big mouth ball king

Chapter 360

"Cologne's physical fitness has declined very badly. I forgot to mention that the average age of Cologne is 2 years older than that of Sevilla."

Cologne's players are all Bundesliga veterans, which works, but they are too old.

This is also the survival philosophy of small clubs, just like the miracle of Kaiserslautern back then, in fact the average age is also very old.

Stevens was a little concerned.

Finally, Sevilla took a shot from the outside.

The ball was like a cannonball, and Svant didn't hold it. At this time, Fabiano showed the quality of an excellent shooter. He appeared on the ball landing point like a civet cat, and then kicked the ball into the goal.

GOOOOOOAL.

Juande Ramos is crazy happy to get one back.

1 to 2, anything is possible.

Just as Seville was celebrating, there was a ding.

Task: Press the ball in the goal for 15 seconds.

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

A countdown appears in the system - 15.

"Is this a time-delaying task? It's only the first half."

But the system is unreasonable, Tang Zhenglong can only run towards the goal.

Fabiano celebrated me briefly, and was about to go to the goal to fish out the ball and place it in the middle circle to speed up the pace of the game.

Just when he was about to hold the ball, suddenly a pair of hands stretched out.

Tang Zhenglong hugged the ball.

This is a bit of an argument, and Fabiano became angry in a blink of an eye.

"Give me the ball."

"No."

"You... scoundrel."

Fabiano directly reached out to snatch it from Tang Zhenglong's arms, and Tang Zhenglong simply sat on the ball. As a result, Fabiano was completely angry, and he pushed Tang Zhenglong, "You are disgusting at all."

"It's not me who disgusts people, it's the system that disgusts people, okay?"

The Sevilla players saw that there was a commotion over there, and immediately came to help.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it's Tang Zhenglong again.

"you again!"

"Why are you everywhere."

Tang Zhenglong doesn't like to hear these words, this stadium belongs to your family.

The referee ran over and stretched out his hand to ask for the ball. Tang Zhenglong was stupid. The opponent didn't have to give the ball if he wanted it, but the referee...

……

……

There are still five seconds in the countdown, if you hand it over, you will fail.

"How to do?"

"Roll?"

Obviously not, could it be said that he was attacked by air?
That's an insult to the referee's IQ.

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong had a quick wit and made a pop!
Put a P.

Then Tang Zhenglong stood up.

The Sevilla players and the referee looked at each other, the ball was there, but no one wanted to touch it.

After a while, the referee said: "Change the ball and stop making trouble."

Afterwards, Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "It's so dangerous, I almost didn't complete the task."

Haha, all three small tasks have been completed, and now the only thing left is to win the championship.

but……

"Hey, why is it still 2/3?"

Tang Zhenglong didn't understand. He turned his head and saw that there was a thunderbolt, and the goddamn Svant reached out to fish out the ball at the last second.

Don't be afraid of God-like opponents, just be afraid of those like-like teammates, take precautions, Tang Zhenglong never thought that Svant is the biggest enemy.

"Don, what are you doing in a daze?"

Tang Zhenglong's heart was bleeding.

"System, if I beat this idiot, can I be counted as completing the task?"

"Sorry, no, but the final missions are cumulative."

"What do you mean?"

"That is, I can add a task and give you another chance."

Tang Zhenglong seemed to be pardoned, but he still wanted to stuff the ball into Svant's mouth.

*****
Juande looked at his watch, the first half was over soon.

1 to 2 is not bad.

He walked up to Stevens early and held out his hand, which made Stevens very upset. The game is not over yet, and it is disrespectful for the opponent to do so.

"I only shake hands at the end of the game."

"Believe me, that's it for the first half and we'll come back in the second half."

Stevens sneered inwardly.

On the court, Tang Zhenglong ran around, looking for opportunities to catch the ball.

"As long as you run to the orange area and shoot, you will have a chance to score." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

But the football field is so big, it is not so easy to get the ball in a certain area.

At this moment, Matip passed him a kick to the ground, and Tang Zhenglong happened to get the ball in the orange area.

Corridor Piero!

What are you waiting for?
Navarro already had a hunch that something bad was going to happen.

I saw Tang Zhenglong kicking the ball, almost exactly the same as when he scored the second goal.

The ball drew an arc and flew into the goal without any suspense.

GOOOOOAL! !
"Hat-trick, incredible, 18 goals."

"Tang Zhenglong broke his scoring record again."

Navarro knelt down. Unless he hung on Tang Zhenglong's body, he couldn't think of any other way to prevent Tang Zhenglong's shot in this area.

Stevens stretched out his hand, looked at Juand who was stunned, and said with a smile: "I think we should shake hands, the game is over."

Stevens made a pun, not that the first half was over, but that the whole game was almost over.

Juande's face was on fire, and the first half was about to end and he conceded another goal, and the pressure was overwhelming.

This ruined everything during the halftime break. All the speeches he had planned had to be changed. They were supposed to be motivational, but now they had to be replaced with foul language.

Juande, of course, didn't shake Stevens' hand and walked into the tunnel without looking back.

Not long after Tang Zhenglong scored, the first half ended.

3:1.

This is reminiscent of last year's UEFA Cup final, but the two sides were reversed, and the abused side became Sevilla.

Sevillaball walked into the player tunnel with his head down. Only one person thought and thought, and finally stopped and waited at the intersection. He was Fabiano.

Brazilians worship excellent shooters. Fabiano felt that Tang Zhenglong was really amazing, so he risked being looked down upon by his teammates and wanted to exchange jerseys with Tang Zhenglong. Maybe he could get a little bit of Tang Zhenglong's good luck.

It is recognized that forwards need good luck. Sometimes the difference between a shot or not is just a few centimeters. Apart from luck, it is really difficult to have any other explanation.

"Don."

"What? Do you want to fight?"

"Haha."

Fabiano took off his jersey, "Can we exchange jerseys?"

Tang Zhenglong froze for a moment, "Do you worship me?"

"..."

"Don't be shy, there are many people who admire me."

Fabiano was so embarrassed, Tang Zhenglong also took off his own jersey and handed it to Fabiano. At this time, Fabiano even had a very ridiculous idea. If he put on Tang Zhenglong's jersey and put his own jersey on top, would he have better luck when shooting in the second half?
But this is just thinking about it, if the club finds out, then it must be fired.

"Thank you Don."

"You're welcome, when I get the UEFA Cup trophy, you are welcome to touch it."

"..."

Fabiano Khan is dead!

(End of this chapter)