big mouth ball king

Chapter 609 24K Pure Handsome
Mission: Celebrate with a nice slide.

Reward: Defense +10.

Penalty: Speed ​​-5.

Only 10 minutes after the start of the game, the wonderful task came again.

"System, what is beautiful gliding?"

"Please read the rules."

Tang Zhenglong took a look.

The system referee will score according to the action.

"Damn, five virtual referees, remove the highest score, remove the lowest score, and then take the average."

"Isn't this the diving rule? System, do you think I haven't watched the Olympic diving competition? This is the rule you copied from others."

The system sweats to death.

"Hehe, what can't be copied, it's so ugly, it's called borrowing."

"..."

I'm convinced of this shamelessness! ! ! !

But to celebrate, you have to score first.

"Okay, let's go first."

Godin looked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Big man, how have you been these few weeks?"

Godin gave Tang Zhenglong a hard look, "Our boss has said that we must never chat with you, otherwise we will be transferred to the second team."

"Why?"

"Because those words at the press conference hurt the boss' self-esteem."

"Damn, his self-esteem is so fragile."

Godin stopped talking, and Tang Zhenglong was also helpless.

Ding sound.

10 seconds warning.

This Tang Zhenglong is already very familiar with, that is to say, there will be a situation of conceding the ball?
*****
"Huang Qian's free kick."

Explaining this is meaningful, but there was a so-called "intelligence gate" incident before the game.

Moyes glanced over at Pellegrini.

It stands to reason that as long as the opponent is not stupid, he must have changed his tactics.

Pellegrini also saw Moyes' eyes, his eyebrows raised slightly, which seemed to be slightly provocative.

Then the two looked at each other and smiled.

Pires looked at Rossi, who was on the front line, and then at Llorente, who was on the back line.

A curve ball went in.

Before or after?Howard was still guessing, but suddenly, he found that the ball was flying towards the goal.

"Oh my God."

Pires' ghost foot was really unexpected, and it was too late when Howard found out.

At this moment, a person appeared in front of the door—Tang Zhenglong.

"He flew the top of the ball out."

Pellegrini couldn't help but swear.

"And he said he didn't read my information, so he can only appear in front of the door? This clearly means that he knew our tactics in advance."

Moyes has a feeling that I'm going to fuck him. The opponent has obviously modified his tactics. This old Chilean man is still pretending to be X, and he deliberately pretended to be X at the fourth official. It is really bad.

Moyes walked over, "Aren't you pretending that you haven't changed your tactics?"

Pellegrini shrugged. "I really haven't."

"Hehe, you still say that Tang Zhenglong is shameless, but I think you are really shameless."

Pellegrini sneered: "Then how do you explain that your player appeared in front of the goal exactly, as if he had predicted everything in advance."

Moyes was taken aback, this is indeed a very strange thing, and it is not the first time that Tang Zhenglong has done this.

"Look, there's nothing to say."

"Is my player's anticipation ability strong?"

*****
"The pace of the game was a bit slow, 2-2 gave Everton an away goal advantage."

Moyes also thought so, and on Pellegrini's side, Huang Qian did not have the ability to attack opponents by force, so it is not surprising that both sides maintain a tacit understanding.

At this moment, Huang Qian's midfielder Senna made a mistake in returning the pass. The pass was a little too big and was intercepted by Saha.

Saha immediately passed the ball to Tang Zhenglong.

Pellegrini was distraught.

"How can there be such a mistake in the backcourt?"

After Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball, he ran forward all the way. The biggest obstacle in front of him was Godin. The Uruguayan's defensive ability is still very good.

"If there is a strong sudden attack, it is likely that both sides will suffer."

"I want to score."

After thinking about it, Tang Zhenglong was going to take a long shot from outside the penalty area, and then started to correct the ball path.

"The ball was hit a little high."

"Wait a minute, the ball deflected irregularly."

Goalkeeper Lopez pounced, but the path of the ball was too weird and flew straight into the goal.

GOOOOOOOOAL! !
"Tang Zhenglong scored again, this guy is like a goal machine."

Tang Zhenglong ran and ran.

"Slippery kneeling? Not very good at it."

Tang Zhenglong seldom kneels to celebrate, because he has no personality, because everyone thinks of beautiful kneelings as Drogba and Henry, and kneeling to celebrate seems to have nothing to do with Tang Zhenglong's name.

almost.

Bend your knees.

forward.

Lean back.

Tang Zhenglong had already fantasized in his mind that he would kneel and celebrate as beautifully as Drogba, like a glider gliding close to the ground.

Handsome!
24K pure handsome! !
Just when Tang Zhenglong was thinking about sex, his knee suddenly seemed to be stuck by something, and then...

What Tang Zhenglong didn't know was that some venues were actually not suitable for sliding and it was easy to get stuck.

This time it was, so...he was tragic.

Huang Qian's players laughed, and the disappointment of just conceding the ball was wiped out.

"To see such a performance, conceding a goal is worth it."

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong cried to death, this action is really ugly.

The originally handsome kneeling turned into a five-body throw, and the head hit the ground first.

Tang Zhenglong raised his head, and Lee Carsley was standing right in front of him.

"Don, why are you being so polite?"

"roll."

"Tang Zhenglong, your trick of kneeling and kowtowing to celebrate is so creative. I dare say that you are the only one in the world football who knows this trick."

"..."

Under the ridicule of everyone, Tang Zhenglong slowly stood up.

"By the way, system, how good is my action this time?"

"With 5 referees, remove the highest score and the lowest score, the average score of the remaining three referees is..."

"0 points, no suspense."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned, the kind of dumbfounded.

"In other words, all five virtual referees scored 5 points?"

"Otherwise? The task is to slide and kneel to celebrate, not kneel to celebrate."

"..."

"By the way, is there any Drogba kneeling skill that can be purchased?"

"No."

Ok.

Tang Zhenglong was already trembling, if there was another celebration in the street again, he would be regarded as crazy.

At this time, Huang Qian's players were whispering to make up the knife.

"The next time that kid celebrates scoring a goal, we'll run ahead of him immediately."

"why?"

"Then Tang Zhenglong kowtowed to us."

puff.

Tang Zhenglong felt like the world was falling apart because of this knife.

"Put some lube on your knees next time?"

But the goal is not just scored, and soon, 30 minutes have passed in the first half.

Pellegrini is a little impatient here, these guys don't seem to be paying attention.

"Attack, attack me, even if the opponent knows our tactics, it doesn't matter."

Moyes looked sideways.

"Nimma's!!"

At this time Tang Zhenglong ran back to the team doctor, "Can you get me some Vaseline."

(End of this chapter)