big mouth ball king

Chapter 257 Matip's Red Card
Romero moved closer to Ziolis.

"See that black person?"

Ziolis nodded.

"I think Cologne is the stupidest, or we can get rid of him, I don't want to compete with that Chinese, he is too bad."

Ziolis nodded, "I swear, if he dares to say anything about my wife again, I will beat him up."

"Okay, then it's settled."

"what are you saying?"

I'll go for it.

When Romero turned his head, Tang Zhenglong stretched out his ears to listen.

"You don't understand, we speak Greek."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Tang Zhenglong covered his stomach and laughed.

"why are you laughing."

"Ricardo, with your IQ, you still learn Greek?"

"I ha ha ha ha."

Heartbroken.

Greek is known as a language as difficult to learn as Chinese, and unless it is learned from an early age, it will never be learned.

Romero really doesn't know Greek, but why does Tang Zhenglong insult his IQ?

"roll."

"Haha, if you have a low IQ, let me tell you, I can speak Greek."

puff.

Ziolis smiled and said, "Have you ever been to Greece?"

"No, I taught myself."

"Okay, then as long as you know even one Greek letter, I'll call you Dad."

"Really?"

"real."

Tang Zhenglong remembered that he had learned trigonometry before, and the letters were the Greek letters—Alpha, Beta, Theta.

"What? Alpha also counts? The whole world knows this."

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Let me ask you, is Alpha a Greek letter?"

"..."

"Call Dad."

Ziolis and Romero began to play tricks, "Fuck off, we won't talk to you."

I'll fuck it up, it's a shame, isn't it?

"Playing with me? I will definitely punish you."

*****
Ziolis and Matip happened to be facing each other. The two were fighting for the high-altitude ball in the midfield. Suddenly, the two collided with each other, and then red liquid oozed from Ziolis' forehead.

"Elbow?" the commentator wondered.

Matip also stayed. Since last year, FIFA has been very strict with elbows, basically 100% red cards.

"I don't have elbows."

"Look at my face."

Tang Zhenglong could see clearly that Ziolis himself hit Matip's elbow.

"Referee, I see clearly..."

The referee didn't have a good impression of Tang Zhenglong, and pointed to the side, which means that it's cool, you stay there.

Schultz pushed Tang Zhenglong, "Don't mess with the referee now."

The blood on Ziolis' forehead continued to flow. It was a soft injury. It looked serious, but it was actually a broken capillary.

But this scene was shocking enough, the referee took out a red card, "Sorry, I have to give a red card for the elbow."

Matip covered his face, "God, what have I done."

The red card cannot be changed, and Tang Zhenglong and Schultz are comforting Matip.

"It's okay, we'll advance."

"Don, if the team is eliminated because of this, then I will be the team's sinner."

"How is it possible? Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong patted Matip on the head, as if it was a vacation.

The game continued, Romero leaned over, perhaps too complacent, he wanted to hurt Tang Zhenglong.

"Hey, to tell you the truth, Ziolis did it on purpose."

"what?"

"That nigger elbow...hehe."

Tang Zhenglong understands, this idiot still knows how to be a little more subtle, but the meaning is very clear, this is what I did, how about it?

Tang Zhenglong really wanted to hit the back of his head directly, but if he did that, he would have to go down too.

"Riccardo, those who offend me will end up with nothing good."

"Then you hit me."

Romero put on a smug face.

The game continued, and Panathinaikos' offense still couldn't tear through Cologne's defense, but Cologne had no hope of scoring again, and the two sides seemed to be stalemate.

However, the defensive tasks of the original two people in the Cologne midfielder now all fall on Schulz alone.

"Head, I can't stand it."

Schultz bent over.

Stevens thought about it, and it was indeed too embarrassing for Schultz.

"Then I'll find someone to help you."

"what?"

Tang Zhenglong stood beside Schultz.

"Boss, you let me hit the back like Schultz? Isn't that humiliating me?"

Schultz rolled his eyes.

"I remember you played the midfielder, it's not bad."

"But I don't like playing as a defensive midfielder, I want to play as a striker."

"The team is now 10 people, you have to sacrifice for the team."

Tang Zhenglong put on an aggrieved expression, "Okay, then I have a condition."

Stevens gasped, the last thing he liked to hear was Tang Zhenglong negotiating terms with himself.

"What? Say it."

"I want to be the No. [-] midfielder, Matthias is the No. [-] midfielder, and I am his elder."

"Screw you."

I've never heard that the midfielder is divided into number one and number two.

"If you don't promise me, I won't do it."

Stevens winked at Schultz, "Well, Tang Zhenglong is the boss of the midfielder."

"Boss, he is blackmailing, you can't promise him."

"It's such a happy decision." Stevens patted both hands respectively, "Go back to the game."

Cologne's change of formation, Tang Zhenglong, and Schulz completely matched up with Ziolis and Romero.

"Hahaha, you actually hit the lower back?"

Tang Zhenglong snorted, "What? You look down on yourself."

"No, I despise you."

"Ricardo, it turns out that you look down on the midfielder, so tell me earlier."

The game continues.

Tang Zhenglong approached Schultz, "Matia, I want to cooperate with you."

"What?"

"Do you know sandwiches?"

"nonsense."

"Then let's do this later!!"

Romero ran forward with the ball, and Tang Zhenglong basically did not defend. That is to say, although Cologne has changed, there is still only one player in the midfield.

Looking at Schultz, Romero decided to take the ball forward by himself, maybe he could get a shot.

Just when he was about to break through, Tang Zhenglong rushed over suddenly and formed a closed-door defense with Schultz.

Closed door defense is a relatively common defensive method on the court, but this time it is different. Tang Zhenglong is not closing the door, but closing people.

"what!!"

Tang Zhenglong and Schultz clamped Romero tightly.

"Foul!!"

"This is simply hitting people." Panathinaikos players complained.

Tang Zhenglong looked innocent, "I wanted to close the door for defense, but I am immature in closing the door, and I locked it on someone."

"You bumped people on purpose." Ziolis said angrily.

Romero was hit hard this time, and he felt like he was falling apart, "Call me the team doctor."

After a simple diagnosis by the team doctor, he gestured for a substitution. Romero dislocated his shoulder.

"It's a pity, Romero seems to be injured." The commentator said.

Munoz could only get the substitutes to warm up.

(End of this chapter)