big mouth ball king

Chapter 455 Is this still possible?

After Dean was sent off, Keane sent No. 4 Dixon Etuwu to defend Tang Zhenglong.

Dixon Etuwu, from Nigeria, is a tough defender.

"I heard that you are from Nigeria, do you know? Yakubu is my apprentice." Tang Zhenglong said with a smile.

Dixon looked at Tang Zhenglong with the expression of a wooden man.

Soon, Tang Zhenglong discovered that this guy didn't talk much, but his defensive skills were really good, and he did a good job of blocking and intercepting.

Keane frequently gave Dixon thumbs up.

"That's how it should be, don't give that Chinese clown a chance."

Arteta sent a through ball, Tang Zhenglong ran forward, and Dixon crossed his body like a wall.

"what!"

"Foul."

Dixon was amused.

"Hey, but you hit me."

"Have you ever driven a car? It was you who rear-ended."

Tang Zhenglong looked at the referee with aggrieved eyes, and found that he didn't care, so he could only stand up.

"No, you have to bypass this big black."

Soon, Everton won another free kick in the frontcourt.

"Why doesn't Tang Zhenglong take a free kick?" the commentator wondered.

Tang Zhenglong also thought about it, but the ball path correction can only be used once per game.

Arteta runs off to kick off.

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong ran over and whispered something in his ear.

"What does Tang Zhenglong want to do? Is there some conspiracy?" The commentator teased.

The Sunderland players also became nervous, how deceitful is Tang Zhenglong?They knew it, so Dixon defended Tang Zhenglong like a dog's plaster.

"No matter what tricks you play, I'm right to stick to you." Dixon thought.

Tang Zhenglong ran from the middle to the side, and then directly pressed to the bottom line. Dixon was completely dumbfounded.

"If you stand on the bottom line, doesn't that mean that you have crippled yourself?"

At this moment, Keane roared wildly on the sidelines.

"Forget about that clown, he's a front."

Keane thought he had seen through everything. Tang Zhenglong's purpose was to attract Sunderland's defensive attention. He was just a cover.

Dixon thought the same, so he ran back to the center to defend Cahill.

Tang Zhenglong chuckled.

"Stupid."

Shots from the right side of the penalty area must go in, and the bottom line is also part of the penalty area. I can also shoot here.

Arteta aimed at Tang Zhenglong and sent a kick to the bottom line.

Keane was stunned for a moment, the ball was still for Tang Zhenglong?

"Tang Zhenglong is standing on the bottom line, and the ball is sent over. Could it be that he is going to pass again?"

"It doesn't seem to make any sense."

Just when Keen couldn't figure it out, Tang Zhenglong kicked up.

"Zero angle shot!"

The first thought of the Sunderland players was that Tang Zhenglong must be joking.

Goalkeeper Craig Gordon made no saves.

Because from a physical point of view, it is impossible to score this ball, and the so-called zero-angle shot is actually an exaggeration.

For example, Basten's zero-angle shot in the European Cup final only looked like a zero-angle shot, but in fact it still had a shot angle of more than ten degrees.

"It's impossible to score," thought Craig Gordon.

Suddenly... His vision went dark.

"What's the matter? Who turned off the light?"

Opening his eyes again, Craig Gordon saw that the ball was already in the goal.

The ball hit the goalkeeper's face and bounced into the goal. If there is no goalkeeper in front of the goal, then the goal will definitely not go in.

GOOOOOOAL! !
"A magical zero-angle goal."

"Don once again staged a world wave."

Teammates rushed up to celebrate with Tang Zhenglong, but Tang Zhenglong made a STOP gesture, and he ran towards Craig Gordon.

"Thank you for your face, otherwise this goal would not have been scored, and 99% of the credit for this goal lies with you."

Craig Gordon is on fire.

"you do this delibrately?"

"Of course."

Craig Gordon grabbed Tang Zhenglong's jersey, "You bastard, you're addicted to slapping your face, aren't you? It was Dean first, and now you dare to mess with me!"

"What are you doing!!"

Teammates rushed up.

"Move your stinky hands away, Tang Zhenglong is our treasure, don't touch him."

The referee also ran over. The players of the two teams are all violent, so don't fight.

The game continues.

Tang Zhenglong ran up to Keane and stretched out two fingers to remind him that he had already scored two goals.

Keane secretly extended his middle finger in response to Tang Zhenglong.

"Dixon."

Dixon ran to his head coach.

"I want you to stick close to that guy, even if he's on the baseline, standing on the sideline, or he's just laying on the lawn, you don't take a step away from him."

"Ok."

For a player as deceitful as Tang Zhenglong, Keane had no choice but to defend without dead ends.

Dixon stared at Tang Zhenglong intently.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"..."

Looking at it, Dixon was shocked, he saw Tang Zhenglong yawned.

Can a striker yawn during a game?How leisurely is this?Why don't you stretch yourself.

Just as Dixon thought about it, he didn't expect Tang Zhenglong to really stretch himself.

Dixon's three views have been shattered. He is from Nigeria. He was a bitter child since he was a child. In order to succeed, he trains very hard every day.

His philosophy of life is one pay, one return.

But why does this golden rule seem to be invalid for Tang Zhenglong?

Tang Zhenglong started running.

Dixon followed immediately.

I saw Tang Zhenglong running towards the side of the court.

"This must be a tactic. He is going to cheat again. I know that he is not trying hard, but working very hard. He pretended everything."

Tang Zhenglong came to the sidelines, and Dixon followed. At this time, a more shocking scene appeared in front of Dixon.

Tang Zhenglong asked the team staff for a cup of coffee.

"I'm almost falling asleep. This game is too boring. The opponent has no counterattack ability at all. Cole and York are really old."

"No."

"This coffee is really good."

After drinking the coffee, Tang Zhenglong ran back to the court.

Keene called Dixon over.

"Have you discovered Tang Zhenglong's new trick?"

Dixon hesitated for a moment, thinking whether to say it or not!
"What are you thinking? Did you find something?"

Dixon hesitated again and again, but still said, "Boss, I don't think Tang Zhenglong has any tricks. He may be the son of God, and playing football depends on luck."

……

Keane was dumbfounded.

"Playing football is all about luck?"

"He's surprisingly lazy, he even yawned just now."

"yawn?"

"Boss, I don't want to mark him anymore, it's a waste of my time."

"Boss, I think for Tang Zhenglong, zone defense is more effective."

Keane nodded.

After Dixon left, Keane still had that image in his head.

"A striker yawning?"

(End of this chapter)