big mouth ball king

Chapter 411 Hurt a Thousand, Earn Eight Hundred
red card!

Steve Kerber went to the referee to explain.

"Referee, my player really broke his leg."

The referee pointed to his eyes, indicating that he could see clearly.

There is actually nothing to say about this kind of frontal kick. The red card is certain. It can only be said that Reading's players moved too much.

Steve Kerber was furious in his heart, what he hoped most now was that Tang Zhenglong also broke his leg.

In that case, the red card is worth it.

But soon, something that made him dumbfounded appeared again.

"Hey, referee, you have to take care of it, I almost broke my leg."

Tang Zhenglong was looking for the referee to complain, but the smile on his face was still so coquettish, as if it wasn't his leg that was kicked.

Countless black lines emerged from Steve Kerber's forehead.

"Is it possible that this guy has really practiced? It's okay to play like this!"

As the game continued, Reading became much more honest, but his nature is hard to change. After a while, No. 10 Hunter approached the touchline.

"Boss, that guy is very arrogant."

"I know, but he's like magic, and we've crippled two people on him."

"I'll go."

"you……"

Kerber was a little hesitant, because of the incident last year, when Hunter was already notorious. If he kicked someone maliciously again, it would not be a red card, but a suspension.

Hunter knew what the coach was thinking.

"I won't kick him, boss, don't worry, I will use the most covert action to make him go down."

"really?"

There are many out-of-the-box tricks on the court.

For example, when the opponent is jumping for a header, you do a top down and disrupt the opponent's balance. Such an action will not be a card, but it will cause great damage to the player.

"Okay, I believe you, but pay attention, you must not take cards."

"Trust me, boss."

*****
Everton's free kick.

The Reading players all withdrew, and Tang Zhenglong also ran into the penalty area.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"I did that on purpose."

Tang Zhenglong turned his head and saw that it was Hunter.

"What on purpose?"

"I kicked Petr Cech on purpose."

Tang Zhenglong instantly understood that this guy wanted to disgust himself.

"It's not my business?"

"Don't you want to fight for Chelsea? I can tell you that there is nothing you can do."

"Watch your head."

Hunter's wishful thinking is that Tang Zhenglong suddenly loses control of his emotions, and then competes with him, then he will succeed.

But who is Tang Zhenglong!

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "Actually, I did it on purpose."

"You mean it?"

"Yeah, your two teammates, I kicked them off on purpose, cool, I'm actually pretending."

Hunter was furious when he heard that.

"Don't be complacent, the game is not over yet."

The anger between the two had already risen, and there was only one conflict, and soon, the opportunity came.

This is a [-]-[-] ball, commonly known as the ball on the knife mountain.

Tang Zhenglong and Hunter rushed towards each other at full speed.

Moyes was dumbfounded, what is Tang Zhenglong doing?
You hide this kind of ball, we Everton are not short of such a ball, there is no need to fight with the opponent in the midfield.

And Kerber had some expectations in his heart. With Hunter's body, he would not suffer a loss in playing rugby, let alone a football match, and the opponent was an Asian. Isn't this a bonus question?

It felt like a train hitting a bike.

then……

The referee was the first to run over.

"Ah, my head."

"Ah, my head."

The stretcher entered the arena again, and Tang Zhenglong performed a stretcher hat-trick gloriously. He has been carried out three times.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Nice job."

Kerber patted Hunter. That slap just now hurt even just looking at it. Hunter knocked Tang Zhenglong to pieces.

"Okay, stop pretending."

"Hey Hey hey."

"It still looks like it."

The team doctor found something abnormal.

"Coach, Hunter doesn't seem to be pretending, he seems to be in shock."

In an instant, Kerber felt as if he had been hit on the head with a 200-jin heavy punch.

"What? Hunter went into shock?"

It's like a train crashing into a bicycle, and you tell me the train is scrapped.

What a joke!
"Impossible, you must have misdiagnosed."

The team doctor said urgently: "Hurry up and send him to the hospital. I suspect that his head suffered the same injury as Petr Cech."

Kerber was stunned.

Human lives are at stake, no kidding.

"Okay, Hunter will leave it to you."

"Hunter seems to be seriously injured." The commentator said worriedly, "I hope he is safe, and I don't know what is going on with Tang Zhenglong."

Soon, Tang Zhenglong came back to life with thick gauze wrapped around his head.

"Don, you haven't broken your skin."

Tang Zhenglong patted the team doctor, "I think this look is more handsome."

Kerber saw that Tang Zhenglong was still flabbergasted, except for the bandage on his head, basically nothing happened.

"Are you okay?"

"Damn, why am I okay? My head is bruised."

"My players are in shock, you bastard."

"I won't let you go."

"What's the matter with me!"

"what!!!"

Kerber was dumbfounded. He frightened Tang Zhenglong with his fist. The fist was 10 centimeters away from Tang Zhenglong's head, but Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground instantly as if he had been punched.

"stretcher."

"stretcher."

Congratulations to Tang Zhenglong for the stretcher "Big Four".

Because he was too shocked, Kerber was stupid, his fist was still in the air, and the referee decisively sent him to the stands.

"I didn't touch him."

The referee pointed to his eyes, "I can see clearly, you punched him."

"Yes, but it was fake that he fell to the ground."

"You can't threaten opposing players at all."

Kerber was not wronged, he could only go to the stands aggrieved.

The onlookers could tell, after going up to the stands, Kerber, who had calmed down, felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it.

Every time his players clashed with Tang Zhenglong, they were unlucky. Could it be that he knows black magic?

"That guy is an asshole."

The score was 0-0 at half-time, but there are so many stories to tell.

News came during the intermission that Hunter's skull was fractured. Simply put, it was similar to Cech's injury last year.

*****
In the Everton locker room, everyone surrounded Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, I bought this Rolex watch last year, and I gave it to you."

"Don, this is my car, a Mercedes-Benz worth 8 euros, here it is for you."

……

"Hey, why are you giving me presents?"

Everyone's expressions were like digging a treasure.

"Don, stop pretending, you know Chinese Kung Fu, teach us."

Tang Zhenglong was confused.

"How did you find out?"

"The collision between you and Hunter, if you didn't work hard, you must have been seriously injured, and you have nothing to do."

"The most important thing is that you are from China."

Tang Zhenglong didn't expect that system skills would have such a good side effect.

"I like!"

(End of this chapter)