big mouth ball king

Chapter 346 Who Is The Real Man?

Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong felt something touch his body.

Turning around, it was Frings.

"Damn, Thorsten, be careful and I'll sue you for sexual harassment."

"It's soft."

"What is soft?"

"Why did I bump into you just now as if I hit a wall, as if you were wearing armor."

"Your brain is broken, how can I play in armor?"

Frings thought about it, too.

But the feeling is obvious, it really hits a hard object, like iron armor.

Frings couldn't figure out why.

At this time, Bowman, another Bremen champion, came over, "Torsten, leave that guy to me. You just got a yellow card, so be more cautious."

Seeing Frings' silly face, Bowman asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Frings expressed his feelings.

"Like hitting a wall?"

"Ha ha."

"What are you laughing at? It's true."

Bowman felt that Frings was becoming more and more incompetent, and he could even hurt himself by bumping into someone.

"Okay, I see, I will let him know what a real man is."

Bauman is very confident. Physical confrontation is the capital of German players. People like Bauman have played football since they were young because of their strong bodies.

Soon, Podolski was knocked to the ground.

"I seem to have returned to the 1986 World Cup. I remember the game between Argentina and South Korea. The South Koreans used the roughest style of play against Maradona."

"However, on the football field, this kind of confrontation is also a technique, and many people like this kind of violent aesthetics."

Lucas rubbed his ankle, it hurt so much.

Tang Zhenglong waved, "Everyone, come here."

Teammates gather.

"Don, do you want us to go to the referee, okay, let's go to the referee together, this is beyond the reasonable scope of a football game, Werder Bremen players are like butchers."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "I came to you to tell you, pass the ball to me and let them kick me."

Dumbfounded! !
Let them kick you?

"Tang, were you kicked stupid just now?" Schultz was about to reach out and touch Tang Zhenglong's forehead.

"Go away."

The eyes of the teammates are dumbfounded.

"It's like this. I practiced Chinese Kungfu for several years when I was young, and there is a kind of Kungfu called Tiebushan."

"so what?"

Tang Zhenglong started talking about Bruce Lee, but his teammates were even more confused.

"Okay, anyway, just give me the ball and let the opponents kick me. Believe me, believe in our country's martial arts."

Speaking of Tang Zhenglong, he posed a Bruce Lee Jeet Kune Do pose.

"I... hit!!"

Tang Zhenglong and Bruce Lee, although both have a dragon, but the difference is a hundred and eight thousand miles, but since Tang Zhenglong himself asked, the teammates can only follow suit.

"Lucas has retreated, and now Tang Zhenglong is playing the center forward alone."

"This...can't be because he is not German, the head coach doesn't feel sorry for him." The commentator laughed.

If Tang Zhenglong's body is used to play as a center forward, he can only be beaten. Look at Bremen, Fritz, Bowman, Frings, all of them are strong men, and look at Tang Zhenglong, who has a body like a bamboo pole.

Shafu didn't understand either. Could it be that Tang Zhenglong didn't feel bad because he was a foreigner?

In other words, don't you feel bad if you get kicked badly?

But this is just a joke, Shafu estimated that Tang Zhenglong was about to dive.

"Watch that guy, he must be going to dive in front of the penalty area and take a free kick."

The team members all said that the boss is wise, that bastard Tang Zhenglong must be planning to do this.

But soon, the Bremen players discovered that this was not the case. Tang Zhenglong mainly ran to the side, and he also stuck to the ball.

In the end, the Bremen players came to a unanimous conclusion-Tang Zhenglong was crazy and he owed a kick.

Bowman was very happy, he was going to give Tang Zhenglong a hard blow, making him scream on the ground for at least a long time.

Seeing the timing, Bowman rushed over. It was a [-]-[-] scrimmage. Bowman rushed towards Tang Zhenglong like an angry bull.

The referee had already put the whistle in his mouth, ready to blow it at any time, and Stevens was covering his head. The other party was trying to make trouble.

Bang it.

Bowman and Tang Zhenglong collided firmly, and then something happened that stunned everyone.

Bowman was bounced away, while Tang Zhenglong appeared to be unscathed.

"It hurts to death."

Bowman fulfilled his wish and wailed on the ground, but it was not Tang Zhenglong who wailed, but himself.

"No, my arm seems to be broken."

"Broken? How is it possible?"

The teammates looked at each other in blank dismay, this was a [-]-[-] collision, like two eggs colliding, if one of them cracks, it proves that the other one is not much better, but looking at Tang Zhenglong's appearance, this is not serious at all.

After a simple inspection, the team doctor gestured to Schaff, "Substitution."

"Bremen is about to make a substitution, Baumann can't hold on anymore, let's watch in slow motion, what happened?"

After watching it many times in slow motion, the commentary still can't explain what's going on.

It seems to be a very ordinary fight, why did such a thing happen?
The strangest thing was Tang Zhenglong's performance, which seemed to have no influence at all.

"I see, this is Chinese Kung Fu." Frings shouted.

"Let's not touch him, this guy knows Chinese Kung Fu."

Tang Zhenglong put on a Jeet Kune Do pose, "Yes, I know Chinese Kung Fu, I... fight!!"

The Bremen players instinctively took a few steps back, fearing that Borman's bad luck would befall him.

"Don't mess with me, otherwise..." Tang Zhenglong pointed to Bowman.

The time in the system is running out, Tang Zhenglong wants to frighten the Bremen players.

Matip ran over, "Don, you really know kung fu, can you teach me?"

"I also want to learn." Streit and several teammates said one after another.

Tang Zhenglong scratched his head, looking very happy, thinking: "It's very easy. When the time comes, go online and learn a few Jeet Kune Do moves, and then teach them to these guys. If they find that it doesn't work, then say you're not good enough."

"No problem, but there is a tuition fee."

"Of course."

Tang Zhenglong pointed to Matip, "You have 100 euros."

Pointing to Schultz again, "2000 euros for you."

"Why?" Schultz was dumbfounded.

"Because you're ugly."

"asshole!!"

"Hahaha."

Schaaf had a headache. Several powerful midfielders in his hands were on the field. The injury of a veteran player like Bowman had a great impact on his formation. He could only replace the young Kevin Schindler.

Kevin, who was born in 1988, is a veritable young player. Schaf patted him, "After you play, you will replace Bowman. Remember one sentence, don't talk to Tang Zhenglong, he is a devil."

(End of this chapter)