must dress decently when they go home during the Spring Festival.

"Head, do you particularly care about this game?"

Stevens nodded.

"This is my hometown, the Netherlands."

Tang Zhenglong felt that emotion, he tore off the bandage on his hand, "Head, I will definitely make another one."

Stevens put his big hand on Tang Zhenglong's shoulder, "Go."

*****
Baggio is extraordinary.

"This is good." Tang Zhenglong smiled beautifully, but after looking at the price, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"500 big mouth points?"

Inzaghi grabs the point.

400 big mouth points.

"System, I found that I can no longer climb up to you."

"Master, don't say that."

"You have made great progress now, you can change your mind and buy some auxiliary skills."

"What is an auxiliary skill?"

"Like this."

Tang Zhenglong took a look, "Shooting scope."

"What do you mean?"

"Imagine shooting, the basis is your own level, but two people with the same level, one of them has a scope, isn't that much better?"

"Wow, system, you are good at metaphors."

Tang Zhenglong felt that the most important thing was that the price of this thing was not expensive, and it started at 50.

"50?"

"Damn it, it's almost the same as picking it up in vain."

"Master, I suggest you choose 100 for the big mouth, 50 can only enlarge it a little bit, it's useless."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll know when you try."

"OK, exchange."

*****
"Give the ball to Tang Zhenglong."

Everyone looked at it, the boss is really eccentric, Tang Zhenglong was walking, he didn't grab and beat him, and he asked us to pass the ball to him.

Tang Zhenglong also had itchy feet, exchanged skills, and was about to give it a try, when suddenly Matip's pass hit his feet.

Looking up, I almost laughed out loud.

I saw that the goal was at least doubled in size, as if it were a rugby goal.

"It turns out that the purpose of the scope is to magnify the goal."

This is similar to the principle of a shooting scope. Tang Zhenglong kicked the ball towards the dead corner.

Goalkeeper Brian van den Buscher was dumbfounded, and by the time he realized it, the ball was already in the net.

"Tang, your footwork has improved."

Everyone could see that the ball was not powerful and was aimed at the dead corner of the goal. It was a victory of footwork.

"Hahaha."

"It's very simple, I hit this kind of ball 10 times, and it is estimated that I can score 9."

"It's over, it's over, Tang is starting to brag again."

"Asshole." Tang Zhenglong's face darkened.

After scoring the goal, Tang Zhenglong ran to Stevens, "Boss, you can replace me now, my hand really hurts."

"No."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"why?"

"You don't count?"

"One more!" Stevens held out a finger.

"Boss, I'm going to lie on the ground, do you believe it?"

"what ever."

Tang Zhenglong was unhappy, really unhappy.

Back on the court, Tang Zhenglong didn't even have the strength to walk, so he stood in the offside position, looking half-dead in the "Snickers" advertisement. If the Snickers manufacturer saw Tang Zhenglong's performance at this time, it is estimated that the endorsement came again.

The Heerenveen players were confused, "What do you mean?"

"Is this a tactic or is he ready to strike?"

Just when the Heerenveen players were in a daze, Cologne suddenly counterattacked, and the Heerenveen players raised their right hands high, "He's offside!!"

In fact, Tang Zhenglong was offside, but the referee decided that he was not involved in the offense, so he was not considered offside.

Cologne successfully turned offside, and Podolski scored the fourth goal to seal the victory.

At this moment, angry Heerenveen players surrounded Tang Zhenglong, "You liar."

"what happened?"

"I didn't do anything."

"You're a liar."

"Is it wrong for me to stand and wait for get off work?"

The Heerenveen players didn't believe it, this must be a routine, and Tang Zhenglong was the one with the best acting skills in the whole session.

On the sidelines, after the Cologne players celebrated, everyone watched Tang Zhenglong being surrounded by people, and then everyone watched for a second.

"It's okay, it's gone, it's gone."

The referee came running.

Tang Zhenglong complained: "Referee, they hit me, and they twisted my wrist."

Oh my God.

"Listen to the referee. He twisted his wrist himself. The whole world saw it. He even said we did it."

Tang Zhenglong stretched out his right hand, "Are you an idiot? I have two wrists."

puff! !

Tang Zhenglong looked pitiful with both wrists hanging down.

The referee signaled the Heerenveen players to disperse.

"Referee, give them a yellow card."

The referee pointed to his pocket, "If you want, I can give you one."

Tang Zhenglong's hands suddenly recovered miraculously, and he ran away!

(End of this chapter)