big mouth ball king

Chapter 625 Fancy Delaying Time
2 is better than 1!

The score on the big screen was 2-1 and the clock was up to 90 minutes.

But this time it was United leading.

"Manchester United is really Manchester United, really difficult to deal with." Moyes thought.

Everton made perfect preparations, but Manchester United worked hard in the away game, showing a strong offensive power.

Ferguson is still satisfied with the score of 2 to 1, at least he can enter overtime.

Moyes ordered - dragged into overtime.

*****
Tang Zhenglong took the ball in the frontcourt. From the 80th minute, as long as he got the ball, he was delaying time.

The Manchester United players knew what this guy wanted to do when he saw it.

"The bastard is trying to stall for time again."

Carrick and Park Ji-sung followed.

Tang Zhenglong ran to the baseline, then backed up to protect the ball.

"Again!!"

Park Ji-sung and Carrick winked, the latter stuck to one side, and then Park Ji-sung went to grab the ball.

Pu Zhixing stretched his legs under Tang Zhenglong's crotch.

Tang Zhenglong immediately clamped his legs.

"Fuck!!"

"You caught my leg."

"Who told you to reach out, I am innocent."

"Innocent Nima!!"

Seeing that Tang Zhenglong and Park Ji-sung were fighting, Carrick stretched out his legs. Tang Zhenglong immediately knelt down and pressed the ball under his knees.

Carrick was stunned, it was a joke.

Ferguson and Moyes on the sidelines were also stunned. This picture is too beautiful to bear to look directly at.

In the end, the referee couldn't stand it anymore and sentenced Manchester United to a foul.

"I fouled?" Park Ji-sung was furious.

"He was almost lying on the ball."

The referee gave Park Ji-sung a yellow card.

Tang Zhenglong applauded.

"The referee is wise, this is definitely a yellow card, nothing to say!!"

The referee also gave Tang Zhenglong a card.

"I don't need you to teach me how to referee."

puff.

Park Ji-sung and Carrick covered their mouths and laughed.

Soon, the ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet again. Ferguson was depressed when he saw it. This guy must be playing around again.

Sure enough, Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball to the sideline.

Park Ji-sung and Carrick had big heads, but they had no choice but to keep up. When they came to the sideline, Tang Zhenglong turned his back to protect the ball.

"Michael, do you ever feel the urge to kick him in the ass?"

Carrick nodded, "I really want it, I dream about it."

"Me too, unfortunately I can't, I'll be suspended."

The two held Tang Zhenglong from left to right. They thought that Tang Zhenglong was just playing around and pretending to be dead, but unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong suddenly turned around and quickly ran towards the restricted area.

Carrick and Park Ji-sung were taken aback for a moment, and then they realized - oops.

If Tang Zhenglong rushed over, it would be a real killer.

Ferguson panicked too.

"Block him for me, stop him."

A smile appeared on the corner of Moyes' mouth. Tang Zhenglong is really a thief. He pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger, pretending to delay time, but suddenly launched a fast break.

Park Ji-sung and Carrick couldn't catch up at all, and Manchester United could only rely on Vidic in the penalty area.

If Vidic can get rid of Tang Zhenglong, then Manchester United still have a chance, otherwise they can only pray for Van der Sar to make a magical save.

Facing Vidic, Tang Zhenglong changed the line with the ball, and at the moment Tang Zhenglong made a move, Vidic also shoveled.

At this moment, the air in Goodison Park seemed to freeze. Did Tang Zhenglong pass the ball, or did Vidic destroy the ball?
"Tang Zhenglong and Vidic fell to the ground at the same time, is this a foul?"

The camera is shown to the referee, and the referee's gesture is - the game continues.

Goodison Park exploded, and the fans booed the referee.

"It's a penalty."

"Black whistle, the referee took Manchester United's money."

Amidst the boos, the game ended and overtime was due.

Ferguson still had lingering fears, the last moment was really dangerous, it was just a little bit close.

At this time Tang Zhenglong walked in front of him.

"Tang, you are such a thief over there, you almost got tricked by you."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "My lord, the pattern is broken, do you think I won't cheat you during the extra time?"

Ferguson's face was dark, and there were 30 minutes left. When he met Tang Zhenglong, it was not a good 30 minutes.

*****
"The overtime period is almost over. Are the two sides going to have a penalty shootout?"

At this time, Everton handed the ball to Tang Zhenglong's feet, and he ran to the sideline again. Manchester United learned a good lesson, not only flanking left and right, but also following behind, forming a square double-team to Tang Zhenglong.

"Haha, Tang, what else can you do in this way?"

"Fuck, I'm not that important. There's no need for three people to defend me."

"necessary."

"is it?"

Tang Zhenglong suddenly tapped his heel.

Park Ji-sung, Carrick, and Brown were stunned. To whom did Tang Zhenglong hit the ball with his heel?
Yes, this question also belongs to Ferguson.

"Thanks, Captain."

"You're welcome."

The three turned their heads and saw that it was Saha.

It turned out that during the break just now, Tang Zhenglong had agreed with Saha that if he was surrounded, he would come to rescue him.

Saha's speed is also very fast. Manchester United's defense has become very empty because of Tang Zhenglong's attraction, so Saha is about to form a breakthrough. It is Vidic again, and this time it has to rely on him again.

Saha didn't choose to break through either, he shot through Vidic, and made a miracle with great effort.

A burst shot to the goal, Van der Sar pounced, the ball was too fast, and then...in.

Saha himself was dumbfounded.

"I scored a goal?"

"I actually scored a goal!!"

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong was the first to rush forward.

"Don, your trick has succeeded."

"..."

"What trick? We scored this goal openly. You probably accounted for 10% of the credit, and the remaining 90% of the credit is mine."

"Don, you have a big face."

"..."

Moyes is already crazy, and Everton is likely to reach the semi-finals with this goal, which is an unprecedented height.

Champions League semi-finals! ! !
Ferguson's face is naturally livid, but for Manchester United, it's not over yet. The Champions League knockout match is an away goal multi-elimination system. That is to say, in the case of a tie, whoever scores more away goals wins.

When the Champions League knockout round enters overtime, it is also counted as away goals. This may not be reasonable, but the rules are like this, which means that Manchester United only needs one goal, so they can eliminate Everton with more away goals.

"There are still a few minutes in the game. This is also the most tense moment. Manchester United only need one ball."

Moyes has ordered everyone to go back to defend, leaving Tang Zhenglong alone in the frontcourt.

In the face of Manchester United's indiscriminate bombing, the hearts of Everton fans are like being hit by a hammer again and again.

"There are still 2 minutes, the game is about to end, I'm so nervous that I want to pee."

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground.

Ferguson was dumbfounded, "Damn it, this is too fake, why don't you talk about science to delay time?"

The referee ran over and kicked Tang Zhenglong lightly, "What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)