big mouth ball king

Chapter 549 Hat-trick in 5 minutes
"Can you not go? The game has only been going on for half an hour."

The staff at the Velodrome Stadium are trying to retain fans as much as possible.

"Don't go, free donuts at halftime."

"No need, I won't stay and watch this kind of rubbish."

what happened?
A big 3-0 was displayed on the big screen.

The time returned to half an hour ago.

From 0 minutes to 10 minutes, the home fans were singing Marseillaise.

From 10 minutes to 20 minutes, the first yellow card appeared.

Then everything suddenly got out of control.

The magical 5 minutes appeared. In just 22 minutes from 27 to 5 minutes, Tang Zhenglong scored three goals in a row and staged a miraculous hat-trick.

The first goal was the turning point.

Marseille made a pass back from midfield, and left back Taiwo suddenly slid in, giving Tang Zhenglong a chance. After stealing the ball, he broke into the penalty area directly, facing Mandanda, and decisively pushed the far corner.

GOOOO AL.

It was just a conceded goal, but after 1 minute, the Marseille midfielder made a mistake again, and his strength was weak when he returned the pass. This time it was Saha who intercepted the ball.

2:0.

Conceding 1 goals in 2 minute, Marseille was a little bit of a collapse trend. After another 2 minutes, Everton took a corner kick this time. Tang Zhenglong nodded and scored the goal, and the ball flew into the goal again.

In 5 minutes, GOOOOOAL appeared 3 times on the scene! !
Marseille was defeated from the players to the fans, that's why the fans left the field collectively.

Marseille coach Eric Gretz lost his temper in the face of such humiliation.

"It's all a conspiracy. If Ben Arfa was still there, nothing like this would have happened. It's a disgrace. There should be a rematch."

Moyes is also on fire.

"Your team relies on only one person?"

"Aren't you the same? Don't go to Tang Zhenglong if you have the ability."

Moyes chuckled, "Childish."

The departure of the core midfielder certainly has an impact on the team, but it is a bit far-fetched to attribute all the responsibility for the loss to this.

At the end of the first half, the two sides had a little conflict in the player tunnel.

In the locker room, Moyes made a decision - Tang Zhenglong rested in the second half.

"Boss, why?"

"The mentality of the other party is out of balance, and I'm a little worried that they will treat you roughly."

"I'm not afraid."

"It's such a happy decision."

"Happy? What's so fun about this?" Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

But after 45 minutes, Moyes will definitely regret it, because Tang Zhenglong is more active off the court than on the court.

*****
"Lee Carsley, run, you slob."

"And you, Cahill, what are you doing in a daze."

At this moment, the fourth official came over and patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder.

"Don, you are not the head coach."

"..."

"I just remind my teammates."

Back on the bench, the teammates laughed and said, "You should be scolded."

"You don't understand. After I retire, I plan to change careers and become a head coach. I want to lead the team to win the Champions League and then return to my country to coach."

Hahaha.

"Don, that's a funny joke."

Tang Zhenglong is not happy. Isn't it the most normal thing for a player to become a head coach after retiring?

He came to Moyes, "Boss, can you step aside and let me coach?"

Moyes rolled his eyes, "Do you believe I beat you up in front of tens of thousands of people?"

"..."

Tang Zhenglong can only return to the bench again, but for a person who is used to starting and playing a full 90 minutes, the feeling of sitting on the bench is very uncomfortable.

After a while, Tang Zhenglong got up again.

"Everton doesn't allow me to coach, so I can coach the opponent."

Tang Zhenglong's mind was wide open.

"Attack, from the side, yes, I'm talking about you, Little Black Number One, and you, Little Black Number Two."

After a while, Kone and Niang seemed to realize that Tang Zhenglong was directing them.

"Are you talking to us?"

"That's right, there is a problem with your running position, let me tell you how to run."

Tang Zhenglong talked a lot, before Kone and Niang realized, "Why should we listen to you?"

"I know you don't believe me, but please try the effect."

Kone and Niang took the mentality of giving it a try, and the offense was much smoother. This is basically nonsense. Of course Tang Zhenglong knows where the team's shortcomings are.

After a while, both Moyes and the Marseille coach realized something was wrong.

"It was like the guy was coaching my players."

"The bastard looks like he's selling out Everton."

Tang Zhenglong was frothing while talking, when suddenly his left ear and right ear were grabbed at the same time.

"Don, did you tell the opponent about Everton's intelligence?"

"You bastard, you are actually coaching my players."

"Hey, you two let go first, okay?"

Moyes said, "You go first."

"I do not."

"You first."

"Hey, this is my ear."

"You first."

"You first."

Tang Zhenglong was crying to death.

"Well, I'll count one, two, three, and let's play together."

"To shut up!!"

"Woooooo."

Finally, the fourth official came over, and the two sides let go.

Moyes dragged Tang Zhenglong back, "Do you have ADHD, can you sit on the bench honestly?"

"Boss, I can't sit still, why don't you let me be a teaching assistant."

"..."

"Okay, you stand by my side and promise not to cause trouble."

"Okay, boss."

Tang Zhenglong hooked his fingers at Lee Carsley.

"Li, come here."

"Don't make trouble."

"How do you talk to the head coach?"

Lee Kasli Khan.

But it seemed that Moyes had acquiesced in the existence of Tang Zhenglong, so Lee Carsley could only run over.

"Boss, why are you messing around with Tang Zhenglong?"

Tang Zhenglong knocked on his forehead.

"pain!!"

"Play seriously, or I will replace Fellaini."

Li rubbed his forehead, "I am serious about the game, and you are the one making trouble."

Tang Zhenglong folded his arms around his chest, putting on an inscrutable look.

"Okay, you can go back."

"..."

"Boss, let me change someone once, okay?"

"not good."

In the 80th minute of the second half, Marseille scored a goal from Kone to get back a point and the score became 1 to 3.

1 to 3 is also the final score. The Marseille coach left without shaking hands with Moyes. There was a huge boo at the Velodrome Stadium, which was given to the home team.

The Marseille players also felt that they were wronged. In fact, it was the magical 5-minute trouble, but this is also the biggest charm of football games, that is, the huge chance.

Sometimes a mistake in a return pass, or a shot by the goalkeeper, can determine the direction of the game.

Everton scored the first 3 points in the Champions League.

(End of this chapter)