big mouth ball king

Chapter 592 Dangling
"What? Tang Zhenglong said that the only hat he can wear is a hat trick?"

arrogant.

I have never seen such an arrogant person.

Chelsea's players are gnashing their teeth, can hat-tricks be booked in advance now?

"It doesn't matter, he'll just wear a steamed bun."

After a while, Tang Zhenglong ran back to the sidelines.

"Team doctor, bandage me again."

"What? Is it bleeding again?"

"No, I think wearing a steamed bun works well."

Seeing the smile on Tang Zhenglong's face, the team doctor was dumbfounded, "The effect is very good? Can wrapping your head be a tactic?"

"By the way, do you have bandages of other colors? More conspicuous?"

"Yes, I'll get it."

The team doctor brought bandages, Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, shaking his head like a rattle.

"Any color is fine, except green."

"Why? Is there anything wrong with being green?"

Tang Zhenglong couldn't explain clearly for a while, it was a cultural difference.

"Anyway, it's not good. In China, wearing green on the head will bring bad luck."

"That's only white."

"Then white."

*****
"Damn it, that bastard Tang Zhenglong has gotten worse. He went to change to a bigger steamed bun."

"Haha, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, I wanted to laugh."

"What are you laughing at, it's 2 to 3, just one goal away."

Scolari on the sidelines was the most impatient. He knew exactly what Tang Zhenglong wanted to do.

He yelled at the court: "Don't look at his head, ignore his existence."

But it's easy to say, can Tang Zhenglong's presence on the front line be solved by "ignoring" it?
Scolari resented in his heart: "This big bastard can play so much with a bag on his head."

"Louis, I think it's better to call him back earlier." The assistant coach said.

"Impossible, we've fallen out."

Scolari is a person who will not admit defeat easily. He is already old, and his bad temper cannot be changed.

*****
"Free kick from Everton."

Tang Zhenglong ran into the restricted area, shaking his head, as if he was afraid that others would not see him.

"Are you suffering from cervical spondylosis, and your head cannot be moved?" Barak said angrily.

"I carry such a big bag, of course my neck will be sore, why don't you squeeze it for me."

"..."

Barack almost couldn't hold back, and a sturdy German curse burst out.

Arteta took a free kick here, and Tang Zhenglong immediately made a roundabout run.

"Look, the mantou is starting to move."

"Don't worry about the steamed buns." Terry will not be fooled this time, he moved to the back point to mark Saha.

Barak also shouted: "Don't worry about the steamed buns, it's another trap."

"Damn, do you have a little respect? I can accept others calling me nicknames, such as Shuaiguo, Dashuaiguo, Big Dashuaiguo, etc. But Mantou? It's too much."

Tang Zhenglong ran to the middle, Cech looked at the path of the ball, something was wrong, it seemed...

"I was fooled, the ball is looking for steamed buns."

But when the Chelsea people reacted, it was too late, Tang Zhenglong shook his head and attacked the goal.

Terry was shocked! !
"It turns out that the ball was looking for steamed buns."

Tang Zhenglong made a contrarian turn, and Cech had no time to save him, and that's it...

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! !
"Tang Zhenglong, I love you!!"

Moyes rushed to the sidelines and embraced Tang Zhenglong.

3 to 3! !
Scolari's face was even uglier.

"This bastard really evened the score."

"Luis, why don't we take the bus, it would be nice to get a draw in the away game."

"Okay, we are Chelsea, not some cat or dog, if I don't win the championship, I have to get out."

"But……"

"Nothing but."

*****
Chelsea's offense is still very simple. After all, there is a monster like Drogba in front, so a direct pass will be fine.

The ball arrived at Drogba's feet, and Warcraft wanted to use its physical advantage to squeeze into the penalty area, but at this time Everton's defense had become accustomed to Drogba's breakthrough, Yabo got stuck in time and intercepted the ball.

"Didier's tactics are still a bit too simple."

"Chelsea's crushing tactics are indeed sufficient when dealing with some weak teams, but this is Everton, the defending champion of the Premier League."

The implication is that Scolari thinks things are a bit simple.

Drogba was thinking, how about I wrap my head?It might be transferred.

Go ahead and do it, but...

Scolari cursed: "Are you out of your mind? Go and learn from that bastard Tang Zhenglong, I don't agree, I can't afford to lose that face."

Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong appeared out of nowhere.

"Louis, you are wrong. I covered my head because I was hit by your defender. You think I want to cover my head."

"Hmph, you think I don't understand you, your blood has stopped long ago."

Tang Zhenglonghan, I didn't expect this old guy to be quite smart. In fact, he is indeed like this. The blood has stopped bleeding a long time ago.

"Didier, I support you Baotou."

"Really?"

Scolari was furious, "If you dare to cover your head, I will blow your head off first."

Drogba can only give up.

Tang Zhenglong was a bit regretful, he was busy fighting with Terry in this game, and he didn't even play the African Andy Lau meme.

"Tang, do you still remember Wangqingshui?"

"Hahaha."

"If there is a chance, let's go to KTV together."

"Okay."

Tang Zhenglong misses Andy Lau's jokes in Africa a little bit, it's so interesting.

******
3 minutes of stoppage time.

Scolari had no choice but to accept a draw.

"I didn't expect the last game before Christmas to be unsatisfactory, which seriously affected my mood."

"Louis, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance."

"There's no holidays, just a meal with the family in London and then you have to prepare for the Boxing Day game."

"Haha, this is England."

At this time, on the court, Everton has not given up.

"Pass the ball to Tang Zhenglong, that guy has a big bag on his back, so it's easy to find."

A curved ball was sent into the penalty area, but Terry had already learned how to be good. No matter what tricks Tang Zhenglong played, he only defended Tang Zhenglong anyway.

"Don, don't say you are carrying a bag, even if you are carrying a ball, I don't care, I will only mark you alone."

The ball flew over, Terry stared at it, and he jumped high.

"Hahaha, this ball is mine now."

Terry headed the ball over, and then... tragically, he tried too hard and headed towards his own goal.

"Damn it, is it possible that I get a buff bonus after wrapping my head? Is this all right?"

The ball flies into the goal.

GOOOOOOAL!

"Thank you, John, for the beautiful header." Looking at Tang Zhenglong, Terry's intestines were full of regrets. If he had known earlier, he would not have worked so hard.

On the sidelines, Scolari was stunned! ! !
(End of this chapter)