big mouth ball king

Chapter 447

PS: Three shifts will start today, until the Spring Festival, 8:11 am, 7:[-] pm, and [-]:[-] pm. Thank you for your support. The New Year subscription has improved a lot, and I will work harder.

"Tang Zhenglong, welcome home, but don't score tonight."

Most fans at Stamford Bridge welcome Tang Zhenglong. After all, he is from Chelsea. The better he performs when he is rented out, the better Chelsea will benefit in the end. It's just a matter of time.

Drogba saw Tang Zhenglong's welcome from the fans and felt angry.

Originally he was the undisputed first brother of Chelsea's striker, but his performance this season is really average.

The Ivorians are also anxious, but things like scoring goals are really not something that can be achieved in a hurry.

Because of some unhappiness before the game, the handshake between Moyes and Grant seemed perfunctory. Both sides wanted to defeat their opponents and defend their position in the standings.

"This is a duel between Tang Zhenglong and Didier Drogba. Fans are most concerned about who is stronger between Drogba and Tang Zhenglong."

"The football styles of the two are very different. Drogba is the kind of powerful center who can crush opponents on the court, while Tang Zhenglong is good at grasping some opportunities that others cannot grasp."

Game start.

Chelsea players immediately set up a 4231 formation on the pitch.

The two wings were handed over to Wright Jr. and Joe Cole, Lampard was the midfielder, Mikel and Essien guarded the front of the penalty area.

The lone striker is Drogba.

The game has just started, Tang Zhenglong ran and ran, in the future home court of the club, this game must be more diligent.

suddenly.

Ding sound.

Task: Lie on the side of the court for 30 seconds.

Rewards: Shot +3, Strength +5.

Penalty: Shot -6, Strength -10.

……

……

If the mission in the past was five thunderbolts, then this is direct cremation.

"System, do you really want to kill me before you give up? This is a Premier League game. You let me lie on the sidelines for 30 seconds. Can you watch it?"

But, it's still the same, the system doesn't make sense.

The only consolation is that the rewards are really good. After +3, the shot reached 80, the second one got 80 attributes, and the strength also reached 65.

"Okay, as long as you can level up, you're just a cloud."

*****
"Lampard and Neville's fight."

"The ball still belongs to Chelsea."

The attention of the commentary was all on the football, and suddenly the voice of the director came from the earphones.

"Stop watching the ball!"

"Don't watch football games? Anchor, are you sure you don't have watts in your brain?" the commentator thought.

"Look at Tang Zhenglong, he's lying on the edge of the field."

"what!!"

The commentator was at Stamford Bridge, and upon closer inspection, Tang Zhenglong was really lying on the edge of the pitch.

"Don is this to protest what Grant said?"

Among the Chelsea fans at the scene, some were booing Tang Zhenglong, and some were applauding. Those applauding must not like Grant.

Grant's face was hot. He said that people like Tang Zhenglong would definitely be fired under his command, but Tang Zhenglong actually lay on the ground at Stamford Bridge and pretended to be dead for him to see.

Even Maradona is not so arrogant.

Grant swore in his heart that he would never say a word to Tang Zhenglong in his life.

Alan was also dumbfounded.

"David, I know what Grant said was a little too much, but Tang Zhenglong is too arrogant."

Moyes darkened.

"Are you still called Tang Zhenglong if you're not arrogant?"

The referee came running.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Yeah, I'm having insomnia and my girlfriend Tony dumped me."

"Tony? That's your boyfriend, right?"

The referee signaled Tang Zhenglong to stand up and gave him a verbal warning.

"Don't let this happen again, go home and sleep."

"Referee, I'm fine. I have forgotten my ex-girlfriend. I want to start a new life. Referee, do you have a daughter?"

The referee almost vomited blood.

"I'll take you as humor, don't talk nonsense to me."

sweat……

Tang Zhenglong became an obedient boy in seconds.

*****
"System, don't give me weird tasks anymore. I will join Chelsea next year. My character has been ruined. How can I come back?"

"Master, you have no character."

"..."

The game continues.

Warcraft and African Andy Lau - Didier Drogba, after the start of the game, he felt a fire in his heart. Is Tang Zhenglong amazing?
Wright Jr. gave the ball to Drogba.

Warcraft turned and went straight to Neville, Drogba basically passed by in seconds, and Neville seemed to be hit by a bulldozer.

Drogba continued to run forward with the ball and immediately met Everton's central defender Lescott.

Lescott is an England international, and his confrontation ability is still good, but the opponent is Andy Lau in Africa.

Drogba flew into a rage, without passing the ball, without any feints, and put on a posture of clearing the roadblock.

Lescott is also popular, everyone is out to play football, you can at least have some respect, don't force it so obviously, even if you make a fake move.

Drogba and Lescott collided, and it turned out that Warcraft was stronger. He squeezed Lescott and won the angle of the shot.

"Didier is really strong, and Lescott is like a primary school student in front of him."

The home fans all stood up, cursing and scolding, Drogba can score, then everyone is still happy.

"Shoot!!"

If you are looking at station B at this time, then it is estimated that the screen is full of bullet screens-stinky feet!
Drogba's previous breakthroughs were all world-class, but his last shot missed the goal.

"Didier is still so good at wasting opportunities, which is probably why Chelsea fans miss Tang Zhenglong."

"If Tang Zhenglong had shot the ball just now, he would have scored it."

Drogba scratched his head, feeling a little annoyed.

What happened at this time was even more irritating.

Lescott ran back and gave goalkeeper Howard a high-five. Lescott laughed and said, "It's a good thing it wasn't Tang who shot the goal, otherwise he would have scored."

"I think so too."

These words are like needles stuck in Drogba's body.

"It's Tang Zhenglong again!"

"I must let everyone in the Premier League know that I am better than Tang Zhenglong!"

On the other side, Grant sent Essien to defend Tang Zhenglong.

Essien also watched Tang Zhenglong's game video before the game. He is a striker who doesn't like to run very much, but he is very good at seizing opportunities. However, such a person must be closely watched and must not relax.

Essien is a top defensive midfielder and has seen countless types of forwards, so he is confident that he can defend Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong glanced at Essien, he was habitually blind to blacks, just like blacks are blind to yellow people.

"Are you Mikel or Essien?"

Essien Khan thought to himself: "It's a lot worse, okay?"

"Essien."

"Oh." Tang Zhenglong smiled coquettishly.

Essien wondered, what are you laughing at?

"Let's drink together next year."

"Hehe, let's talk about it later, we are enemies now."

"By the way, do you prefer Mourinho or Grant?"

This question made Essien stupid. Do you think everyone is the same and can be arrogant enough to provoke the head coach?
Essien smiled slightly, "It's all good."

"It's boring!" Tang Zhenglong rolled his eyes.

(End of this chapter)