big mouth ball king

Chapter 407 I have a dream

"System, I want a corner kick god-level grab card."

"Okay, 500 mouth points."

Tang Zhenglong's face turned green.

"500? So much increase?"

The system said indifferently: "Master, what's not going up these days?"

"Could it be that you are still flipping houses?"

"Master, do you want it?"

"want!"

Tang Zhenglong endured the pain and wanted to score a goal. He must kill Tottenham.

Arteta takes the corner.

Everton's several high points were all marked to death.

Tottenham also knew what it meant to be scored at this time. Martin Jol was anxious on the sidelines like an ant on a hot pot, so he almost went up and kicked himself.

"Hold on to me!"

The corner kick drew a beautiful arc and flew into the penalty area. Just when everyone was guessing which high point would hit the ball, a small man turned out and headed the ball towards the goal.

"Oh my God, it turned out that Tang Zhenglong hit the ball."

The ball headed to the anti-corner. This time Robinson didn't make the background, but pounced, but he didn't touch the ball at all.

GOOOOOAL! ! !

Moyes rushed to Tang Zhenglong.

The teammates rushed towards Tang Zhenglong.

Lore! !
Beautiful lore! !
Martin Jol couldn't believe what he saw, this really happened?

Although it is said that lore kills often appear on the football field, no one wants such a thing to happen to him, it is too bitter.

Moyes also fell because he rushed too fast.

"Boss."

"Haha, it's okay, I seem to have stretched my thigh."

sweat!
Is that all right?
Tang Zhenglong was surrounded by his teammates like a baby, everyone touched it, just like touching a Buddha statue in a temple, everyone was happy.

"Damn, I'm not Fuwa." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

The game continued, and in the last few minutes, Tottenham had no morale. Like a defeated rooster, Everton defeated Tottenham 3-2 and won their second victory in the league.

After the game, Howard ran to Tang Zhenglong.

"Tang, let's go, let's thank the fans, there should be many female fans falling in love with you, maybe...hehe, you know."

"I understand? I'm sorry, I'm very simple, I don't understand anything."

sweat!
"I have something else to do."

"what's up?"

Tang Zhenglong pointed to his jersey.

"Of course it's to exchange jerseys, otherwise why would I wear so many clothes!"

Howard was dumbfounded for half a second. Could it be that Tang Zhenglong is really planning to switch to selling jerseys?
Tang Zhenglong has collected No. 1, 2 and 3, and the next is No. 4 jersey.

Tottenham's number 4 is defender Didier Zokora.

Didier Zokora, the Ivorian player, is also the black and hard type, and Tang Zhenglong moved over.

"Hello."

Of course Didier was in a bad mood after losing the game.

"What's the matter?"

"Can you give me your jersey?"

When players exchange jerseys, most people would agree. Didier and Tang Zhenglong had nothing to do with each other, so they took off their jerseys.

Tang Zhenglong also took off his jersey and gave it to the opponent.

Then Tang Zhenglong went to look for No. 5 again.

No. 5 is Eunice Kabul who defends Tang Zhenglong.

Kabul doesn't like Tang Zhenglong, so he doesn't give anything.

"Are you wearing so many jerseys just to swap jerseys?"

Tang Zhenglong sweated: "Actually, I especially admire Tottenham."

Kabul was dumbfounded.

Do you especially admire Tottenham for being so ruthless?Into the three of us?

"No, I refuse."

At this time, Tottenham star Robbie Keane came over.

"Don, we can swap jerseys."

Tang Zhenglong died in sweat, and Robbie Keane was number 10, so I can't have it.

"This……"

"What's the matter? Don't you want to?"

Tang Zhenglong could only refuse, and he had to refuse, otherwise the mission would fail.

"Yeah, I don't want to swap jerseys with you."

Robbie Keane was upset. He offered to exchange the jersey, but was rejected. The jersey was half handed and had to be taken back. The terrible thing was that this scene was photographed by reporters.

In the mixed interview area, reporters quickly seized this scene to ask questions.

"Don, are you trying to humiliate Tottenham on purpose? On the one hand you are looking for a Tottenham player to exchange jerseys, but when Robbie Keane handed you the jersey, you refused."

Tang Zhenglong was also helpless, this really didn't make sense.

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, and he could only talk nonsense. Fortunately, this is what he is best at.

"I did it because I wanted to promote a philosophy, respect for defenders."

The reporters were dumbfounded.

"Respect the defender?"

"That's right, the football circle has long neglected the contributions made by defenders. Think about the Ballon d'Or in the past ten years, are most of them awarded to strikers?"

"Also, everyone plays football, but the salary of defenders is generally lower than that of forwards. This is unfair, so I exchanged jerseys with defenders to appeal that all beings are equal."

This time, even the system couldn't listen anymore.

"Master, you are too good at making things up. When you change to the No. 9 jersey, isn't that a slap in the face?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"Let's talk about it when the time comes. I will say respect the striker when the time comes."

puff!
Unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong's foolishness moved the reporters.

"Don, what you said makes a lot of sense."

"Don, is that the purpose of wearing so many jerseys?"

"Yes, I hope to change to more defenders' jerseys, all beings are equal."

Tang Zhenglong's image suddenly grew taller, it seemed that he was not 1 meters, but 8 meters.

"Don, your lore is so beautiful, I didn't expect your header to be so good."

It seems that there is something in the words.

Tang Zhenglong was not happy.

"Why can't I head the ball well?"

"Because you are short."

A Tottenham fan reporter blurted out.

Tang Zhenglong's face turned green all of a sudden.

You can say anything about me, but there are two things that are absolutely unacceptable, one is short and the other is short time (time on the court).

As long as Tang Zhenglong heard that he was short and his time was short, he felt uncomfortable. This was a matter of dignity.

"In Asia, I am tall. If you go to Korea, they are all shorter than me."

"Don, there are Koreans in Tottenham."

"That's right, I'm taller than him."

The reporter was suddenly speechless, as if it was true.

Li Rongpyo seems to be 1 meters.

"And I want to emphasize that the height of a football player is effective height."

"What does effective height mean?"

"For example, if I can grab a header, then my effective height will be high, and those who cannot grab a header will have a short effective height."

"For example, the famous Italian defender Cannavaro, his effective height is 2 meters, just like me."

puff.

You have such a big face!

"Don, what do you think of the Premier League and the Bundesliga?"

"This question has pitfalls, and I will not answer it. Both countries are football powerhouses, and it is not my turn to comment."

Tang Zhenglong's answer was full of wisdom, and the reporters who wanted to make troubles were helpless.

The next day, the news came that Chelsea had lost again.

(End of this chapter)