big mouth ball king

Chapter 610 Seek help from Drogba

"Don, what do you want Vaseline for?" the team doctor asked strangely.

"Is such that."

Tang Zhenglong made up a random reason, but he didn't expect Moyes to come over.

"Do you still want to slide and kneel?"

When Tang Zhenglong saw Moyes, he could only swallow the words.

"Boss, don't you think sliding kneeling is very handsome?"

"Handsome is handsome, but the premise is that you don't tear your pants and throw your head on the lawn." Moyes patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "You are not suitable for kneeling, give up."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"Even the boss sees it that way?"

The team doctor said with a smile, "Tang, it's useless to apply Vaseline."

"Ok."

At the end of the first half, the score was 1-0 and the aggregate score was 3-2.

In the locker room, Tang Zhenglong was nowhere to be seen. Moyes asked, "Where is Tang Zhenglong?"

"Looks like I went to a public restroom."

"What! That kid went to the public restroom again!!"

Everyone sweats! !

Tang Zhenglong came to an empty corner and called Drogba.

"Didier...it's me."

"Damn it, don't people who make scam calls have no brains at all?"

"Haha, you idiot, don't you know that Tang Zhenglong is playing now? How could he call me?"

"..."

"I'm really Tang Zhenglong!"

"Hahaha, stupid, turn on the TV, Everton is playing Villarreal now."

"It's halftime now."

"Hahahaha." Drogba laughed like a bell.

"You are really stupid, let me tell you, it is impossible to call during the intermission."

Tang Zhenglong almost died of sweat.

How can this be explained?
"There is."

"Give me a cup of forgetful water..."

What a familiar melody, Drogba was dumbfounded. Isn't this the song that Tang Zhenglong taught him to sing?

"Are you really Tang Zhenglong?"

"correct."

"then you……"

"That's right."

Tang Zhenglong explained, but Drogba was still shocked.

"Aren't there toilets in the dressing rooms at Goodison Park? I remember there were, and they were luxurious."

"Didier, can you stop talking so far, I need your help, will you help?"

"what's up?"

"Teach me to slide and kneel to celebrate."

"Sliding and kneeling to celebrate?" Drogba was stunned, "Isn't the premise of sliding and kneeling to celebrate the first goal?"

"It's too easy for me to score a goal, so don't worry about it, just teach me how to skate and kneel."

Drogba was once again thundered outside Jiao Linen's.

"Ok."

*****
Pires has the ball in midfield.

The essence of Spanish football is midfield possession.

However, Moyes also understands this very well. He arranged two lines of defense in front of the penalty area, and the first line of defense is Fellaini.

The Belgian's first defense against Pires was very strong, and he was not allowed to turn around.

Pires turned around to protect the ball, and then distributed the ball to his teammates. After doing this a few times, Everton thought he was sure of Huang Qian.

Pires took the ball again, this time he exchanged glances with coach Manuel Pellegrini, who made a "cut" gesture, Pires understood it, and decisively gave the ball 45 degrees to the side.

Moyes' heart skipped a beat.

Fast attack from the wing is the specialty of the Premier League team.

It's not that La Liga teams don't play wide, but that they are relatively rare compared to the Premier League.

After Cazorla got the ball from the wing, he drove straight in and ran forward quickly.

The defense here is Baines.

When the England international met the Spain international and the two fought together, Cazorla suddenly slammed on the brakes and then accelerated again. Baines was shaken, but he did not lose his position.

Pellegrini was also drumming in his heart. Cazorla didn't get rid of the defense. Can he make a cross?
In the end Cazorla forced a cross.

Llorente suddenly reached the point in front of the penalty area, and Yabo lost his position. He could only look at Howard, hoping that the latter could save the ball.

Howard pounced, but the angle of the top of the ball was too tricky, and the ball went in.

GOOOOOOOOOAL! ! !

There was no sound at Goodison Park. The total score of 3 to 2 was very stable, but now it is 3 to 3. Although Everton still has the advantage of away goals, the advantage is already very small.If the opponent scores another goal, Huang Qian will be promoted.

Moyes also became nervous. The advantage of one ball on the football field is too small.

Moyes glanced at Tang Zhenglong and saw that he looked numb.

"What the hell is this guy thinking?"

Tang Zhenglong was thinking about what Drogba taught him.

"You want to lean back 120 degrees?"

"Then won't you pounce back?"

Tang Zhenglong wondered if his waist strength could handle it.

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

Arteta roared, Tang Zhenglong woke up, the ball flew over, unexpectedly Godin also rushed over.

"Haha, mine."

Tang Zhenglong stretched out his foot, the ball bounced off Tang Zhenglong's foot, and then... hit Godin's Ding Ding.

"what!!!"

Anyone with football experience knows that when Ding Ding is hit, it is really painful.

Godin collapsed on the lawn.

"You absolutely did it on purpose."

"I'm not, I was distracted just now."

"You must be pretending. Don't think I don't know that you still work part-time in movies."

Tang Zhenglong was stupid, what happened to me making a movie?I eat by myself.

Godin lay down on the ground for a while, then slowly got up.

"Don, remember, I will retaliate." As Godin looked down, Tang Zhenglong's face suddenly turned black.

At 80 minutes into the game, the most exciting time came.

Pellegrini paced back and forth, like obsessive-compulsive disorder, as long as he scored another goal, Huang Qian could kill the opponent.

Moyes is also beating drums in his heart.

At this moment, he passed the ball into the penalty area, and Godin remembered the revenge of Ding Ding just now, so he kicked the ball towards Tang Zhenglong. Unexpectedly, the ball did not hit Tang Zhenglong's Ding Ding, but hit his stomach.

So a retaliation turned into an assist, Tang Zhenglong unloaded the ball with his stomach and took advantage of the opportunity to open the penalty area and shoot from the right side.

The ball flew through the air like a cannonball and hit the Villarreal gate.

Godin was stunned.

"How is that possible? Is his penis made of iron?"

After scoring the goal, Tang Zhenglong rushed to the sidelines, following what Drogba taught him, he leaned his upper body back as much as possible and used his waist to support.

"It's up to this time whether we can succeed."

Tang Zhenglong knelt forward and felt the silky feeling of his knees rubbing against the lawn.

"Hahaha, it worked."

Ding sound.

"mission completed."

"Ha ha ha ha."

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded by the fact that several players from Huang Qian were standing in front of him, seeming quite disappointed.

"Why didn't he kowtow this time? It's boring!!"

When Tang Zhenglong heard this, he was immediately struck by thunder.

(End of this chapter)