big mouth ball king

Chapter 406 The Sad Li Rongpyo
Usually, Tang Zhenglong is asked to do something first, and then rewarded. This time, it is very strange, he is rewarded first, and then the task is done.

"Give me a shot 100 first?"

"What is the mission?"

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

Undress to celebrate after scoring.

"I knew the system wasn't that kind."

Knowing that he is wearing 3 jerseys, this undressing celebration is not a yellow card, but a joke.

"System, must all three jerseys be taken off?"

"Yes."

Ok.

Tang Zhenglong's last illusion was also shattered.

After Tottenham's goal, Martin Jol asked his players to return.

This time it's Tottenham's turn to play a defensive counterattack.

"Haha, let me show you the total defense of Dutch football."

But what I didn't expect was that Tottenham's defense only lasted for 1 minute.

That's right, 1 minutes.

This ball was Tang Zhenglong's personal performance again. He took the ball in front of the penalty area and shot directly.

Robinson is once again in the background.

The home fans felt as if they had eaten flies. What did Tang Zhenglong do? How did he shoot so accurately?
Tang Zhenglong completed the goal, then ran to the side of the court and began to celebrate.

One piece.

two pieces.

three item.

The commentator was dumbfounded.

"Tang Zhenglong wears 3 jerseys, how much does he love Everton?"

The Tottenham fans burst out laughing after a brief moment of consternation.

"Is he selling jerseys?"

"There is a peddler in front of my house who is like this. He wears at least five jerseys."

Black lines appeared on Moyes' face.

"When did this guy wear three jerseys? Isn't he hot?"

Alan Khan said: "Perhaps the Chinese are not used to the British weather."

"That can't be the case!"

Moyes was going to rush over to celebrate with Tang Zhenglong, but in this situation, he didn't go over, it was too embarrassing.

After finishing the celebration, Tang Zhenglong put his jersey back on again, and the referee gave him a yellow card.

"Why are you wearing three jerseys?"

"I'm afraid of the cold."

"..."

The game continues.

"System, are you happy? I lost my face in the Pacific Ocean."

"Master, who told you to wear three jerseys?"

"Isn't it to complete your mission? I want to exchange it with IOUs, but the other party refuses!"

"Master, you are very angry, drink some herbal tea."

……

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*****
Martin Jol observed Tang Zhenglong carefully.

This guy looks lazy, but his shots are so accurate. The total number of marksmen in Dutch history is nothing more than that.

Martin Jol decided that this Tang Zhenglong must be faking it.

He must be focused on defense! !
"Keep an eye on that number 9, the guy with the three jerseys on."

Martin Jol was not cryptic either, and gave orders directly to his defense line.

The team members are also very helpless. Although Tang Zhenglong said he scored two goals, in fact he is usually leisurely and doesn't run much.

But since the boss gave the order to die, the players on the back line can only execute it without compromise.

Martin Jol suddenly thought, "There seems to be a yellow-skinned one on the bench here."

After Martin took office, Korean Lee Young-pyo lost his main position, but he was remembered at this time.

Martin gestured towards the bench, and Lee Young-pyo ran over.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Martin pointed to Tang Zhenglong, "Don't say I won't give you a chance, I'll replace you and defend your compatriots."

When Li Rongpyo heard this, he almost vomited at Martin. He is from China, and I am from Korea. When did Korea become Chinese?
But... Li Rongpyo wanted to play the game so much, he knew that if he refused, he might really have to go back to his country.

So he could only nod with tears in his eyes.

"Hahaha, I knew you were from the same country. By the way, you are Chinese."

……

Li Rongpyo wanted to say no, but in that case, would Martin change his mind?
This is the sadness of the substitute, who has no chance and can only survive in the cracks.

Martin patted Li Rongpyo's shoulder hard, "Okay, when the ball is dead, you go on the field and guard him for me."

*****
"Tottenham change, No. 3 comes on."

"number 3?"

Tang Zhenglong's eyes brightened. The next jersey he will collect is No. 3. If he misses this game, he will have to wait until the next game.

In fact, the most terrible thing is that many teams don't have No. 3 at all! !

Thinking of this, Tang Zhenglong was indignant, this mission is unscientific.

Tang Zhenglong was grinning at Li Rongbiao, but Li Rongbiao didn't have a good face towards Tang Zhenglong. He was angry with the coach just now, and he blamed Tang Zhenglong for everything.

"Damn, why are you looking so fierce?"

Tang Zhenglong leaned forward.

"How do you pronounce your name?"

"plum……"

"Otherwise, I'll call you Little Lizi."

"Little Li, hahaha."

Li Rongpyo's eyes are killing people.

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

Something went wrong soon, Neville made a short pass to Tang Zhenglong, and Li Rongpyo short-circuited his brain and tackled the ball behind his back.

Martin stared blankly.

"Why are you so cruel to your compatriots?"

Li Rongpyo himself was stupid, and regretted it when he got up.

But the red card is inevitable.

Tang Zhenglong was seriously injured and was put on a stretcher.

"Ah, it hurts!!"

Teammates came over, "Don, why don't you roll."

"You only roll when you flop, how can you have the strength to roll when you really fall?"

The teammates looked at each other in blank dismay, okay, you are awesome.

Lee Young Pyo passed by Martin.

"What's the matter with you? I asked you to defend your compatriots, you don't have to be so ruthless."

Li Rongpyo finally got angry, took off his jersey and threw it aside.

"I am Korean, he is Chinese, coach, have you studied geography?"

Before Martin could react, Lee Young Pyo left the court.

"Hey, what is this?"

Tang Zhenglong, who was lying on the stretcher, was moaning. Suddenly, a jersey fell from the sky.

"Wow, number 3."

"God must have heard my pious prayer, so a jersey floated here."

Tang Zhenglong quickly put on his jersey, and then put on his own jersey.

The team doctor was dumbfounded. Tang Zhenglong was wearing 4 jerseys, and one of them belonged to the opponent.

"What are you looking at! I've never seen anyone who likes to wear clothes."

The game continues.

The score was 2 to 2, but Tottenham lost one player, obviously on the passive side.

Martin Jol looked at his watch, not reconciled, but the player was obviously unable to attack, and he could only accept a possible draw.

Moyes also has a similar mentality. Of course the draw is uncomfortable, but the opponent is not weak.

"It would be great if Tang Zhenglong could score one more." Moyes thought to himself.

At this time, Everton won a corner kick, and the expectation in Moyes' heart became stronger because Tang Zhenglong ran into the penalty area.

(End of this chapter)