big mouth ball king

Chapter 488
The outside world says Everton is Toffee, but compared with Makelele, Everton's defense is really only good.

Tang Zhenglong felt that Makelele was almost stuck to him.

"No, I can't make it through, what should I do?"

Tang Zhenglong had an idea.

"By the way, let's have a heart-to-heart talk with the other party."

"Hi."

……

Makelele put on a stinky face. It was really a stinky face. It was the first time Tang Zhenglong met someone who couldn't chat at all.

"Okay, then I'm really going to make a big move this time."

Entering the system, Tang Zhenglong exchanged 500 points for Marseilles.

"This time I must let my opponent know how powerful I am."

*****
"Tang Zhenglong is very fast, but he can't pass Makelele at all."

Grant was confident.

Tang Zhenglong is of course very strong, but his flaws are also quite obvious.

Seeing that Tang Zhenglong was locked up, Moyes was in a hurry. Tang Zhenglong was the most important scoring point. Without Tang Zhenglong, Everton's goals fell by more than 80%.

When the ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet, he immediately turned around to protect the ball.

At this moment, a sudden voice came from behind - "Why are you so nervous?"

Tang Zhenglong glanced at it.

"Damn it, so you are alive."

Makelele rolled his eyes.

"How about you teach me how to get past you?"

"..."

Makelele turned on the crash mode again.

Not far away, Yakubu fell into depression, and Chelsea's defense was all concentrated on Tang Zhenglong's side, completely ignoring his own existence.

"Hey!! Our Everton is a double striker."

"Double forwards!!"

Yakubu waved his hands.

"Guys, pass me the ball, this way, I'm here."

Neville saw that Yakubu was asking for the ball. Since Tang Zhenglong was locked up, maybe Yakubu had an opportunity.

Pushing the ball with a low kick, Yakubu's defense really looked like paper.

Nigerians are super excited.

"Haha, I'm going to score a goal."

Facing Cech, Yakub flicked his ankle and chose to shoot.

Then he was imagining how to celebrate later, but...

Cech didn't even take off, and with a light stretch of his hands, he took the ball off.

"..."

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny.

In fantasy, Yakubu felt that his lob shot was as coquettish as Totti, but in reality, Cech's difficulty in holding the ball was equivalent to catching the ball in training.

"Master, am I not suitable to play as a striker?"

Tang Zhenglong patted the frustrated Yakubu.

"Failure is the mother of success."

"But I have failed for a long time, and I have not seen a child born."

"This one……"

Tang Zhenglong couldn't keep going.

"It's okay, you will definitely score next time."

"No, the opponent has found that I am a threat, and they will focus on marking me."

Tang Zhenglong sweated, thinking: "I'm afraid you are thinking too much."

Soon, Yakub discovered to his astonishment that his opponent was still ignoring him.

"What!! I have already formed a shot, or are you ignoring me?"

Yakubu was full of anger, this was Chi Guoguo's humiliation.

Soon, Everton attacked into the penalty area, this time the ball reached Cahill's feet, and the Australian broke through to the baseline at high speed.

Tang Zhenglong quickly stepped forward.

Makelele followed like a shadow, and when the ball came, Makelele put a shovel and fell down at the same time as Tang Zhenglong.

This is a pair of tactics, one for another, and no foul.

Just when everyone's attention was on Tang Zhenglong, the ball missed and came to the back point.

As soon as the camera turned, Yakubu was facing a half-empty goal at the back point.

"Hahaha, master is right, my chance to score has come."

Yakub pushed with the arch of his foot.

At this moment, there was really a hole in this pitiful stadium. The ball bounced in front of Yakubu, and just like that, Yakubu kicked the bottom of the ball.

then……

He is tragic.

"My God, the empty door is not allowed."

The Chelsea defender came over and patted Yakubu, "Thank you for making the clearance. From such a short distance, if I make the clearance myself, it is very likely that I will score an own goal."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong ran over and patted Carvalho, "Be kind, how can you do this!"

Yakubu stood up.

"Master, I think what he said is right."

Tang Zhenglong comforted: "I have seen it all, there is a pit here."

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to get in."

Carvalho said with a smile: "If it was Tang Zhenglong, then I would never give him such a chance to shoot."

"enough!!"

Tang Zhenglong patted Yakubu, this guy is quite pitiful.

"Don't be sad, I will give you special training when you go back, and you will become the second striker in the Premier League after me, Tang Zhenglong."

Carvalho on the side was stunned, Tang Zhenglong's ability to fool is good, is he still a master?

After Yakubu's two "god-level" performances, his teammates were embarrassed to give him the ball, and Tang Zhenglong once again became the hub of receiving the ball in the frontcourt.

The ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet, and Makelele appeared again.

"Okay, let's watch my Masai turn this time."

Tang Zhenglong waded the ball out a little bit, and then stepped on the ball to turn around.

"Marseille delivered the ball again?"

But soon Makelele realized that this time was different. The ball seemed to be stuck to Tang Zhenglong's instep and turned along with it.

"pretty!!"

"Tang Zhenglong passed Makelele with a Marseille turn."

Grant was dumbfounded. Makelele looked like an idiot just now, and Tang Zhenglong played tricks on him with Marseilles.

After passing by and entering the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong didn't hesitate for a second and immediately took a shot.

This time the ball bombarded the goal like a rocket launcher. Even if Cech was like an octopus, he couldn't save the ball with three heads and six arms.

The ball was like a dragon crossing the river, flying into the goal with a bang.

Goodison Park is packed.

GOOOOOAL! ! !

After Yakubu missed an empty goal, Tang Zhenglong made such a burst shot, which felt very cool.

Everton is having a blast.

Ballack leaned over, "That guy really knows how to turn around in Marseilles. I said he must have faked it last time. He made a turn around in Marseilles into a Marseilles delivery."

Makelele has no unnecessary nonsense. If he is wrong, he is wrong. He was played by Tang Zhenglong, so there is nothing to say.

1:1.

If such a score is maintained until the end, then Chelsea will still be out, and the pressure will return to Grant again.

All precautions were taken, but Tang Zhenglong was still not guarded against.

Damn! !

But Grant doesn't want to show timidity in front of Moyes. He is still very calm on the surface. After all, only one ball is needed, and the right to advance will belong to Chelsea again.

This time I can't be slapped in the face by Tang Zhenglong again!Grant clenched his fists.

(End of this chapter)