big mouth ball king

Chapter 316 The Sixth Sense Like a Slideshow

Louis was shocked. If Tang Zhenglong's first swipe of the ox's tail was a joke, then the second time can be said to be quite professional.

It can even be said that it is similar to Ronaldinho. Although Louis has not been passed by Ronaldinho's bull tail, he can feel the aura.

After completing the extraordinary, Tang Zhenglong can happily start his right foot shot and must go in. There is no one in front of him.

"Shoot."

"The goalkeeper didn't react at all. The ball went straight into the dead corner of the goal."

"pretty."

GOOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

Tang Zhenglong ran to Louis, "As a Brazilian, what do you think of my goals?"

"Get out!!" Louis pushed Tang Zhenglong hard.

At this time Podolski ran over to protect Tang Zhenglong. Now that Cologne is leading, one must not be impulsive.

"Don, calm down, we are leading now."

"Don't worry, I'm deliberately angry with this unkempt hair."

Looking at Tang Zhenglong's smirk, Podolski was relieved. Sometimes Tang Zhenglong is really mature, but sometimes Tang Zhenglong is like a child who can't grow up.

Cologne has overtaken, and now all the pressure is thrown to Benfica.

Santos yells at his players.

"Put on me, like a man, Portuguese football has dignity, we are a team that has won the Champions League."

At this time, the hearts of Benfica fans have begun to worry, and they think of the famous curse-Gutman's curse.

Since Gutman's curse, Benfica has always encountered some inexplicable things in the history of European wars.

Of course Santos knew the curse in the team's history, but he was unmoved. All he had to do was to break the curse in the team's history.

"Offensive, offensive, that damn spell has to be kicked out this year."

*****
"God-level sixth sense, what kind of skill is this?" Tang Zhenglong stared blankly at this skill, the price is not bad, it only needs 200 mouth points.

"Makes you feel something."

"That's the same as prediction skills."

"No, the sixth sense is a vague thing, but the prediction is accurate."

Confused?
"That's no use for birds."

"Master, in these days, 200 points of skill is enough. If you want to be accurate, then spend 2000."

"You are 2000 tall, how dare you say that!"

But Tang Zhenglong thinks it's okay to buy one for fun.

"exchange."

"Turn on."

Suddenly, something like three slides flashed through Tang Zhenglong's mind.

The first image is of Schultz.

"What is this? Why is Matthias handballing?"

Soon, the picture flashed by.

And then the second one.

"I rely on!"

"Matia was sent off with a red card."

The third picture is the score on the big screen, 3 to 2, Benfica 3, Cologne 2.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, "What? We lost?"

Tang Zhenglong understood that these three flashing pictures were the so-called sixth sense, foreshadowing some possible future situations.

"The key is Schultz."

Tang Zhenglong guessed that the final loss might be caused by Schultz, and the first picture shows him handballing.

"It could have been a handball in the box and a penalty was awarded."

And it's a package combination of red card and penalty kick, so it's justifiable for the team to lose in the end.

But the problem is that Tang Zhenglong only knows that things will happen, but he doesn't know how things happen, what should he do?
"System, can you provide a little more information?"

"Okay, if you buy a prediction function, then you will have everything."

"Hehe." Tang Zhenglong smiled wryly, "I know you want to trick me again, but I don't."

Isn't it Schultz?It's okay for me to defend him.

System sweat! !

"Master, he is your teammate, are you defending your teammate?"

"Any questions?"

……

*****
During the corner kick, Schultz suddenly felt cool behind him, as if someone was blowing him.

Turning his head, he saw that someone was blowing himself up.

"Don, are you crazy? Don't you know that you have bad breath?"

"You have bad breath."

"By the way, why are you back?"

"Help defend, I'm also part of the team."

If someone else said this, it would be very normal, but why did Tang Zhenglong feel so strange when he said it?

Schultz doesn't know what's weird, it's weird anyway!
Tang Zhenglong kept a close eye on Schultz, as long as he had any possibility of handball, he would stop it immediately, even if it was said that there was internal strife, it didn't matter, otherwise Cologne would lose.

This time there was no danger, Simao hit the ball directly high without posing any threat.

"Fortunately."

Looking at the time, there are still 20 minutes before the game is over.

"Schultz is a big living person. I want to be his nanny for 20 minutes? And it's still under the condition of unilateral consent."

Tang Zhenglong felt profusely sweating, but there was nothing he could do. Schulz's handball was the first domino to fall. If he didn't stop it, Cologne would lose.

"System, I hate you, I would rather not know what will happen."

"Master, how can a great star like you be so negative?"

"Great player?"

Well, Tang Zhenglong can only continue.

Since Cologne is leading and there is not much time left, the smartest way is of course to take the bus and use up the time.

Santos waved his big hand and changed the formation on the court. On the defensive line, Luis rushed to a center away.

Now Benfica is Luiz, Gomez, and Del Rey on the front line.

Santos' idea was to either be cursed to death by the so-called curse, or to score another goal and pull himself back from the brink.

Benfica wins a free kick.

Rui Costa ran over to kick off.

"Tang, look good, this time I want to contribute to the team, I want to get ahead."

Tang Zhenglong sweated, thinking: "Actually, you'd better not do anything, go for a walk like me, and play cards."

But it was impossible for Schultz to be so obedient, he was bouncing around, ready to rush out at any time.

The corner kick is taken.

"Someone fell down in the penalty area in Cologne, will it be a penalty?" At the last moment of the game, the commentator was so nervous that he stuttered.

The camera zoomed in, and everyone was dumbfounded. Tang Zhenglong pulled Schulz down, and Cologne fouled himself! !

"Tang, are you crazy? You can't even see clearly."

Tang Zhenglong patted Schultz with a smile, "Matia, I'm sorry, you look so much like Gomez, you are both top-notch handsome guys, I misunderstood you."

……

Schulz is petrified, he and Gomez have nothing to do with each other, one is Latino, brown, and Schulz is white German.

"Don, you are fucking blind."

(End of this chapter)