big mouth ball king

Chapter 276 Salute to Seniors

"Haha, cool."

Tang Zhenglong took small steps, ready to shoot.

Carlos' small steps are his signature moves, and anyone can tell it's Carlos at a glance.

"Don, what are you doing here?"

"My God, Carlos," Shearer laughed.

With a bang kick, Tang Zhenglong kicked it out.

Then...

The whole place burst into laughter.

"Hahaha."

"It's so funny."

It turned out that Tang Zhenglong was not used to shooting with small steps, so he missed the shot.

"Hahaha."

"Applause, applause."

Newcastle fans once again gave their applause to Tang Zhenglong.

"System, get out, I promise to kill you."

"Refund, ah! No! Double compensation?"

"800 mouth points."

"Master, it's not my fault."

"I'll fuck it!!"

Tang Zhenglong felt that this time was even more outrageous than that of Mama Dona.

"System, won't your conscience hurt?"

"Master, there is nothing wrong with the skills."

"Whoa whoa whoa."

Tang Zhenglong wanted to cry.

"Master, listen to me, have you ever seen Carlos shoot with his right foot?"

"..."

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback, "Could it be that the way I opened it was wrong?"

"Master, it's your own fault."

"Well, then I blamed you."

But this time, Tang Zhenglong lost a lot of face. The Newcastle fans saw him take the ball and immediately applauded.

"applaud?"

"Sometimes you cry." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

Bart moved over and smiled: "What on earth are you thinking? The run-up is so beautiful, but the kick is empty in the end."

"Ha ha."

"It's none of your business."

Tang Zhenglong looked for opportunities in front of the penalty area, but the opportunities never came.

"Ball, come to my feet quickly."

But the ball was flying around in the penalty area.

Suddenly, a ball flew over, but it was on Tang Zhenglong's right foot again.

"Damn it, why is Carlos left-footed? It would be nice if he was right-footed."

"Don... what are you doing outside the penalty area? Enter the penalty area, you are not a midfielder." Podolski roared.

"No, I am determined not to enter the restricted area."

The teammates ignored Tang Zhenglong. Now that the team is behind, everyone enters the penalty area and fights for every goal.

At this moment, the ball was pushed out. Everyone was used to Tang Zhenglong swaying in front of the penalty area, so no one robbed him.

"The opportunity has come."

Tang Zhenglong started the run-up.

I'll fuck it up, I'm still coming! !

The Cologne players were also dumbfounded. Did Tang Zhenglong get any stimulation?Why do you want to imitate Carlos?
Has this kid accepted another endorsement contract?
"I must say, I admire Tang very much." The host Morgan laughed.

Shearer also laughed, "I hope he can at least get the ball this time."

The moment Tang Zhenglong touched the ball, everyone was stunned.

left foot! !
It turned out to be the left foot.

But Don is a right-footed player.

We can only say that we don't understand Tang Zhenglong's world.

I thought that the ball must have been sent flying with such a powerful volley, but what I didn't expect was that the ball drew a straight line and flew towards the goal.

Ji Wen was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a quick shot in his life.

This kind of ball speed has exceeded the limit of human reaction, everyone was dumbfounded and watched the ball hit the net.

"I can't believe that the goal went in."

"Unbelievable." Shearer took off the earphones, and the sound of the scene came to the ears, and most of the fans also expressed disbelief.

"How could this happen."

"He still uses his left foot."

Tang Zhenglong started to run wildly, "It's cool!"

"Hahaha."

Ding sound.

Task: imitate Shearer's most classic celebratory gesture, rushing to the North Stand.

Reward: 500 mouth points.

Penalty: None.

Alan Shearer's signature celebratory gesture is the running posture with his right hand held high.

Tang Zhenglong looked at the North Stand. The stands in the Premier League have no guardrails. What a joke, it will kill people.

"System, do you hate me?"

"No, I like you the most, Master."

"Then why do you want me to die?"

"Master, definitely not, the quality of British fans is very high."

Dumbfounded, this is nonsense, the British fans are the most hooligans, everyone in Europe knows that Tang Zhenglong is really afraid of being beaten.

"Master, don't worry, no one will beat you, I promise."

"You promise to use P."

Tang Zhenglong looked at it, bit the bullet, and rushed over with his right hand raised high.

"Alan, look quickly, Tang Zhenglong is imitating you."

In the past ten years, what Newcastle fans want to see most is someone running towards them with their right hand raised high. Whenever such a thing happens, it is Shearer who scored for Newcastle.

"Is Tang Zhenglong showing his affection to us?"

"It turns out that Tang Zhenglong lives in Newcastle in his heart."

Tang Zhenglong never dreamed that the brain circuits of Newcastle fans were even more bizarre than his own.

Tang Zhenglong closed his eyes, ready to rush over and get knocked a few times before fleeing back, but what he didn't expect was...

"Don, come to Newcastle."

The female Newcastle fans kissed Tang Zhenglong on the cheek a few times.

"Don, you want to be the next Shearer, I think you have the potential."

"Don, I like you."

Tang Zhenglong saw that the other party was a young lady, so he decisively pushed her away, and those over 25 years old were exempt from talking.

"Don, you will definitely earn more in Newcastle than in Cologne."

"really?"

Tang Zhenglong was happy.

"Don, we are here to save you." Schultz and Matip rushed over.

"I should go, long live Newcastle."

"Long live Tang Zhenglong."

"Long live Britain."

"Long live China."

Tang Zhenglong was so happy, "It turns out that the brain circuit of the British is normal, hahaha, system, you are right."

"When did I miss it!"

The home game was forced to 2-2, and Glenn Roedel was super upset. Although a draw in the first match of the two rounds is not a bad result, he thinks that his strength is stronger than Cologne, and he must win at least one goal.

After Tang Zhenglong's goal, players from both sides never created any chances to score again, and the score of 2-2 was maintained until the end.

The referee whistled three times.

Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball.

The Newcastle players were anxious, "What are you doing?"

Only the person who scores a hat-trick can take the game ball away.

"The goals I scored are so beautiful, one is worth three, is it wrong for me to collect game balls?"

"There's never been such a thing."

"Stingy." Tang Zhenglong was upset and kicked the ball away.

Walking to the sidelines, Morgan leaned over. With Tang Zhenglong's performance, he was undoubtedly the focus. As a reporter, of course she wanted to interview Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, I want to interview you."

"Go to the mixed interview area and wait."

Morgan smiled and said, "Can you give me some special treatment?"

"Special treatment?" Tang Zhenglong wondered.

Morgan also knew that Tang Zhenglong was thinking wrong, "I have a boyfriend."

Tang Zhenglong pointed to the mixed interview area, "Legate over there!"

(End of this chapter)