big mouth ball king

Chapter 458
"Oh my god, does Tang Zhenglong have a grudge against Sunderland? He scored 2 more goals, and now he has scored 5 goals in a single game."

The narration is already confused.

Goodison Park is cheering.

Tang Zhenglong ran to the sidelines and raised five fingers to the stands.

Keane knew that Tang Zhenglong was showing it to him, and his heart was furious.

"Is it possible that this guy can really get into 7?"

"In that case I have to resign."

Keane couldn't let this happen, so he wrote a note and smuggled it to Sunderland's coaching staff.

The assistant coach spread out the note and read, "Do whatever it takes to prevent Tang Zhenglong from scoring again."

"System, why do I feel like I'm cheating?"

"Master, it's not, but after your physical attributes have been upgraded, your abilities have also improved. In other words, you have become stronger."

"Plus Sunderland's defense is one of the worst in the Premier League."

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

After receiving a pass from his teammate, Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball forward, and suddenly a player shoveled over from the side.

Tang Zhenglong was cut down like a big tree.

"It hurts."

Dixon stood up, and the referee immediately gave him a yellow card and gave him a stern warning.

Facing the yellow card, Dixon was also unmoved, because this was the order of the head coach - to keep a close eye on Tang Zhenglong and not allow him to score any more goals.

Moyes saw that the other party didn't even want to face him, and he wanted to abolish Tang Zhenglong, so he called the Dutchman Van der Meyde over.

"Get ready, come off the bench."

"Yes."

Tang Zhenglong saw that a substitution was about to be made, so he was in a hurry.

"Boss, I won't end."

"You have already scored 5 goals, why don't you leave the field, is it possible to wait for the opponent to kick you?"

"Boss is like this."

Tang Zhenglong told about the bet with Keane.

Moyes was sweating to death.

"Whether Roy resigns or not has anything to do with you?"

"Of course, boss, don't you think it's funny that he resigned?"

……

"I'm the head coach, and when I say a substitution, I substitute."

"Can you give me another 10 minutes and I will score two more goals."

Moyes didn't believe it. For someone like Tang Zhenglong, he would have a new excuse after 10 minutes, and in the end he just didn't end.

But Moyes was afraid that Tang Zhenglong would really rely on the court. Tang Zhenglong seemed to have done such a thing before and refused to leave.

"Okay, but promise me to protect yourself."

"Definitely."

"By the way, your rolling stunt can be used more."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death, "Is this a compliment or a belittling me?"

In the stands, Keane was quite satisfied with the team's defense. At least Tang Zhenglong didn't let Tang Zhenglong score again, so he saved his face. Let's talk about the rest.

"The ball is passed to Tang Zhenglong."

"Tang be careful."

The Sunderland players' defense against Tang Zhenglong was very rough. As long as the ball was passed, several players would come forward.

Just when the Sunderlanders were about to repeat the same trick, Tang Zhenglong suddenly chose to miss the ball instead of touching the ball.

This shook Sunderland's defense completely, and the ball leaked past Cahill's feet.

"Haha, it's so clever. Tang Zhenglong attracted the attention of the defense, but he didn't catch the ball."

The Australian broke through easily and scored another goal against the goalkeeper.

"The score came to 7-0."

The shot shows Keane in the stands.

He faces a difficult choice. If he continues to stare at Tang Zhenglong, then the rest of Everton's attackers can get more opportunities.

Before Keane could change his tactics, the players on the field began to move, and it was still Dixon who was marking Tang Zhenglong alone.

"Damn it, I dared to change tactics without giving you an order!!"

Keane was fuming, but when a team was down seven on the pitch, the authority of the manager was gone.

After a few minutes, the ball came to Tang Zhenglong's feet.

Dixon thought that Tang Zhenglong was going to use his speed to break through again, but suddenly Tang Zhenglong paused. This pause made Dixon think that Tang Zhenglong was going to pass the ball. Just when Dixon also paused, Tang Zhenglong suddenly accelerated.

"Beautiful, Tang Zhenglong passed Dixon with the change of dribbling rhythm."

Everton fired three arrows at once.

Anichebe, Tang Zhenglong, and Cahill are all running in splits, and Sunderland's defense is already showing signs of collapse.

Tang Zhenglong didn't pass the ball, and directly dribbled the ball into the penalty area. Sunderland's defense was useless. This intensity was similar to that in Cologne.

Glancing at the goalkeeper, Tang Zhenglong pushed decisively to the far corner of the goal.

GOOOOOOAL.

"Tang Zhenglong scored the sixth goal of the game."

"The aggregate score also became 8-0 and Sunderland collapsed."

Keane's face was livid, and at this moment, a mineral water bottle fell on his head, which was done by the Sunderland fans not far away.

"Go away, Roy."

"Resign voluntarily. You don't want to get a penny of liquidated damages from Sunderland."

The head coach can get liquidated damages if he is fired, but if he resigns voluntarily, he will leave the house.

"You bastards, is it my fault that the team is not good?"

"Go away, Roy."

On the court, Tang Zhenglong became the most active person, because he was one goal away from the goal, but the outside world didn't know.

"Tang is still running actively, but he has scored six. I just want to know what kind of hatred Tang Zhenglong and Sunderland have."

The Everton players were also puzzled, why did Tang Zhenglong suddenly work so hard?

Jagielka and Neville were talking together.

"Tang Zhenglong played so hard."

"effort?"

Neville didn't expect that one day Tang Zhenglong could be associated with hard work?
"Haha, I think it's a bit ironic to associate Tang Zhenglong with hard work."

"Hahaha."

By this time, the Sunderland players had completely defended with their eyes.

Several defenders look at me and I look at you, and they all expect their teammates to defend, while they stand and rest for a while.

This paper defensive line, Tang Zhenglong easily broke through again, and the goalkeeper Craig Gordon was about to cry.

"Don, don't we have any grudges?" Gordon thought.

Tang Zhenglong glanced at the far corner of the goal.

"Haha, I see, you want to shoot the far corner again."

Craig Gordon thought he had seen through Tang Zhenglong's tricks, but he didn't expect that this time Tang Zhenglong made a quick buckle and completely shook Craig Gordon away.

Then push the ball into the empty goal easily.

GOOOOOAL!

"Seven, Tang Zhenglong entered seven."

In the stands, Keane covered his face, it was over, his coaching in Sunderland was over.

Keane stood up, still arrogant.

"Sunderland bastards, I'm honored to tell you that I quit."

After speaking, Keane walked away, leaving a stunned Sunderland fans standing there.

After a while, someone woke up.

"Why didn't we beat him just now, but just let him go?"

At this moment, the game also ended.

(End of this chapter)