big mouth ball king
Chapter 453 I want to fuck you 7
Chapter 453 I want to marry seven of you
"I don't answer any questions, but the FA rule I have to be present for 15 minutes, so fine, I'll sit here."
Then Keane put on the look of an old monk in meditation. The Premier League reporters are already familiar with his dead pig face.
Keane then sat in silence for 15 minutes.
When the time was up, Keane got up and left immediately, and happened to meet Moyes who was about to go on stage in the backcourt.
The two met each other, and Moyes stretched out his hand. Unexpectedly, Keane said, "I don't shake hands with pigs."
Moyes really wanted to punch him, and he could understand why Tang Zhenglong and him couldn't get along.
Saturday afternoon, Goodison Park.
Players from both sides left the locker room one after another, preparing to line up to enter the field. Moyes arranged for several players to "protect" Tang Zhenglong, so as not to cause trouble to Keane.
"Hey, what are you doing around me? I can walk by myself."
"Don, we adore you."
"Worship me? Then kneel down."
puff.
Tang Zhenglong also knew the purpose of his teammates in doing this. At this moment, Keane appeared.
"Yo, you're not lame! It's really an act."
"Roy, I hope you don't cause trouble."
As a former Manchester United man and Keane's teammate, Neville stood up and said a word.
As a result, Keane was immediately annoyed.
"Phil, you used to be from Manchester United, how come you are so lowly as Tang Zhenglong's bodyguard now?"
Keane laughed contemptuously.
No matter how good-tempered Neville was, he was also on fire.
"Roy, if it weren't for your bad temper, maybe you could retire at Manchester United and eventually enter the management team."
"Hehe, do I really want to stay at Manchester United?"
"You think I'd love to work with that old guy?"
The scene is like a powder keg. If it continues to develop, the two sides may fight before the game even starts.
"Roy, my lord is good enough for you."
Keane sneered.
"Roy, this is the last time you coach Sunderland, can you cherish it a little bit."
Tang Zhenglong suddenly said something.
"The last time you coached Sunderland? Tell me clearly." Keane said angrily.
Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "I'm going to score seven goals for Sunderland. Do you think the management of Sunderland will let you go after the game?"
"what!"
"Seven balls?"
Even Everton's own people were stunned. Sunderland's strength is relatively weak, but they are still a Premier League team anyway.
Keane smiled instead after a brief exasperation.
"Hahaha, okay, if you can score 7 goals for Sunderland, then I will resign immediately after the game."
"Really?"
Keane patted his chest and said, "Everyone can testify."
"it is good."
"By the way, what if you can't do it?"
"what ever!"
Keane thought about it.
"Then you should admit in front of the media that it was injury fraud, match-fixing, and framing me."
Teammates blocking Tang Zhenglong, this is unacceptable, especially for match-fixing, which is tantamount to ruining his career.
Tang Zhenglong pushed aside his teammates.
"no problem!"
"Haha, you are dead, Tang Zhenglong."
Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "I've heard this sentence too many times, but I'm still alive."
Keane strode away.
Teammates blamed Tang Zhenglong for being too reckless.
"Don, do you know what it means to admit match-fixing?"
Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Who says I'm going to admit it, you are all my witnesses, remember when the time comes, you only heard Keane's promise, Tang Zhenglong didn't say anything."
puff!
"Don, are you trying to cheat?"
Tang Zhenglong patted Cahill, "What are you kidding me about! I really didn't say anything, don't you know that I have amnesia?"
puff! !
*****
The Sunderland team is very interesting. They not only invited the former Manchester United's Keane to be the head coach, but also dug out the former Manchester United's black winds-Dwight Yorke and Andy Cole.
It feels like a person who can't afford the latest BMW and ends up buying a 20 year old BMW, YY himself is a millionaire.
Yorke and Kerr were really strong back then, but they were already past their prime.
In addition, Sunderland's midfielders are all very strong players, especially No. 8 Dean Whitehead, who is responsible for defending Tang Zhenglong.
This guy, like Keen, talks a lot of trash, trying to provoke Tang Zhenglong.
"You like cheating, don't you..."
"Then I will satisfy you, and I will make you really hurt, okay?"
Tang Zhenglong glanced at him.
"Your name is Dean?"
"Yes."
"Even your name is so common. This is the first time I heard about you. That bastard Roy is at least famous. You bastard is very low-key."
"Well, I'll call you a snake-wielding bastard. Do you think it's okay?"
Heartbroken.
It's okay to be bad alone, sadly no one cares about you at all.
Dean exploded instantly, his hair standing on end.
Tang Zhenglong smiled inwardly, "The first ticket is up to you, idiot."
Tang Zhenglong prepared to slowly lure this guy to explode during the game, and then he got the ticket, so he did it.
The game was very intense, and Keane's Sunderland's style of play was simpler and rougher, and the midfielder fought hard.
The Everton players didn't get used to it for a while, this is simply the style of play in the British Championship.
The commentator joked: "Sunderland kicked the Premier League out of the taste of the regional league. This style of play is too rough."
The referee showed a yellow card and repeated verbal warnings before suppressing the situation on the field.
The referee runs to Keane.
"Are your guys going to play like this for 90 minutes?"
"Is there anything wrong?" Keene shrugged.
"Then it's very difficult for your team to keep 11 men through the game."
Keane showed an indifferent expression.
"If 9 people can get a victory, what do I need 11 people for?"
The referee was also convinced. This guy was stabbed when he played football. I didn't expect that he was still so arrogant now.
When the ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet, I thought that Sunderland's people would make a move immediately, but I didn't expect it to happen.
Sunderland's people just surrounded Tang Zhenglong.
"Hey, it's strange."
Tang Zhenglong was ready to roll, but he didn't expect the people in Sunderland to be so "friendly".
Tang Zhenglong passed the ball with one kick and gave it to Cahill. At this moment, Dean kicked Tang Zhenglong's ankle very concealedly.
That's right!
Sunderland's people just wait for the focus of sight to leave before kicking people, which is very thief.
The referee's eyes were already on Cahill, and suddenly he saw Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground.
He also couldn't stop the game, and the referee didn't run over until the attack was over.
Dean also complained first.
"Referee, he dived again."
"Diving?" Tang Zhenglong exploded, "Your sister, did anyone flop after the ball went out?"
"Referee, he kicked me."
"Referee, I didn't."
The referee guessed it was a trivial matter, and signaled Tang Zhenglong to get up, and Dean showed a smirk of "I have succeeded".
(End of this chapter)
"I don't answer any questions, but the FA rule I have to be present for 15 minutes, so fine, I'll sit here."
Then Keane put on the look of an old monk in meditation. The Premier League reporters are already familiar with his dead pig face.
Keane then sat in silence for 15 minutes.
When the time was up, Keane got up and left immediately, and happened to meet Moyes who was about to go on stage in the backcourt.
The two met each other, and Moyes stretched out his hand. Unexpectedly, Keane said, "I don't shake hands with pigs."
Moyes really wanted to punch him, and he could understand why Tang Zhenglong and him couldn't get along.
Saturday afternoon, Goodison Park.
Players from both sides left the locker room one after another, preparing to line up to enter the field. Moyes arranged for several players to "protect" Tang Zhenglong, so as not to cause trouble to Keane.
"Hey, what are you doing around me? I can walk by myself."
"Don, we adore you."
"Worship me? Then kneel down."
puff.
Tang Zhenglong also knew the purpose of his teammates in doing this. At this moment, Keane appeared.
"Yo, you're not lame! It's really an act."
"Roy, I hope you don't cause trouble."
As a former Manchester United man and Keane's teammate, Neville stood up and said a word.
As a result, Keane was immediately annoyed.
"Phil, you used to be from Manchester United, how come you are so lowly as Tang Zhenglong's bodyguard now?"
Keane laughed contemptuously.
No matter how good-tempered Neville was, he was also on fire.
"Roy, if it weren't for your bad temper, maybe you could retire at Manchester United and eventually enter the management team."
"Hehe, do I really want to stay at Manchester United?"
"You think I'd love to work with that old guy?"
The scene is like a powder keg. If it continues to develop, the two sides may fight before the game even starts.
"Roy, my lord is good enough for you."
Keane sneered.
"Roy, this is the last time you coach Sunderland, can you cherish it a little bit."
Tang Zhenglong suddenly said something.
"The last time you coached Sunderland? Tell me clearly." Keane said angrily.
Tang Zhenglong smiled and said, "I'm going to score seven goals for Sunderland. Do you think the management of Sunderland will let you go after the game?"
"what!"
"Seven balls?"
Even Everton's own people were stunned. Sunderland's strength is relatively weak, but they are still a Premier League team anyway.
Keane smiled instead after a brief exasperation.
"Hahaha, okay, if you can score 7 goals for Sunderland, then I will resign immediately after the game."
"Really?"
Keane patted his chest and said, "Everyone can testify."
"it is good."
"By the way, what if you can't do it?"
"what ever!"
Keane thought about it.
"Then you should admit in front of the media that it was injury fraud, match-fixing, and framing me."
Teammates blocking Tang Zhenglong, this is unacceptable, especially for match-fixing, which is tantamount to ruining his career.
Tang Zhenglong pushed aside his teammates.
"no problem!"
"Haha, you are dead, Tang Zhenglong."
Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "I've heard this sentence too many times, but I'm still alive."
Keane strode away.
Teammates blamed Tang Zhenglong for being too reckless.
"Don, do you know what it means to admit match-fixing?"
Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Who says I'm going to admit it, you are all my witnesses, remember when the time comes, you only heard Keane's promise, Tang Zhenglong didn't say anything."
puff!
"Don, are you trying to cheat?"
Tang Zhenglong patted Cahill, "What are you kidding me about! I really didn't say anything, don't you know that I have amnesia?"
puff! !
*****
The Sunderland team is very interesting. They not only invited the former Manchester United's Keane to be the head coach, but also dug out the former Manchester United's black winds-Dwight Yorke and Andy Cole.
It feels like a person who can't afford the latest BMW and ends up buying a 20 year old BMW, YY himself is a millionaire.
Yorke and Kerr were really strong back then, but they were already past their prime.
In addition, Sunderland's midfielders are all very strong players, especially No. 8 Dean Whitehead, who is responsible for defending Tang Zhenglong.
This guy, like Keen, talks a lot of trash, trying to provoke Tang Zhenglong.
"You like cheating, don't you..."
"Then I will satisfy you, and I will make you really hurt, okay?"
Tang Zhenglong glanced at him.
"Your name is Dean?"
"Yes."
"Even your name is so common. This is the first time I heard about you. That bastard Roy is at least famous. You bastard is very low-key."
"Well, I'll call you a snake-wielding bastard. Do you think it's okay?"
Heartbroken.
It's okay to be bad alone, sadly no one cares about you at all.
Dean exploded instantly, his hair standing on end.
Tang Zhenglong smiled inwardly, "The first ticket is up to you, idiot."
Tang Zhenglong prepared to slowly lure this guy to explode during the game, and then he got the ticket, so he did it.
The game was very intense, and Keane's Sunderland's style of play was simpler and rougher, and the midfielder fought hard.
The Everton players didn't get used to it for a while, this is simply the style of play in the British Championship.
The commentator joked: "Sunderland kicked the Premier League out of the taste of the regional league. This style of play is too rough."
The referee showed a yellow card and repeated verbal warnings before suppressing the situation on the field.
The referee runs to Keane.
"Are your guys going to play like this for 90 minutes?"
"Is there anything wrong?" Keene shrugged.
"Then it's very difficult for your team to keep 11 men through the game."
Keane showed an indifferent expression.
"If 9 people can get a victory, what do I need 11 people for?"
The referee was also convinced. This guy was stabbed when he played football. I didn't expect that he was still so arrogant now.
When the ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet, I thought that Sunderland's people would make a move immediately, but I didn't expect it to happen.
Sunderland's people just surrounded Tang Zhenglong.
"Hey, it's strange."
Tang Zhenglong was ready to roll, but he didn't expect the people in Sunderland to be so "friendly".
Tang Zhenglong passed the ball with one kick and gave it to Cahill. At this moment, Dean kicked Tang Zhenglong's ankle very concealedly.
That's right!
Sunderland's people just wait for the focus of sight to leave before kicking people, which is very thief.
The referee's eyes were already on Cahill, and suddenly he saw Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground.
He also couldn't stop the game, and the referee didn't run over until the attack was over.
Dean also complained first.
"Referee, he dived again."
"Diving?" Tang Zhenglong exploded, "Your sister, did anyone flop after the ball went out?"
"Referee, he kicked me."
"Referee, I didn't."
The referee guessed it was a trivial matter, and signaled Tang Zhenglong to get up, and Dean showed a smirk of "I have succeeded".
(End of this chapter)
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