big mouth ball king

Chapter 284

The two sides fought 2-1 in the first half, and changed sides to fight again in the second half.

For Newcastle, there is no good choice. It is hopeful to continue to score goals, while Cologne only needs to defend well.

"For Newcastle, set-pieces are very important."

"Sports battle, the strength of the two teams is about the same."

Premier League teams are more likely to take advantage of set-piece opportunities, which is still related to the tradition of English football.

Soon, Newcastle got a corner kick and Emre ran to prepare to kick off.

At this time, Milnacer, who was warming up on the sidelines, gave Emre a small note.

The Turk looked at it, crumpled it up and threw it aside.

The referee blew the whistle, Emre started to run, and kicked a curve ball to the forward point. Martins flicked a shot and ran forward quickly. This was obviously a tactical drill.

Schultz also quickly followed, Martins shook his head and hit the goal, the ball hit Schultz, the Nigerian yelled and pointed at his hand.

"Handball, he handball."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have handball."

At this time, the referee ran over. He heard the line referee's opinion through the headset, but Schultz blocked it with his hands.

"Penalty."

The referee points to the penalty spot.

Schultz was confused, "I really didn't, the ball hit me in the stomach."

Martins insisted: "I could see it clearly, it was on his arm."

"The distance is so close, even if it is hit on the arm, it is unintentional handball."

The referee said that the ball may have been scored without blocking, so it cannot be regarded as unintentional handball.

The Cologne players were all depressed. A penalty kick was awarded at the beginning of the second half. Could it be that the opponent's magical little note played a role?
The protest was ineffective. Scott Parker stood on the penalty spot, and the audience booed violently. Tang Zhenglong went up to "chat" with Parker, "You should know that this penalty does not exist. If you score it, won't your conscience hurt?"

"Fuck you, there is no problem with this penalty."

"No problem? Are the English so shameless?"

"Scott, ignore him."

Parker came back to his senses and expressed that he would treat Tang Zhenglong as air.

Tang Zhenglong went over and patted Sfante, "Brother, I can only help so much, save the ball."

"Ok."

Parker started the run-up under tremendous pressure, and he faked Svant's center of gravity before pushing the ball the other way.

There was no applause, only boos, and Cologne fans felt robbed.

"It's a penalty that doesn't exist."

Even more angry is that the score returned to a tie again.

4 to 4, even the home and away goals are exactly the same. If Newcastle scores again, it will surpass Cologne in terms of away goals.

"Great Newcastle."

"Alan, you are really excited."

"Of course."

The situation has moved in favor of Newcastle, and Cologne is considering substitutions.

Holger is discussing with Stevens whether to replace Tang Zhenglong and add a midfielder.

"I know what you mean? But what if Tang Zhenglong has another magical performance?"

Tang Zhenglong is such a person, he would spit blood out of the coach on the field, but he seems reluctant to replace him.

"I think it's better to keep Tang. I always feel that I can't leave him."

*****
In the 15th minute of the second half, Newcastle got another corner kick. This time it was Emre who kicked off. The strange thing is that Milner came again.

"Send a letter again?"

This is obviously a monkey trick, aren't there just a few corner kick tactics?Is this necessary?
But Tang Zhenglong was super upset, and he also ran into the penalty area to help defend.

"Crap dad is addicted!!"

The corner kick was taken, and the tactics were still exactly the same. When the ball reached the front point, Martins ran out again to grab the front point.

"I top it."

After Martins finished pushing, he patted his arm without looking at it, "He's handballing."

"Handball!"

The referee ran over, and Tang Zhenglong stepped forward and said, "Referee, I suspect that he has an IQ problem, and I request that he be sent to the hospital immediately."

Martins was furious, "Penalty kick."

"Besides, if you scold me, I will sue you."

Tang Zhenglong patted the referee, "Master referee, I told you earlier that the penalty just now did not exist."

It turned out that after Tang Zhenglong ran into the penalty area and waved at the referee, it was impossible for the referee to ignore his existence.

So the referee could see very clearly that Tang Zhenglong had put his hands behind his back just now.

"His hand was behind his back just now."

Martins was dumbfounded, "Referee, this Chinese is very good at lying."

"It's definitely not this time, because I was staring at him just now."

"..."

Martins had nothing to say, he looked at Tang Zhenglong, "What a thief, do you know that I'm going to cheat you?"

Tang Zhenglong patted Martins, "I don't know what you want to do."

"Don't touch me, and you said that I have a problem with IQ, I reserve the right to complain."

"It's up to you, no one will hear it anyway."

At this time, Svant was snickering, only he could see clearly from his angle, in fact, Tang Zhenglong was handballing just now, but after touching the ball, he immediately turned his hands away, and then gesticulated wildly at the referee.

"In terms of scheming, I only obey Tang Zhenglong." Svant thought to himself.

*****
Not long after, Cologne also won a corner kick. When everyone saw it, they almost burst into laughter. Tang Zhenglong found a notebook from the bench and handed it to Podolski who was about to kick off.

The referee ran over, "What are you doing?"

"Arranging tactics, the opponent can do it, why can't we?"

The referee said with a dark face, "I know what you want to do, don't go too far."

Podolski threw the notebook aside, and Tang Zhenglong ran into the penalty area and also to the front point.

Newcastle specially sent people to mark Tang Zhenglong.

Bart circled Tang Zhenglong, "Hey, don't try to imitate our tactics."

"Hehe, look at your hands, if I fall to the ground, it will be a penalty."

Bart was taken aback, and could only slowly let go of his hand.

Podolski took a corner kick, and Tang Zhenglong really ran forward.

"what."

Tang Zhenglong hit the street! !
The Newcastle players were dumbfounded, "He flopped."

In such a daze, the Cologne player headed the ball towards the goal, and the ball was thrown by Shay Wen.

At this time, the Newcastle players complained to the referee, "This must be a red card. No one touched him, and he dared to dive."

Tang Zhenglong got up, "Is there something wrong with your brain? I really fell, and I fell by myself."

The Newcastle players looked at each other, yes, he fell by himself.

They understood that Tang Zhenglong didn't want to cheat a penalty kick, but to cheat everyone's attention. When he rushed to the street like that, everyone's attention was on him.

This routine is ten times better than Newcastle.

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, a little upset: "It's a pity that I didn't score a goal, I fell for nothing, it hurts so much!!"

(End of this chapter)