big mouth ball king

Chapter 632
Tang Zhenglong found that although he has corrected the ball path, as the opponent becomes stronger, the chances of getting shots in front of the penalty area are less and less.

In many cases, it is even impossible to take a pleasant long shot in front of the penalty area.

If you think about it, you can shoot three-pointers in the CBA, but in the NBA, the defensive strength is simply not at the same level.

Tang Zhenglong ran to the sidelines.

"Boss, let me kick the midfielder."

Moyes was taken aback.

"Front waist?"

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

"But you don't know how to organize an attack."

"That's why I have to learn."

Moyes was stunned, thinking: "You have to learn from the FA Cup, who will let you learn a new skill in the semi-finals of the Champions League?"

"Tang Zhenglong, stop making trouble, I warn you, even if I beat you up in public, you won't get compensation."

"..."

"Boss..."

"I said, don't mess around."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong returned to the court and found Arteta.

"Boss said, I'll trade with you."

The Spaniard was taken aback.

"You and me? Swap?"

"Yes, to confuse the opponent." Tang Zhenglong blinked.

Arteta put on an expression—how can I not believe it.

"I'm going to ask the boss."

Tang Zhenglong stretched out his right hand, "You don't believe me? Then you should also believe in the captain's armband on my right hand. This is authority."

Arteta was stunned, does this have anything to do with the captain?

"If you don't go, you are disobeying the captain's order."

Arteta had no choice but to run to the forward line.

Here, Moyes was completely stunned when he saw it. He didn't agree, so Tang Zhenglong decided to change the person without authorization?
"Does Tang Zhenglong want to rebel?"

"Perhaps Tang Zhenglong wanted to confuse his opponent." Alan said in a low voice.

"That can't be, the coach's order is the most important."

"Then what should we do? It's impossible for us to replace Tang Zhenglong, right?"

Moyes said fiercely: "One day I will replace him and throw him into the trash can, this bastard."

On the court, after the substitution, Tang Zhenglong stood in the midfielder's position, and he saw a different scene in front of him, after all, he was far away from the front line.

"The ball has reached Tang Zhenglong's feet."

Tang Zhenglong took the ball with his back, the opponent was stunned, what is this for?

Tang Zhenglong forgot that he didn't need to turn his back to get the ball from the front waist. After a while, Tang Zhenglong turned around.

"I forgot that I am now a midfielder, I can face the goal, hahahaha, cool!!"

Cambiasso and Muntari stayed for a B.

Tang Zhenglong's side changed positions, so Mourinho's side had to be readjusted.

"What's the purpose of this bastard? Is it a lie again?"

Mourinho thought for a while and decided to ignore Tang Zhenglong.

Everton's corner.

A teammate took a corner kick, Inter Milan headed the ball first, and Materazzi headed the ball out of the penalty area.

"Hey, I have to say, I kind of miss bickering with Tang Zhenglong, but it's a pity he's gone now."

These words quickly reached Tang Zhenglong's ears.

"Don, everyone in the restricted area is missing you."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"Damn it, I'm not dead, what a miss."

At this time, the restricted area seemed to be surrounded by a layer of enchantment. Everyone seemed to have no idea that Tang Zhenglong was still on the court.

"Where's Tang Zhenglong?"

"Look for Tang Zhenglong."

"Is there Tang Zhenglong in this world?"

……

"Everton's corner kick, I don't understand why Tang Zhenglong is not in the penalty area. In fact, he is still very good at grabbing points." The commentator laughed.

The worst thing was Mourinho, who was dangling on the sidelines with a blueberry-flavored sports drink.

"Don, come here."

"Don't go."

"Please drink."

"Don't go."

When the corner kick was taken there, Materazzi pushed the ball out. I thought it was over, but I didn't expect Tang Zhenglong to take the ball in front of the penalty area, and then there was an imperceptible smirk at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the Inter Milan players closest to him are almost 10 meters away, which is really a good opportunity for an undefended shot.

With an anti-aircraft gun, the ball flew away, but it quickly deflected back. Mourinho was stunned, "An anti-physical shot?"

The ball arced, leaving a smile behind, and swished into the goal.

Sussel froze.

The defender froze.

Mourinho was also stunned.

The Goodison Park stadium slammed.

"Tang Zhenglong scored an anti-physical goal. In the history of football, only Brazil's Juninho can make such an anti-physical goal. It is so beautiful."

Tang Zhenglong rushed to the sidelines and hugged Moyes.

"Boss, now you know why I play the midfielder."

"It turned out that I wanted to shoot from a long distance."

"That's right, if a player of my level shoots in the penalty area, it's bullying, what do you think?"

"That's true."

"Shameless!!"

It's okay for Tang Zhenglong to brag, but Moyes is a big boss, and he is still bragging about it, Mourinho can't get used to it.

Back on the court, Inter Milan immediately sent two people to defend Tang Zhenglong, and he must not be allowed to shoot again in front of the penalty area.

But... Tang Zhenglong suddenly clocked out of get off work early as if he was paddling.

It's very simple, the ball correction can only be used once, there are so many people in the penalty area, how can it be so easy to shoot from a long distance.

Tang Zhenglong was paddling on the court, and Mourinho was the most depressed.

"It's a crime to waste two people on this kid, but if you don't defend him, what if he makes another anti-physical goal?"

At this time, a word from the assistant reminded Mourinho.

"This kid seems to only score one anti-physical goal in a game."

Mourinho felt like he was suddenly hit by something.

"Is what you said true?"

"Hehe, I seem to remember this, but I haven't counted it."

Mourinho closed his eyes and thought for a while, it seemed so.

"Haha, I understand, Tang Zhenglong doesn't have enough stamina."

So Mourinho withdrew the defense.

Tang Zhenglong took a look, "Why did you withdraw? Did Mourinho know that my anti-physics shot can only be used once?"

"Impossible, unless the system betrays me."

"Master, it is impossible for mine to betray you."

"Too!!"

Did Mourinho guess something?

Tang Zhenglong deliberately ran to the sidelines to get a sports drink from Inter Milan.

"Haha, it feels really good. Inter Milan is already afraid of me and gave up defense."

Mourinho sneered when he heard it.

"Stop pretending, Don, I know all about it."

Tang Zhenglong's heart skipped a beat, "Got it?"

Does he know something about the system?
"Don't pretend, I know you don't have enough stamina."

……

Tang Zhenglong was stunned. As a man, he could be said whatever he wanted, but he couldn't be told that he was not durable.

Tang Zhenglong trembled with anger.

"Jose, you say I can do other things, but you say I won't last, you pissed me off!!"

(End of this chapter)