big mouth ball king

Chapter 583 One slow motion with left foot and right foot
In the player tunnel, Tang Zhenglong held his head high and looked proud, as if there was a line written on his face - "I don't love money."

The Manchester City players were stunned, "What is this guy doing? Can't he walk like this? Don't look at the road."

"Don, what are you doing? Why don't you look at the road when you walk."

"That's how I act like money is dung."

puff! ! !
Manchester City.

After the summer, their lineup underwent a major change. The old captain Kompany stayed, and the defense was basically stable, while there were more substitutions in the midfield. The midfielder was Brazil's Elano, and the striker was Robinho.

Such a configuration is definitely luxurious in the Premier League.

The ultimate goal of Manchester City's rich boss is definitely the Premier League champions and Champions League champions, but that will take a long time.

*****
At the beginning of the game, Mark Hughes was not conservative at all, and Manchester City formed an attacking formation.

Moyes crossed his arms and said with a smile: "Manchester City really consider themselves a strong team."

According to traditional understanding, Manchester City really has nothing to do with strong teams in the Premier League, and they were even relegated a few years ago.

Having money in the Premier League doesn't command everyone's respect.

Elano takes the ball, the Brazilian midfielder is very strong in protecting the ball, basically he will not lose the ball, but Everton's defense also gives him enough pressure, at least he is not allowed to turn around and pass through.

Hughes waved his hands, "Give him support."

"support."

The Manchester City midfielder strengthened his running.

Tang Zhenglong is facing Manchester City defender Micah Richards. This guy has average skills but has a big mouth. He told the media that he is the number one player in the world.

Micah Richards looked at Tang Zhenglong and looked down on Tang Zhenglong very much. Maybe even Big Mouth doesn't like Big Mouth.

"Hey, be careful." Micah Richards showed his arm muscles. This guy's figure looks like a boxer.

But this is a football game, so Tang Zhenglong has nothing to fear.

After a while, the ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet.

Richards came up to him.

Tang Zhenglong made a fake action of pedaling a bicycle.

"Haha, you look like a cripple on your bike."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong accelerated, but did not pass.

"Is it really that weak for me to ride a bicycle?"

Cycling is a relatively special skill, except for the Brazilians, it seems that there are very few players who are particularly good at cycling.

Tang Zhenglong was very upset, the more others said that he was not good enough, the more he had to do it, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Follow me left foot, right foot a slow motion, left foot, right foot, slow motion replay!

Left.

right.

Left.

"Haha, cycling is nothing more than that, but... why do I have such a melody?"

Richards didn't know what Tang Zhenglong was thinking.

Soon the ball came to Tang Zhenglong's feet again.

My left foot, right foot one slow motion, left foot, right foot, slow motion replay.

In Tang Zhenglong's mind, he had already stunned this idiot Richards on the lawn, but...

The commentator was stunned.

"Did Tang Zhenglong step on the ball?"

It turned out that Tang Zhenglong moved too fast and stepped on the ball with his right foot.

Richards looked dumbfounded.

"Did your bicycle overturn?"

Richards was still in a daze, and his teammates shouted: "Pass the ball quickly."

"Oh."

Seeing that Manchester City was about to launch a quick break, Tang Zhenglong, who was still on the ground, was quick to use his wits.

"Da Zhuang, kick the ball out of the sideline, I need treatment."

"I'm about to...can't...!"

"Big strong."

"My name is Micah."

"Mika is strong."

"..."

"Richards, what are you doing in a daze?"

Richards pointed to Tang Zhenglong on the ground, "He seems to be in pain, should we insist on sportsmanship?"

"Should be!!" Tang Zhenglong hurriedly replied.

The teammate was furious, "Don't pay attention to him, he won't die."

Damn it, Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "Is this still a human language?"

"what!!"

Tang Zhenglong pretended to pass out, and Richards was afraid of taking responsibility. What if the tragedy of Vivienne in the 2003 Confederations Cup really happened?

He kicks the ball over the touchline.

The Everton team doctor enters the field immediately.

After "rescue", Tang Zhenglong "woke up".

Elano ran over, "Are you stupid? What a fast break opportunity."

"What if he really died because of this?"

"People are not that fragile, don't be frightened by those tragedies on the football field."

Acting in a full set, Tang Zhenglong found Richards after waking up, "Da Zhuang, thank you, I have a congenital heart disease."

Richards was shocked, "How is it possible? Then how did you pass the medical examination?"

"Spent money to buy off the team doctor."

"..."

"Don't get me wrong, I love football so much, without it my life would be meaningless."

"But it's too dangerous!!"

"Then let me dedicate myself to football."

Richards nodded, as if he had done a great thing.

"Fortunately, I stopped attacking just now."

"Thank you, you are a good man, you saved me."

Richards patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "Come on for you."

"Master, can you lie to him like this? Your heart is as strong as a cow."

"No, I'm actually glass-hearted."

puff.

*****
During drinking time, Moyes threw the water bottle to Tang Zhenglong, "What did you say to Richards? Why is he being more polite to you?"

"I told him……"

After Tang Zhenglong finished speaking, Moyes froze.

"He believed it?"

"Ah."

"There are really idiots."

Tang Zhenglong's eyes widened, "Boss, what are you talking about?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a little surprised."

Over at Manchester City, Mark Hughes called Richards over.

"Why are you being so polite to him? This is the Premier League, it's not that easy to get a yellow card."

Mark Hughes originally thought that Richards was afraid of taking cards, so he was more polite to Tang Zhenglong, but he didn't expect...

"What? He has a heart attack?"

Mark Hughes almost had a heart attack because he believed this kind of bullshit.

"Mika, why are you so innocent, if he has heart disease, how could he pass the medical examination?"

"Boss, according to the report, heart disease cannot be detected, and Vivian's physical examination is fine."

"That is a special case. We cannot lose confidence in life because of a tragedy."

"Let me tell you, Tang Zhenglong doesn't have a heart attack, he has a bad heart."

"Boss, you taught me that life is greater than competition."

Mark Hughes said so, but that's not for people like Tang Zhenglong.

"Well, how on earth do you have to believe me?"

Richards looked at Tang Zhenglong, "Unless Tang Zhenglong tells me."

Mark Hughes also looked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Okay, I'll let him tell you himself."

Mark Hughes found Tang Zhenglong and warned him not to fool his players, otherwise he would tell the media what he had done after the game.

"You said you bribed the team doctor? Do you want me to tell the media?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Correct."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, he was never afraid of being threatened.

(End of this chapter)