big mouth ball king

Chapter 273
"Martins doesn't seem to be able to hold on anymore."

Turk Emre has been warming up on the sidelines.

Emre patted Martins on the shoulder as he limped off the pitch, both having joined Newcastle from Inter Milan last summer.

"Alan, Newcastle needs to change."

"Emre can play as an attacking midfielder, but in modern football, the attacking midfielder can attack at any time, and it doesn't matter."

The team's big killer, Martins, was taken down, and the Newcastle fans were furious, so whenever Tang Zhenglong got the ball, everyone booed wildly.

BOOOOOOOO.

"Liar, bastard."

"you liar."

There are also some racial discrimination words that will not be described.

But Tang Zhenglong was no stranger to booing, so the player who played football had to be thick-skinned, otherwise he would really be unable to stand up to tens of thousands of people booing wildly.

Soon, the Cologne midfielder played an exquisite attack. The ball tore through Newcastle's defense and accurately found Podolski.

"Defend against Lucas, he has a bad relationship with the Chinese, so don't worry about him passing the ball."

Newcastle had done their homework before the game. They knew that Podolski and Tang Zhenglong were competing with each other, so it was good for them to defend one.

Podolski broke into the penalty area after passing one person. Just as he was about to shoot, Tang Zhenglong in the far corner raised his hand, "Give it to me, Lucas, the team's interests are the most important thing."

"Asshole! Now you know the team's interests are the most important thing."

Podolski finally chose to pass the ball, kicked the ball vigorously, and the ball rolled against the lawn to the back point.

"Haha, easy."

Tang Zhenglong pushed with the arch of his foot. This was a must-goal. Newcastle fans closed their eyes, not wanting to see Tang Zhenglong scoring a goal to celebrate.

But unexpectedly, there was only a bang.

"I rely on."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

Most of the empty goal, he actually kicked the ball on the post.

"Hahaha."

The audience burst into applause.

"Tang Zhenglong is awesome."

Heartbroken.

This time it was really heartbreaking.

What was more worrying was yet to come. When Tang Zhenglong got the ball, the Newcastle fans stopped booing him and applauded him instead.

"Look, Tang Zhenglong has the ball, why are you still standing there, applaud."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"It's not like clapping, but like a slap in the face."

"Give your mother a hand."

Shearer was also happy, "Don is really amazing, he doesn't score the difficult ball."

"A truly amazing player."

After Emre came on the field, Newcastle's offensive style has completely changed. If you want to compare, Emre is a Harvey-type player, a midfield commander, and he uses possession and passing to mobilize the opponent's defense.

"Native chicken."

Emre turned his head and saw that Tang Zhenglong was calling him.

"what?"

"You are a Turk, abbreviated as a chicken."

"The coach said, don't talk to you."

"You are an adult, you don't need to listen to the coach."

In fact, Emre's English is very average, and he has no desire to chat. Tang Zhenglong tried, but gave up.

Stevens held out two fingers, "Two people in midfield."

He found that Emre's frontal pass is particularly penetrating. If the midfielder does not stare at him, once he is penetrated, it will be a one-shot.

"Tang, go hit the midfielder."

"I'm tired."

Stevens really wanted to slap Tang Zhenglong, "You weren't tired defending Martins just now, but now facing Emre, who is ten times slower than Martins, you are tired."

"Head, I'll hit a free man in the future, don't worry about me."

Stevens was stunned for ten laps.

"Free man?"

"That's not how free men fight."

The so-called free frontcourt players also have to move according to tactics, and freedom does not mean running around.

"Don, have you misunderstood free people?"

"No, the free people I'm talking about are really free."

"Then what if the running overlaps?"

"Then teammates, make way for me."

"Don, I know that coaches can't play players now. If this was 20 years ago, I would have beaten you."

The older generation of coaches can be punished physically. Stevens really misses that time. He was the one who was punished physically.

"Don, give me another one, and I'll let you hit a free man."

"Ok."

Emre got the ball in front of the penalty area, and Cologne's defensive players were in place. Of course, it doesn't mean that there are no passing routes, but it is difficult, requiring high precision, and teammates have to cooperate with the movement.

At this moment, Emre caught sight of the goalkeeper's forward position.

Emre thought to himself, instead of passing the ball, he might as well kick it himself.

When at Inter Milan, Emre also advanced through the cloud piercing arrow in the penalty area.

It seemed to Matip that Emre was going to shoot. He rushed to block it, but the ball had already flown out.

With an arrow piercing the clouds, thousands of troops came to meet each other, and the ball drew a straight line and flew straight to the goal.

The goalkeeper was most afraid of this kind of cold shot, and Sfante missed the ball.

The ball hangs straight into the net.

GOOOOOOOOOAL! !
Shearer jumps up to celebrate the goal.

"beautiful."

"Emre scored."

The Newcastle players were so excited, Bart and Parker rushed to Tang Zhenglong and said provocatively: "See, we scored a goal."

"This is the real goal, you are cheating, it is shameful."

Tang Zhenglong disagreed, "I think our goal is more beautiful."

"what!!"

Bart and Parker were dumbfounded.

are you blindSuch a beautiful long shot, you turned a blind eye.

"Don, are you really blind?"

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Our goals are scored by brains, and your goals are brute force. The reason why we humans are special is because we have brains."

"I'll give you an example. A gorilla can score with your brute force long-range shot, but you must have a high IQ to score with our kind of goal."

"You are a gorilla, you are the most shameless I have ever seen."

"Really? Thanks then."

Both Bart and Parker doubted life, forget it, let's not talk about it, and if they talk to Tang Zhenglong, they will become stupid.

1:1.

For Newcastle, it is finally possible to breathe a sigh of relief.

Soon, the demoralized Newcastle shot another long shot in front of the penalty area, this time it was Emre, but this time the ball was saved by Sfante.

"It's troublesome."

Stevens knew that the team fell into a circle, that is, the daze after losing the ball, commonly known as being beaten.

Just when he was worried, he found that Tang Zhenglong had returned.

"Don is back!"

Tang Zhenglong saw that the situation was not good, so he had better come back to help defend, otherwise the "turkey" would knock down the team.

"Haha, I'm back."

"Don, it's great of you to come back and help."

Emre had a headache, Tang Zhenglong was fast, it was really not that easy to dodge him.

The most important thing is that Tang Zhenglong has a lot of tricks, just like South American players, he has a lot of tricks outside the game, and it is easy to annoy his opponents.

Soon, Emre was annoyed by Tang Zhenglong.

(End of this chapter)