big mouth ball king

Chapter 405

The first half is over.

The score was fixed at 0 to 1, with the home team ahead.

Martin Jol thinks it was an accident, Everton scored a dribble, it's nothing, something like this in the second half is absolutely impossible.

The players on the field walked back one after another.

Tang Zhenglong probed his head, he wanted to exchange jerseys with his opponent.

"number 2."

"number 2."

Tottenham's number 2 is French right-back Pascal Shimbonda.

Tang Zhenglong moved over slowly.

"Hey."

Simbunda was taken aback, thinking: "Do I know you?"

"That... can you give me your jersey?"

"You want to swap jerseys with me?"

"Correct."

"Okay, but you have to tell me what you think about that ball first."

"What do you think? Just kick."

"No, I heard from my teammates that you know magic."

sweat.

"Hehe, do you want to learn?"

"Ah."

"Then I will teach you a spell."

"really?"

Shimbunda laughed, took off his jersey, "Here you are."

"Urgent as a law."

"..."

"This is the spell, from the mysterious East."

Not surprisingly, Simbunda was taken aback by Tang Zhenglong, but he thought it would be nice if he could change his jersey.

"Okay, where's your jersey?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"I still want to continue changing to No. 3."

result……

"what is this?"

Tang Zhenglong handed Simbunda a piece of paper.

"IOU, I owe you a jersey."

Simbunda was shocked all over, his three views were shocked by Tang Zhenglong.

Is there still owed by exchanging jerseys?
"No kidding, swapping jerseys is a mutual recognition between players."

Tang Zhenglong sweated, "I know that too, but..."

Tang Zhenglong is suffering.

"Give me back my jersey!"

Shimbonda seemed humiliated.

At this time, the system sounded a notification sound - "Master, the jerseys that were stolen are not counted."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong could only give the jersey to Simbunda.

"It's almost there."

"By the way, who is No. 3 on your team?"

Simbunda smiled and said, "We are from the same country as you."

"One country? Do Tottenham still have Chinese players?" Tang Zhenglong wondered.

Shimbonda pointed to the bench, "Look, it's him."

When Tang Zhenglong saw it, he was immediately struck by lightning. Tottenham's No. 3 was Lee Young-pyo from Korea.

"Mom, say that Bangzi and I belong to the same country? This is the biggest insult to me."

"We are not from the same country, don't talk nonsense."

"Really? I feel the same no matter what."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded for a second.

Damn prosopagnosia! !
"He's from Korea, I'm from China, remember clearly!"

But another problem came up, Li Rongpyo was number 3, Tang Zhenglong didn't want to humbly ask a Korean for a jersey, it was very embarrassing.

After thinking about it, forget it!As long as the task can be completed, face or something is just a cloud.

*****
"Okay, that's it. In the second half, the defense is the main thing, and Tottenham's fast attack is limited." Moyes finished the tactics.

Everyone high-fived each other, encouraged themselves, and then they were ready to go out.

Howard glanced at Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong put on a jersey, then the second, then the third.

Howard was dumbfounded.

"Don, what are you doing in three jerseys?"

Tang Zhenglong thinks that changing the jersey with the IOU is too nonsense, don't you want the jersey?Well, I'll wear a few more and exchange them with the Tottenham players after the game.

Facing the stunned Howard, Tang Zhenglong sweated, "I'm afraid of the cold."

"Don, it's only August."

"It's cold all year round in England."

"..."

Howard was completely dumbfounded. Those who didn't know thought Tang Zhenglong had stolen the jersey.

*****
After the opening of the second half, Tottenham still attacked fiercely. This is White Hart Lane, and the opponent is only Everton. The players are not willing to fall behind 0 to 1.

The pace of the game became faster and faster, and finally Tottenham got a good chance.

In fact, it is useless to blindly fast the pace of the game, the most important thing is the change of rhythm.

And the Tottenham player who is best at changing the rhythm of the team is Berbatov, known as the handsome brother.

Bulgarians are very good at controlling the rhythm.

The ball reached Berbatov's feet, he faked a kick, and after shaking the Everton defenders, he suddenly passed through to Robbie Keane, and the pass was very lethal.

Robbie Keane didn't stop the ball and pushed it directly to Darren Bent in the middle. Bent, who was like a black iron tower, squeezed away the defense and scored the ball into the goal.

Howard had no choice but to watch the ball go into the net for this kind of close-range shot.

1:1.

White Hart Lane was boiling.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!

The DJ at home has been suppressed for a long time, and now he can finally shout out.

GOOOOOOOAL! !
Martin Jol was also very happy.

This is Tottenham in his heart, fast attack, sharp shot, beautiful goal.

Moyes put his arms around his chest, a little upset, the player still failed to stop the opponent's fast attack, which is very annoying.

As the game continued, Tottenham's momentum became more violent, and Everton's defense was no more than that. Since one can be scored, it is not difficult to score two or three.

Yakubu moved over, "Don, can you cooperate with me in the next attack?"

As one of the main forwards, Tang Zhenglong has already scored 4 goals, but he is still zero eggs, it is impossible to not be in a hurry.

In a hurry to go to the doctor, Yakubu hoped that Tang Zhenglong could help him.

Tang Zhenglong was also sweating, thinking that his shooting skills were all his own, the kind that didn't cooperate.

The assist skill also consumes big mouth points, so why make wedding clothes for others?

"Yakubu, don't worry, I believe you can score this goal, and it's a header."

Hearing that Tang Zhenglong was so righteous, Yakubu was also very happy. He patted Tang Zhenglong, "I knew you were a good person."

Tottenham's corner kick.

Moyes waved his hand and asked everyone except Tang Zhenglong to come back and help defend.

Tottenham took a corner kick, and Yakubu, who was eager to make a contribution, jumped up and headed the ball. He wanted to head the ball, but he didn't jump high enough. As a result, this head...

The ball flew into his own goal.

Yakubu was dumbfounded.

He finally scored, but it was his own goal.

"Tang Zhenglong's prediction was right? But why is it an own goal?"

Tang Zhenglong, who was in the opponent's half, took a look and slapped himself on the mouth lightly.

"It seems that my crow's mouth skill has been strengthened, which is too accurate."

Moyes blew up.

"From now on in corner kick defense, you all learn from Tang Zhenglong and move freely."

Tang Zhenglonghan, what does this have to do with me?
Teammates comforted Yakubu one after another. In all fairness, this is not his responsibility, and he just wants to help the team.

But in terms of score, Everton fell behind, and the situation became serious. Everton's first defeat of the season came so quickly.

At this moment, there was a ding.

"A mission coming?"

Tang Zhenglong entered the system and looked at the tasks.

(End of this chapter)