big mouth ball king

Chapter 240 The Flying Sneakers
"No."

"No."

Stevens turned to his assistant coach, "Do we still have shoes?"

"There's another pair, but it's a big size."

"Put it on for Don."

Tang Zhenglong held the sneakers, "This can be worn by a person who is two meters tall."

"Put it on, it's impossible without a pair of spikes for this kind of venue."

Tang Zhenglong can only wear it.

"Hey, why are you limping?" Frings laughed.

"You are lame, I am walking."

puff.

Free kick.

"Cologne wins a free kick."

In this snowy day, a free kick is a good opportunity.

Suddenly the camera turned.

"What is this for?"

Go round and round, let's go round and round together.

Tang Zhenglong and Matip were circling around Frings.

"What the hell are you doing?" Frings yelled angrily.

"Walking in circles, isn't it against the rules?"

"You're making my head hurt."

"Is that my fault too?"

The goalkeeper patted Frings, "Don't talk, that guy did it on purpose to disgust you."

"I know."

Go round and round, go round and round.

Tang Zhenglong and Matip are like waltzing in the penalty area.

The ball was shot out suddenly and went straight to the goal. At this moment, Tang Zhenglong immediately started to run towards the goal.

"Hahaha, what a great opportunity."

"I kick."

"what."

The commentator seemed to see something coming in.

"The ball went in?"

"No, Tang Zhenglong's sneakers got in."

The audience burst into laughter again, "Hahahaha."

The referee ran over, "What's going on?"

Tang Zhenglong explained, the referee is sweaty, but this is something that can't be helped.

"Tighten your shoelaces."

"Ok."

Someone patted Tang Zhenglong, turned his head to look, and it was Frings again, "Genius, you can kick the sneakers into the goal."

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened, "When I shoot, you'd better dodge a little, or my size 44 shoes will hit your size 46 face."

"What? Whose face are you talking about size 46?"

"You!"

The game continued, and the commentator laughed: "It seems that I should congratulate Cologne in advance for winning the half-time league runner-up. Of course, I should also congratulate the Bayern fans."

At this moment, there was a commotion in the audience. Stevens looked up and saw a big score in front of him-2 to 1.

"My God, Dortmund overtook it."

"That is to say, as long as Cologne overtakes the score, then the half-time championship will belong to Cologne, which is unbelievable."

Everyone in the stadium understands what this means?
That is, the dream has become reality, the players on the field have also worked hard, and Bremen has consumed a lot.

Because this kind of venue is purely for physical fitness, and the players in Cologne are younger.

"The Frenchman Micoud seems to be invisible. Playing in this kind of stadium, "Little Zidane" seems to have nothing to do."

"Don, what are you doing?"

"Put some cotton in your sneakers."

"Will that work?"

"Be comfortable."

Podolski felt that Tang Zhenglong was even more unreliable.

"Lucas, remember to pass the ball to me."

"..."

"Cologne is still one goal away. Of course, Bremen can also end the dream of the Cologne people at any time."

At this moment, Cologne passed the ball from the midfielder, the ball bounced several times, and passed through Bremen's defense line like a ghost.

"It's over."

Tang Zhenglong rushed to the game, because the speed of the ball was too slow, so the Bremen goalkeeper had enough time to attack.

"Shoot."

"I caught it, hahaha."

Goalkeeper Wei Ze looked at the things in his hands and was dumbfounded.

"sneakers!"

"The ball went in."

GOOOOOOOOOAL! !
The DJ at the scene began to cheer.

The Cologne people thought there was nothing wrong with the ball, but the Bremen people thought it was a foul at all.

Wei Ze took Tang Zhenglong's sneakers to the referee, "What is this!!"

"It was a foul."

The referee was also dumbfounded. This is the first time in the 100-year history of modern football that such a thing has been encountered.

Tang Zhenglong was confident, "I didn't do anything wrong. I kicked the sneaker out with my first shot, and then I made another kick."

"What!! Are we living in the same universe? You are fouling."

"Okay, which rule did I break?"

"..."

FIFA doesn't seem to have a rule that you can't shoot after you drop your sneakers.

"You're attacking the goalie."

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Okay, I remember that the goalkeeper is protected only in the small penalty area. Are you in the small penalty area just now?"

"You attacked me."

The referee said he would discuss it with the assistant referee.

After a while, the referee ran back, "First, you changed your sneakers immediately, and second, the goal is valid."

"What? The goal is valid?"

"I know, the ball looks unreasonable, but there is nothing wrong with it."

"My goodness!!"

After a long wait, the referee declared the goal valid.

"It was so much fun and the goals worked."

Schaaf had a bad temper and took off his shoes and threw them into the field. The referee ran over and sent him to the stands.

"It was a miscalculation."

"Misjudgment!!"

Cologne fans are getting excited. If this score is maintained until the end, then Cologne will be the half-time champion.

Stevens waved the players back.

"Go back and defend."

Cologne retreated across the board, while Bremen began to pass long passes.

This is the time to gamble on luck. If Werder Bremen accidentally enters one, then Cologne's intestines will regret it.

Stevens felt like his heart was about to jump out.

At this moment, Bremen's ball was passed to the back point.

"Milo."

"Milo."

Klose's grabbing points in the penalty area is considered world-class, and he can always accurately predict the landing point.

"Is it Jue Ping?"

When Klose was about to head the ball, a head next to him also headed over.

"That is?"

"Don."

"Don and Milo bumped into each other."

His teammates ran over immediately, and Tang Zhenglong used his life to defend this time.

"It's fine, I'm fine."

"I still remember my name, my name is Tang Zhenglong."

The team doctor was afraid that Tang Zhenglong would suffer a concussion, so he stretched out two fingers, "How much is this?"

"two."

"How much is this?"

"five."

"Fortunately, Tang at least retains the IQ of kindergarten." Schultz laughed.

"Hahaha."

The team doctor suggested: "My suggestion is to rest after the game."

"Ok."

The eyes of the fans are discerning. This time Tang risked his life for the benefit of the team, so huge applause rang out.

"Hahaha, this is what I should do."

"Hahaha."

"Don, they can't hear you."

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened, "I just like to show off, don't I?"

After a long wait, the referee's final whistle blew and Köln beat Werder Bremen at home.

Another game isn't over yet, but it's still 2-1 for now.

"How long is there?"

"The stoppage time over there is five minutes."

Stevens looked at his watch, apprehensive.

(End of this chapter)