big mouth ball king

Chapter 451

75 minutes into the game.

Still 2 to 0, Everton leads.

Grant doesn't have many options, and the people sitting on the bench are no better than these people on the court.

This winter will definitely be extremely cold for Grant, but Moyes looks proud.

Chelsea wins a corner.

The blue team's set-piece scoring rate is still good, and Everton is also waiting for it, even Tang Zhenglong ran back.

"Hey, why are you back?"

Both Everton and Chelsea players looked surprised.

sweat.

"Could it be that I can't come back?"

Then came the more embarrassing moment. Howard yelled at Tang Zhenglong: "Tang, go to the doorpost, you are shorter."

……

Generally, when defending corner kicks, the shorter players in the team will come to the goal post to make up for the leak.

The players on both sides froze for a second, then burst out laughing.

"Go, Don, you're short."

Tang Zhenglong was not happy.

"I'm tall, look at Joe Cole."

"Don't mention me."

"Okay then, Don, you're the second shortest from the bottom, so there's nothing to say, right?"

Tang Zhenglong came to the doorpost.

"Tim, don't call me short in front of others from now on."

Howard Khan.

"I didn't mean that."

Howard is used to it. He would let the short guy stand at the back post when taking corner kicks. He didn't expect Tang Zhenglong to care so much.

Lampard takes the corner.

Chelsea's corner kick tactics have been rehearsed for a long time. Several tall men in the team run towards the middle, Drogba rushes to the front point, and the ball is sent to the front point.

Chelsea's movement disturbed Everton's defense. When they found out that it was Drogba who was really going to grab the point, it was too late and they could only watch Drogba head the ball.

Drogba hit a contra-angle hard, and Howard looked at the ball and sighed.

"No, there seems to be someone at the back post."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the back post, and Tang Zhenglong's head seemed to have a halo of the protagonist.

Drogba knelt down and managed to get a beautiful contra-angle. Tang Zhenglong was still standing at the back post. OMG.

"Tang Zhenglong completed the rescue. Without Tang Zhenglong at the back post, this goal must have been scored."

Tang Zhenglong held his head high.

"Who said I'm short!"

Howard patted Tang Zhenglong on the head, "Good job, come back to help defend more in the future."

"This... depends on the situation."

*****
At the final stage of the game, Chelsea players have ignored it.

All three lines are pressed, and a goal must be scored, otherwise the face will be lost.

But Everton, except for Tang Zhenglong, all retreated, and Toffee played the best defense.

On the other side, Tang Zhenglong had already left work early, stood still in the front field, and used up his skills. He scored two goals, so why run?

Suddenly, a ball flew over from the backcourt.

It was a simple ball, but Chelsea defender Alex suddenly slipped and fell.

By mistake, Tang Zhenglong had a single-handed chance.

Tang Zhenglong is not happy, I am ready to leave work, why do I still have a chance?
Once a striker's body is slack, it's not easy to wind it up again.

Tang Zhenglong really didn't want to run, but this opportunity was so good that it was unreasonable not to run, Tang Zhenglong could only run forward with the ball.

"Chelsea's defense made a big mistake."

"This is a gift for Tang Zhenglong."

Only Cudicini was left in front of Tang Zhenglong.

"Okay, I'm going to pass."

Tang Zhenglong intends to be a pendulum, just like Ronaldo.

Left shoulder sinks, then snaps the ball to the right foot, and…

There's no after that.

Tang Zhenglong accidentally stepped on the ball, and a tragedy happened.

The commentator was dumbfounded.

"Tang Zhenglong surpassed others, but in the end... he surpassed himself."

"I now believe that Tang Zhenglong loves Chelsea. This is too fake."

The audience burst into applause.

"Tang Zhenglong must be pretending."

Only Tang Zhenglong knew in his heart that he really made a mistake, stepped on the ball, and fell quite badly.

Cudicini patted Tang Zhenglong and said softly - thank you.

"Thank you? Thank you, sister, I'm about to fall apart."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

The referee ran over and signaled Tang Zhenglong to get up.

Tang Zhenglong faked injury countless times, but this time he was really injured.

"Referee, I need a stretcher."

"Stop it."

"I didn't make a fuss."

Cudicini came out as a peacemaker.

"Referee, let me carry him out."

"You carry me? Isn't that even more unclear?"

"My God, Cudicini took Tang Zhenglong on his back. Shouldn't this match be regarded as match-fixing?" the commentator joked.

Fortunately, Tang Zhenglong scored two goals, otherwise it is really unclear.

Everton's doctor circled most of the field and came behind Chelsea's goal.

Tang Zhenglong's small expression showed a bit of stubbornness in pain, his acting skills have improved.

The team doctor touched Tang Zhenglong's calf.

"what!!"

"pain!!"

The team doctor was taken aback, Tang Zhenglong could even perform conditioned reflexes so well?
"Don, your acting skills have improved."

"Advance your sister!!"

Tang Zhenglong was crying to death.

"I'm really screwed up this time."

"Really twisted?"

The team doctor touched it and was startled. Tang Zhenglong's ankle was swollen.

"It hurts!"

"What else? Is there someone who can listen to me?"

The team doctor helped Tang Zhenglong back to the bench, and Moyes immediately understood the situation.

"What? Really sprained?"

"is it serious?"

"Just check it after the game to find out."

"Don, I thought you were pretending to avoid offending Chelsea."

……

"Well, I have nothing to say."

The final score was fixed at 2-0, Everton won Chelsea and continued to lead the standings.

After the game, Grant was about to leave quickly, but the reporters blocked him first.

"Avram, do you still think Tang Zhenglong is useless?"

Grant remained stubborn.

"I still stick to my opinion. I don't like players who don't follow the tactics. This will not change."

"But Tang Zhenglong proved that if he doesn't follow the tactics, he can still score goals and help the team win."

Grant said: "What do you want to say? Should I resign immediately?"

"Okay, then just watch the news and wait to read my resignation letter."

Grant rarely lost his grace, and reporters were a little dumbfounded.

"Why are you so angry, you lost the game, take it out on us!"

On the other side, Tang Zhenglong appeared in the mixed interview area in a wheelchair.

It was tacitly understood by everyone that this guy Tang Zhenglong played a complete set of plays.

"Don, I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Tang, you'll be alive and kicking tomorrow."

Tang Zhenglong became more and more wrong the more he heard it, what do you mean?Is it possible that Chengcheng thinks that I am a fraud?
"Master, you like to fake injuries too much, so when you are really injured, no one will believe you."

Tang Zhenglong thought of two lines of poems - once you enter the system, it is as deep as the sea, and from then on you are a passerby.

(End of this chapter)