big mouth ball king

Chapter 465
"His shot in front of the box reminds me of someone - David."

This is what Ferguson said to his defensive players before the game, and the "he" in his mouth is Tang Zhenglong.

Ferguson said that Beckham scored seven or eight free kicks in 10 free kicks in training, an astonishing accuracy that only Tang Zhenglong can achieve.

So Ferguson gave a death order and never gave Tang Zhenglong a chance to shoot in front of the penalty area.

Tang Zhenglong has "ball path correction", but he has no chance to shoot at all.

It's like shooting a three-pointer on a basketball court. Even if the accuracy rate is 100%, it feels the same to block a shot before making a shot.

"Tang Zhenglong turned around, he wanted to shoot."

"But Carrick was like nougat, and Brown came up."

"No chance."

Tang Zhenglong still had no chance to shoot, but a smile appeared on the corner of Ferguson's mouth.

"Nice job, boys!"

At this moment Alan walked towards Moyes.

"David, maybe we should learn from our opponents."

"What do you mean?"

"Learn how we dealt with Ronaldo in the first round."

"What do you want to say?"

"We also need to match Tang Zhenglong with Rooney."

"..."

"But where can I find Rooney?"

Alan looked at the Dutchman Van der Meyde.

"I think he can."

"You mean to replace Anichebe?"

Alan nodded.

"Andy usually has a good relationship with Tang Zhenglong. I often see them training together. Perhaps the tacit understanding between them can be much better."

Moyes is dubious.

But Anichebe is really not good. He has been on the bench for a long time and his self-confidence is gone. Van der Meyde is different. At least he was the Dutch wing and the pride of Ajax back then.

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"Everton is going to make a substitution? It's only 25 minutes into the first half. Is David a little impatient?"

"Van der Meyde came on, replacing the starting striker."

After Van der Meyde ran on the field, he whispered a few words to Tang Zhenglong, and Ferguson was not idle.

The substitution was made in the first half, so this must be a tactical substitution. It seems that Moyes made a move.

The ball went to Arteta's feet.

The Spaniard handed the ball to Tang Zhenglong, but Manchester United still rushed forward with several defensive players.

Tang Zhenglong quickly split the ball.

Van der Meyde took the ball and he used his speed to run forward quickly.

The Dutch wing was like a sharp knife cutting through Manchester United's left flank, then van der Meyde looked, and when he looked towards the center, Ferguson was also looking at the center of his own penalty area.

"No one grabs some?"

The strange thing is that Everton's wing has formed a breakthrough, but no one is grabbing the center, what the hell is this?

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong plugged in at high speed.

Carrick and Brown are following, but without the ball, they can't do anything to Tang Zhenglong.

Ferguson understood that Van der Meyde didn't want to cross, but to pass the ball to Tang Zhenglong.

Sure enough, during the high-speed running, the ball was passed.

As soon as Tang Zhenglong received the ball, he slammed on the brakes. At this time, Carrick and Brown behind him were dumbfounded. This was about to rear-end.

Sure enough, the two bumped into Tang Zhenglong one after another.

Ferguson was dumbfounded.

This is in the restricted area...

The referee pointed to the penalty spot without hesitation.

Moyes and Allan high-five each other.

Ferguson looked at his opponent, "This is too thief."

Tang Zhenglong stood up and patted Carrick, "Thank you for following so closely."

Carrick was about to vomit blood.

penalty!

"This ball should be played by Tang Zhenglong."

But unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball and handed it to Van der Meyde.

"Don, what are you doing?"

"Andy, I understand you. In fact, your level has always been there. It's just that Inter Milan has worn away your confidence. I hope you can regain your confidence."

Hearing this, Van der Meyde felt the blood surging in his chest. A Dutchman who made his debut in Ajax's youth training must be proud in his heart, but the failure at Inter Milan made Van der Meyde lost.

Van der Meyde patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, and then took the ball over. What he was going to face was Van der Sar, his former Ajax teammate.

Moyes and Alan smiled at each other.

"These two guys are really good friends. Tang Zhenglong gave up all the penalties."

"Actually, apart from being unreliable occasionally, Tang is pretty good in other aspects."

"Haha."

Van der Meyde put the ball on the penalty spot and looked at Van der Sar.

The referee blows his whistle.

Van der Meyde started the run-up.

Kick off.

Van der Meyde's kick seemed to sweep away the depression in Inter Milan in the past few years. With a burst shot, the ball hit the middle, and Van der Sar threw it in the wrong direction.

GOOOOOOAL! !
"Everton equalized."

Van der Meyde rushed to Tang Zhenglong, the two embraced tightly, and then more teammates rushed over, and everyone hugged together.

Ferguson's face was livid.

Unexpectedly, the score was equalized so soon, and it was a trick by Moyes, which made Ferguson, who has always been proud, very upset.

But what made Ferguson even more unhappy was that soon, the same tactic came again. Van der Meyde still pulled the sidelines, and then did not go down. After getting the ball, he waited for Tang Zhenglong to run forward.

"I rely on..."

"Is Tang Zhenglong addicted to playing tailgating?"

Carrick and Brown are suffering, what should they do?The speed is obviously faster than Tang Zhenglong, if you don't chase, you can't do it. If you chase... What if Tang Zhenglong still brakes suddenly?

At this moment, Ferdinand stood up, and he shouted at his teammates, "I'll come."

Carrick and Brown immediately slowed down their pursuit, and it became a one-on-one contest between Tang Zhenglong and Ferdinand.

Ferguson became nervous, Tang Zhenglong is very tricky, can Ferdinand do it?
After Tang Zhenglong received the ball, he slammed on the brakes and prepared to take a penalty kick, but Ferdinand was worthy of being the number one central defender in the Premier League. He saw the timing and did not give Tang Zhenglong a chance to continue dribbling the ball, so he stretched out his foot to poke the ball away.

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Hey, this product is different from those two!"

Ferdinand seemed to have guessed what Tang Zhenglong was thinking, and smiled slightly, "Don't take me for Brown."

sweat!
"I was seen through by you!"

Ferguson called Queiroz over.

"Do you feel that Tang Zhenglong is running faster?"

"Seems to be."

"but……"

Queiroz thinks this is unscientific.

"It's impossible for a player to have a significant improvement in speed after a few months?"

Ferguson nodded, his eyes were very vicious.

"I think Tang Zhenglong has not only improved his speed, but more importantly, he has become more mature in playing football."

"It seems that I am not so lazy."

"Ha ha."

"Compared to the last fight, I want Tang Zhenglong more now."

"But can Chelsea let people go?"

Ferguson said with a smile: "As long as there is enough money, I don't think it will be a problem."

(End of this chapter)