big mouth ball king

Chapter 302 Mask Man

Tang Zhenglong looked at the system.

0 points.

I remembered that I spent 1000 points to buy Gerd Müller's skills in the last game against Bayern. If I saved that money and used it again in this game, it would be a shame.

Now there is only one resident skill-the shot from the right side of the penalty area must enter, and the rest can only be relied on by yourself.

On their own?
Thinking of this, Tang Zhenglong was a little upset.

"System, come on a mission, I need you."

"Master, the task is not what you want."

Tang Zhenglong wanted to cry, "You are the one who encouraged me to spend money recklessly."

"Master, don't talk nonsense, you did it voluntarily."

"Volunteer for your size." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

Simao is relatively young, and it is time to try to prove himself, and now the requirements for wide players are getting higher and higher.

Not only can you go up when attacking, but you must also be able to come back to help defend when defending.

So Simao will fall back to defend Tang Zhenglong when Cologne is attacking.

"Hey, aren't you a winger? Why did you come back to be a defender? Do you feel that you can't do it anymore and have to change careers?"

Simao ignored Tang Zhenglong at all, but it has to be said that it was impossible for Tang Zhenglong to dribble into the penalty area due to the two-person defense between him and David Louis.

"This is how to do?"

"If you can't enter the penalty area, you can't play, and if you can't play, you can't score goals."

Tang Zhenglong wanted to enter the penalty area and forced the ball to run forward. Simao easily destroyed the ball, and then gave Tang Zhenglong a very contemptuous look.

"Unhappy, very unhappy."

At this time, the system said: "Master, why are you so lazy at ordinary times, it is of course difficult to break through by yourself now."

sweat!
There is basically no hope for sports warfare, and Cologne can only rely on set kicks.

The corner was a good chance for Cologne.

Tang Zhenglong was in ambush in the restricted area, and Simao patted David Louis, "This guy is so good, leave it to me."

"no problem."

Tang Zhenglong pushed Simao, "Get away from me."

"Hey, it's impossible, don't even try to touch the ball."

Teammates take a corner kick, and the high ball is usually for tall people in the team, such as Matip and central defenders.

In front of the small penalty area, the players from the two teams turned their backs on their backs. The ball bounced and did not fly out of the penalty area, but came towards Tang Zhenglong.

Simao saw that there was no threat. It was unlikely that Tang Zhenglong wanted to hit Linkong because it was too difficult, and if he stopped the ball, he would have no chance.

"hey-hey."

Of course Tang Zhenglong is going to volley directly from the air, after all, there are shots from the right side of the penalty area that must go in.

But Tang Zhenglong looked at Xi Mang's big face, and had a sudden thought, what would happen if the ball was drawn to his face?
It's fun to think about it!

Tang Zhenglong kicked up, and Xi Mang was dumbfounded, the ball was aimed at him, because the distance was too close, and the force was too violent, it was impossible for him to avoid it.

then……

"Ah!" sounded.

The ball hit Simao's face, then drew a strange arc, and flew into the goal amidst the attention of everyone.

GOOOOOOOOOOOAL! !
The home fans celebrated like crazy, and it was so important to get a goal back.

1 to 2, hope rekindled.

Simao fell to the ground covering his face, he felt that his nose must be broken.

After a simple examination by the team doctor, it turned out that Simao's nose was broken, and he was either replaced or continued the game with a mask on.

This era already has soft masks, tailored specifically for players with nose injuries.

"My suggestion is to get off the field, you are seriously injured." The team doctor said.

"The end? That's impossible."

In such an important game, Simao didn't want to end so early, so why did he choose to wear a mask.

After a few minutes, Simao ran back to the court again. What was even more tragic at this time was that the goal just now was identified as Simao's own goal.

The referee decided that if the ball had not been reflected and formed a complicated ball path, it would have been impossible to enter the goal, so it was judged that the main credit for the ball was not Tang Zhenglong, but Simao.

Simao was so angry that it was sad enough to be called "Mask Man", and the own goal was still on his account.

At this time Tang Zhenglong ran over, "What kind of shape is this? It's very pretty, the masked man."

"Mask... Hero!"

Simao really wanted to slap Tang Zhenglong across the face.

"You did it on purpose, you bastard."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "How could I do it on purpose? It was your big face that assisted."

puff!
It is really inconvenient to wear a mask, and there will be a lot of blind spots, such as peripheral vision being blocked.

Simao's overall state declined. At this moment, Tang Zhenglong saw the opportunity and kicked Simao in the face again. This time he didn't kick him in the face, so his strength was not strong, but Simao immediately became angry.

He grabbed Tang Zhenglong, "You want to abolish me, don't you?"

The Benfica players complained collectively. If the ball was suspected of intentional injury, then Tang Zhenglong would be in trouble.

Tang Zhenglong looked innocent, "How can I be so powerful..."

puff!
Tang Zhenglong's innocent appearance was particularly worthy of beating. The referee thought about it and only gave Tang Zhenglong a verbal warning.

"Don't let such a thing happen again, you two should be farther apart."

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "I don't have any objections, it's best for that shaggy head to stay away from me together."

"Poppy? Who are you calling puffy?"

"Isn't it illegal to call you unkempt? It doesn't involve discrimination."

Think about it, too, this is just a normal description of appearance, for example, if you have a square face, it is not discrimination if someone calls you a square face.

The referee is already annoyed by this shit.

"Keep playing, I don't want to hear any more arguments."

The game continued and Cologne got another free kick. In view of the goal lost just now, Benfica strengthened their defense this time.

Xi Mang glanced at Tang Zhenglong from the corner of his eye, "Where's the person?"

Tang Zhenglong moved a bit, and Xi Mang noticed that Tang Zhenglong deliberately hid in a blind spot of his sight.

Simao turned again, Tang Zhenglong moved again, and Simao suddenly found that he was disabled.

"You bastard, you hurt me and bullied me."

When the free kick was taken, Tang Zhenglong ran forward quickly. Because of the blind spot, Simao completely lost his position. Suddenly he felt that he had bumped into something, and when he turned his head, Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground.

"Could I have bumped into him?"

What made Simao even more dumbfounded was that the referee ran over and decisively pointed to the spot of the ball.

Watching the slow playback, Xi Mang could see clearly that Tang Zhenglong deliberately ran in a blind spot of his vision, causing him to panic, and then...

"Referee, I can't see."

"You get off the court when you can't see it, and no one forces you to stay on the court."

Tang Zhenglong said seriously: "Since you stay on the court, you must be responsible for your actions, you know?"

Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball under the gaze of the Benfica players and placed it on the penalty spot.

(End of this chapter)