big mouth ball king

Chapter 500 I Came to Work
Robert is a staff member of Everton, he is bald, Tang Zhenglong found him.

"Robert, do you still have a wig?"

"Yes, what are you doing?"

"Let me use it."

Robert froze.

"For the team's victory."

Robert really couldn't think of a relationship between lending Tang Zhenglong's wig and the team's victory?

"Don, what's the relationship between this?"

"You'll understand."

In this case, Robert had no choice but to lend his wig to Tang Zhenglong.

With the wig in place, all you need to do next is find the glue.

Cut off the wig, stuck it on the chin, changed clothes, put on a hat, and Tang Zhenglong left the dressing room.

*****
On the court, Everton was already exhausted, and although Manchester United attacked Everton madly, they still had no chance to score.

Ferguson looked at his watch. Extra time was almost over, so he didn't want to play a penalty shootout with Everton.

"We have to end the fight in regular time."

The penalty shootout is to hand over fate to God. As the dominant side, Ferguson doesn't want to do this.

"Continue to attack, the opponent has only one breath left."

Ronaldo gets the ball in front of the penalty area.

He looked at it, and his teammates didn't run. It seemed that he couldn't run anymore. Ronaldo decided to shoot by himself.

With one foot piercing the cloud and an arrow, thousands of troops will meet each other.

Ronaldo's elevator ball has been practiced to perfection, and he shot into the sky with one kick, and then fell quickly.

Everton was taken aback here, the goal will probably be scored in all likelihood.

Sure enough, there was nothing Howard could do about it, but with a bang, the ball hit the crossbar.

The beam wobbled.

The hearts of Manchester United people are so cool.

Ferguson clutched his head.

"My God, my lore."

With Ronaldo's kick on the goalpost, the game is over. The two sides fought 120-0 in 0 minutes. The game will determine the winner with a penalty shootout.

*****
"Popcorn, popcorn."

A fan turned his head and looked at a bearded man.

"Popcorn? Since when are there street vendors at Old Trafford?"

"Sir, would you like some popcorn?"

"No."

The bearded man continued to move forward.

"Popcorn, popcorn."

When he came to the front row, the bearded man stopped moving.

"Hey, you're blocking my view, damn it."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I sell popcorn. I'm from Egypt. There are 8 younger sisters and 8 younger brothers in my family. They can only live on the money I send back from working in the UK."

"I don't care, if you block me from watching the game, I will be rude to you."

Unexpectedly, the bearded man started to cry.

"Woooooo."

"My younger brothers and sisters, it's my brother who is incompetent and unable to support you, it's my brother's fault, I'm so incompetent, I might as well die."

When the bearded man cried, everyone around him came out to criticize the one just now.

"Do you have sympathy? It's not easy to sell popcorn."

"I just wanted to watch the penalty shootout, but I couldn't afford the tickets."

Someone stood up, "If you don't mind, let's sit together."

"I don't mind, thank you."

"Great!!"

These popcorns were bought by Tang Zhenglong for 50 pounds just now.

"Come on, let me treat you to popcorn."

"How is this possible? You still have to raise younger siblings. Let's buy it from you."

Some of the people around him handed 50, while others handed 20. Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"this is okay too?"

******
The penalty shootout went to the fourth round, and both sides scored 4% in the first three rounds.

In the fourth round, it was Neville who stood up for Everton, and Carrick who stood up for Manchester United.

All midfielders.

Everton kicked first.

Neville used to be a Manchester United player. When he appeared, there was a huge booing in the stadium.

Booooooooo.

Neville was under tremendous pressure, but in the end he failed to overcome the pressure, and Van der Sar guessed it with a push.

"Phil missed the penalty and Everton was in danger."

Ferguson didn't act arrogant this time, he just clenched his fist secretly, waiting for his side to take the penalty.

Carrick stood up.

Carrick kicked to the right, Howard threw it in the wrong direction, thought the ball must have gone in, but...

"Carrick missed the kick."

Ferguson is really stupid, the FA Cup is just, this script is too ups and downs, more exciting than the fucking Champions League.

"It's the last round, and the most exciting time has come."

Standing out for Everton is the Australian Cahill.

Manchester United finale is Wayne Rooney.

Cahill set the ball up and took a run-up shot, giving Van der Sar no time to think as he volleyed down the turf.

At the same time, Howard was looking for Tang Zhenglong in the stands.

"What about people?"

Tang Zhenglong's appearance at this time is that his own mother is here, and he probably won't recognize him, let alone Howard.

"Where did it go?"

Suddenly, something hit Howard.

"Popcorn!"

"Who hit me?"

one more time.

Howard looked, a big beard.

"Tang seems to have said that he will pretend to be a bearded man. Could it be him?"

Although he had put on makeup, that coquettish smile was still that of Tang Zhenglong. After watching it for a while, Howard was sure that this guy was Tang Zhenglong.

Just then, Van der Sar patted him on the shoulder.

"now you."

"Oh!"

*****
Manchester United has been extremely nervous, and Rooney's kick is likely to determine the final result.

"Wayne missed a penalty kick in the game, sir, can you arrange it like this?"

The commentator questioned Ferguson's arrangement, but Ferguson also has his own ideas. Ronaldo must be the first to take the penalty, and Rooney is the finale.

Ferguson also believes that Pang can withstand the pressure.

In fact, Rooney himself is also playing drums in his heart. A penalty shootout is a psychological game, and Howard has already defeated Rooney once.

"I must hit the dead corner, so he can't do anything."

Howard looked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Hey, why didn't Tang give me directions, what's wrong?"

"Could it be playing in the middle?"

Howard decided to trust Tang Zhenglong.

Rooney started a run-up, and at the last second, Rooney changed his mind and he wanted to kick a penalty kick.

Generally, masters will play spoon penalties, such as Pirlo, this kind of penalty is the ultimate psychological test.

"Spoon!! It's a spoon!!"

But embarrassed, Howard didn't move, and reached out to hug the ball.

Rooney was stunned.

Ferguson's heart has sunk to the bottom, Manchester United lost.

There was a silence at Old Trafford.

The fans in the stands were sad for a moment, and then they discovered something—why did the popcorn seller just disappear?
Still in style, Ferguson walked up to Moyes and congratulated his team.

"David, maybe one day you can take my place and become the next Scot in Manchester United's coaching position."

"My lord, thank you for your trust."

"But I still have to say that Tang Zhenglong stole Manchester United's victory."

(End of this chapter)