big mouth ball king

Chapter 396 Intra-team Confrontation
Moyes took a sip of coffee. He had watched the video for more than an hour, and the biggest feeling he felt was magic.

Yes.

God's.

"Could it be that this kid is really Inzaghi?"

Tang Zhenglong's goal is either a kind of lucky enough to explode, or it is a world wave, which is really difficult to explain with normal thinking.

"No wonder Jose has taken a fancy to it. It's interesting."

But now that he is under his command, the previous records will be invalidated. Tomorrow, Moyes will personally test Tang Zhenglong's weight.

It rained lightly the next day, which is quite normal for the UK, where the sun doesn't shine a few times a year, and light rain is the most common weather.

Tang Zhenglong was not used to it, "No wonder the British people chat about the weather when they meet. The weather here is really weird."

Howard patted Tang Zhenglong, "Just get used to it, welcome to England."

"Haha."

At the end of the grouping, Tang Zhenglong got the blue vest and entered the substitute group. Like Tang Zhenglong, there were Van der Meyde, Gravesen, Cahill and others.

Gravesen froze for a moment when he got the blue vest, a little upset. He trained so hard in the summer, but he still entered the substitute group.

Tang Zhenglong saw the stinky face of the Dane, and patted him, "What about the blue vest, as long as we defeat the main force, then we will be the main force."

Gravesen smiled and put on his blue vest.

"That's right, China boy."

After the group confrontation began, the substitute group was quickly suppressed.

Gravesen wheezed, wheezed, exhausted.

Training is different from real confrontation. Gravesen obviously feels that his interception ability has dropped a lot.

The main team was not polite at all and scored 10 goals in 2 minutes.

Unlike real games, there will be a little break after each goal, and Gravesen keeps his head down.

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

"It's none of your business."

"My interceptions in midfield were terrible."

"If you say that, there will be no place to put my face." Van der Meyde laughed.

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "Are we now in a competition for bad luck?"

"Hahaha."

"I think our biggest problem is that we have too much respect for the main players."

This statement is very fresh.

"Too respectful?"

"Yes." Tang Zhenglong pointed to Gravesen, "You can definitely shovel people."

sweat.

The league starts in a week, and Moyes will really go crazy if his teammates are abolished at this time.

Gravesen shook his head with a smile, "I would never do that, I would rather lose."

The game continues.

Moyes deliberately arranged Tang Zhenglong in the center position.

The assistant coach smiled and said, "David, do you have any grudges with Tang Zhenglong?"

"No."

"Then you have a grudge against Chelsea."

"Hehe, don't worry, I have no enmity with anyone, I just want to see how capable this kid is."

Everton's No. 4 Joseph Yabo, from Nigeria, is the black tower of Everton's defense.

As soon as Tang Zhenglong received the ball, Yabo leaned forward.

Needless to say, Tang Zhenglong was knocked out.

Moyes shook his head, "This physical confrontation is worse than I imagined."

Like this one time, two times were okay, but on the third time, Tang Zhenglong became angry.

"Hey, I said Dahei, I remember we played football, not rugby."

Yabo angrily said, "Who are you calling Dahei?"

"Then can I call you Da Niu?"

Yabo stretched out his casserole-sized fist, "Just ask it and you'll know."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

Run to find Moyes on the sidelines.

"Boss, they bullied me."

Moyes and Alan were happy.

"Don, no one bullies you. This is the Premier League. If you can't adapt in training, then on the pitch, the opposing defender will eat you alive."

……

A black line appeared on Tang Zhenglong's forehead.

The game continued, and the substitute group still didn't improve much. Fortunately, the main team showed mercy and stopped fighting to the death.

Tang Zhenglong was not convinced, and thought to himself: "We must teach them a lesson, otherwise they won't know how powerful I am Tang Zhenglong."

"System, how can I deal with that big black? Give me a center skill."

500 points, Vieri's crush.

Vieri's crush?

Tang Zhenglong likes it.

I remember that in the 2002 World Cup, when Italy played against Ecuador, Vieri crushed the opponent's defender with an unreasonable breakthrough, which was really domineering.

At his peak, Vieri's crushing ability on the front line is comparable to that of Drogba now.

"Okay, just give me this."

*****
"Alan, tell me your opinion."

Alan Irwin began to speak his mind.

"The goalkeeper must belong to Howard. I don't think there is any need to move the defense. In the midfield, Gravesen is a good substitute, but Phil is still the absolute main force."

"Tell me about the front line."

"There's definitely one spot for Yakub, the other I'd suggest is the Australian."

"Cahill?"

Alan nodded.

"I know, you might think he's too short, but he has a much better shot than the rest of the strikers."

"Well, it is."

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong broke through with the ball.

Moyes didn't care too much, because Tang Zhenglong's speed was really fast.

He continued to chat with Alan until Tang Zhenglong passed the second person and came to Neville's defense zone.

"I bet you £10, Phil will make Tang Zhenglong suffer."

Alan chuckled, "I don't gamble, it's obvious."

But soon, the two were dumbfounded, and Tang Zhenglong shook Neville out.

"Am I not mistaken? Is that Tang Zhenglong?"

"Yes."

"Maybe Phil didn't stand still."

"Maybe it's related to Xiao Yu."

This is self-consolation. Neville is British. He has been training and competing in such weather since he was a child. Could it be that his adaptability is not as good as Tang Zhenglong?

Tang Zhenglong moved forward all the way, only Yabo stood in front of him.

"I bet you, for 100 pounds, Yabo will be able to stop Tang Zhenglong."

"I don't gamble."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong made a change of direction, and Yabo blocked Tang Zhenglong's direction with his body. He was very confident, not to mention Tang Zhenglong, even if Drogba came, it would be impossible for him to pass.

But soon, the Nigerians were stunned. Tang Zhenglong, a paper man, seemed to have taken root under his feet and stuck to the court.

Yabo pushed hard, but he lost his balance.

Shock.

Everyone wondered if they were blind.

Facing Howard, Tang Zhenglong burst into the far corner.

GOOOOOOAL!

Tang Zhenglong waited for his teammates to run over to celebrate with him, but they were all stunned.

Tang Zhenglong ran to Van der Meyde, "Andy, you are stupid."

"Don, was that you just now? I thought I saw Drogba."

"Hahaha, then you can call me Chinese Drogba."

(End of this chapter)