big mouth ball king

Chapter 285 The Leaky Ball

Stevens looked at his watch, the time was approaching, could it be an overtime game?

Overtime is overtime.

The momentum of the two sides seems to be unable to attack, after all, everyone is afraid of being killed.

Just after a tacit ball, the game is over, and this knockout match will enter 30 minutes of overtime.

Tang Zhenglong ran to the referee, "Referee, does overtime count as an away goal?"

"of course."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, "Why? It's not fair, overtime should start over."

At this time Newcastle's Bart came over: "If this is Newcastle's away game, do you think it is fair?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, "That's fair."

Bart rolled his eyes, and Tang Zhenglong continued to chat with the referee.

"Referee, the opponent's action is too big. I know the Premier League is very loose, but this is not the Premier League, this is the UEFA Cup."

"Also, you have to protect me. I think the other party has hatred for me. They are jealous of me."

The referee walked straight into the player tunnel, and Tang Zhenglong knew that the referee didn't want to bully him.

"What kind of referee is this! I want to sue you."

"Who do you want to complain about?" Matip patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder.

"I'm going to complain to the referee, he ignored me."

"Ha ha."

Stevens nervously arranged overtime tactics.

"I know you are tired, and so are your opponents."

"We have 30 minutes and maybe a penalty, it's a war and only one side will go through."

The players nodded. At this time, who would not want to go further?
However, the practical difficulties are also huge. There will be overtime in double matches a week, and physical fitness is a huge test.

After the start of overtime, the pace of the game was indeed not fast.

However, both sides are looking for opportunities. As long as there is an opportunity, they still dare to attack.

Cologne got a free kick, and the people in the backcourt slowly pressed up.

Shearer noticed.

"Cologne is coming up."

"Newcastle should pay attention to defense."

Newcastle withdrew all but Martins.

Streight took the free-kick, flat and fast, and headed for the goal.

Just as the Cologne players rushed towards the ball, a pair of big hands hugged the ball.

The Cologne players saw it, it was bad.

"Run back quickly."

The Cologne players ran back quickly.

Shay drove forward with a big kick, and Martins and the Cologne defender grabbed the first point.

This kind of ball must be pushed out of bounds.

The ball went out of bounds, and the Newcastle players ran over to ask for the ball. The ball boy cooperated very well and threw the ball to the Newcastle players.

This time the Newcastle players learned a good lesson, first take a look to see if there is chewing gum on the ball.

Looked, no.

Feel free to throw the ball to Martins.

As soon as Martins took the ball, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Looking at it again, it was a leaky ball.

"what happened?"

"The ball leaked."

The Newcastle players were dumbfounded. The ball looked fine on the outside, but it leaked as soon as it was kicked, and they couldn't move forward.

The Newcastle players knew it and were tricked again.

While the Newcastle players and the referee were chattering, Tang Zhenglong suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Referee, it's overtime, football will be tired, what's so strange."

"What? Soccer gets tired too?"

This is obviously nonsense, football is not made of tofu, this is obviously intentional.

"Cologne caddies once again ruined one of our plays and we demand a change."

"Change? How to change? Are you going to be a caddy?"

puff! !

The referee estimated that this was probably caused by the ball boy at home, but what can be done?Did you change your caddy?

The referee shrugged, "It is also possible that the football has leaked air, the game continues."

The Newcastle players began to wonder if it was Tang Zhenglong's fault, why every time there was a problem with the sideline ball, he would appear immediately.

"Tell me, is this your fault?"

"Crazy, biting people, have a relationship with me."

"Then why every time there is a problem with football, you show up right away."

"Because I love peace."

"..."

Before the Newcastle players could react, Tang Zhenglong ran away.

In the second half of overtime, players from both sides could not run anymore, except for the two goalkeepers and Tang Zhenglong who were still physically fit.

Stevens called Tang Zhenglong over, "Tang, you have rested for so long, can you come back and help defend?"

"Have you rested for so long? Boss, I don't like to hear these words. What do you mean I have rested for so long, and I also played overtime. I didn't have a second to be lazy."

Stevens has a big head, and he doesn't want to fight.

"Don, good boy, help defend, this is a tactic."

Tang Zhenglong ran back reluctantly.

Cologne's defense in the penalty area is like an iron barrel. Emre took the ball and looked at it. No matter how good his footwork is, it is difficult to find his teammates in the penalty area.

After much deliberation, I simply took a long shot by myself.

Emre swung his kick, when a person flew over and blocked the ball.

Tang Zhenglong! !

When the ball reached Podolski's feet, Tang Zhenglong immediately got up and ran forward.

"Give me, give me!"

Now Tang Zhenglong is the only one who can complete the sprint.

The Newcastle players saw Tang Zhenglong rushing, but they were powerless and couldn't keep up.

Podolski made a long pass. Seeing that Tang Zhenglong could get the ball, Newcastle took the ultimate risk.

Shay struck out to the outside of the penalty area.

The home fans stood up to watch the ball. If Ji Wen couldn't hit the ball, then Tang Zhenglong would face an empty goal.

"I can't top it."

"I can't top it."

Tang Zhenglong cursed the opponent, but Ji Wen didn't hit the top, and he pushed the ball, and the ball went out of the sideline.

Tang Zhenglong ran over, "Give me a good shot."

This sentence was heard by Newcastle players.

"Okay, you really ordered it."

"What do you mean?"

"You still want to deny it, we all heard it, you yelled at the caddy, give me a good shot."

"Yeah, a strike means good luck."

The Newcastle players stayed again, so can they be tough?

A strike means clearly a good ball.

Tang Zhenglong insisted that he meant a ball full of good luck.

If the Newcastle players had salt soda in their hands, they would definitely spit it on Tang Zhenglong's face right away, that's an asshole.

The referee calmed down the controversy between the two sides and the game continued, but neither side completed the lore in the remaining time, so the first penalty shootout of the UEFA Cup quarter-finals was about to be staged.

Stevens called the players over. The first person to step up and take a penalty kick is the most important and the most stressful.

Everyone understood, so no one took the initiative to stand up. Stevens looked at it and suddenly pointed at Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, come here."

"I?"

"Yes, I trust you."

"Yes, we all trust you." The teammates said in unison.

But Tang Zhenglong didn't feel happy at all, why did he feel that they were shirking responsibility.

(End of this chapter)