big mouth ball king

Chapter 806 Erwa Muller
"Will there be a miracle?"

If it is facing other teams, then Florentino can already relax, but if the opponent is Bayern Munich, then it is another matter.

Fermina saw her grandfather's worried expression.

"Grandpa, we are ahead now."

"I know, but the opponent is a German team."

"The German team?"

Florentino touched his granddaughter's head, "You won't understand, the Germans are very stubborn."

On the court, Bayern did not give up at all, they bombarded Real Madrid's defense.

The most nervous is Pellegrini.

A ball!
In fact, the gap is one ball! !
"Hold on to me!!!"

Van Gaal put his hand on the shoulder of the teenager Muller.

Thomas Muller, Chinese fans affectionately call him Erwa.

Muller is a very spiritual player, he can be said to be an upgraded version of Klose.

"When you go up later, go to the restricted area to grab some points."

"what should I do?"

Under normal circumstances, Van Gaal would arrange his tactics well, but this time it was different. He didn't ask for too much. After all, at this time, it is not appropriate for a young player to play under great pressure.

"Just like in training." Van Gaal forced a smile.

Mueller was also happy, "Boss, you look so ugly when you smile."

"Fuck you, brat."

******
"This should be Bayern Munich's last chance."

corner kick!

Van Gaal looked at his watch. This might really be Bayern's last chance to attack. The referee may give some more time, but it's irrelevant.

Schweinsteiger came to the corner flag area, ready to take the corner.

Tang Zhenglong also came back to defend.

"Milo, here I come."

Klose gave Tang Zhenglong a blank look.

"do not bother me."

"How is that possible? You are the most important offensive point."

Klose pointed to Muller, "I can tell you in advance that he is the point of attack this time."

Tang Zhenglong turned his head and saw that he was a stunned young man.

"Are you Bayern really short of money now? Such stunned youngsters are already in the first team."

"Hehe, he is not only the main player of Bayern, but also a player of the German team. He should go to South Africa together."

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback.

"I didn't expect German football to regress so much after I left."

"..."

"You are so arrogant!"

Real Madrid is one-on-one, staring at all the offensive players of Bayern, but omitting Muller. Their thoughts are the same as Tang Zhenglong. What can a stunned young man like Muller do?

Schweinsteiger took a look, and there was only one person in his eyes, the person who the coach arranged to order later in the training.

The ball draws an arc and flies to the rear point of the penalty area.

Not Klose.

Not Gomez.

Not Olic either.

that……

Is there anyone behind Bayern?

The Real Madrid player turned his head and saw a boy with pimples on his face.

he! ! !he! ! !
Tang Zhenglong squinted at Klose, who shrugged, saying that I did not lie to you.

"Nimma! Klose, you are really a gentleman!!"

Tang Zhenglong pounced back, but it was too late. After Muller took the ball, there was no one around him to defend, and he could easily shoot.

Müller puts the ball into the near corner of the goal.

GOOOOOOAL! !
The Bernabéu fell into a deathly silence.

Van Gaal is crazy.

"Haha, I knew you kid could do it."

Muller was crushed at the bottom by his Bayern teammates, but he seemed to have boarded Mont Blanc, and he knew he could go to South Africa.

*******
Three long whistles.

competition is over.

The two sides scored 3 to 3 in two rounds and needed to play overtime.

Pellegrini was furious.

"It's only 1 minute away, what's going on with you all? Why did you miss someone?"

"We didn't expect that kid..."

"That kid doesn't seem to have even grown his hair. I didn't expect it to be so stable."

"No wonder it's called Mueller."

When Pellegrini saw it, he went astray. It's really Nima's fault! !
"I didn't ask you to praise him!!"

But Pellegrini also knows that since this is already the case, it is useless to complain, and he can only take overtime seriously.

"If we concede another goal in overtime, we will be in danger. You should understand this."

"Um!!"

"Whether you can enter the final or not is in your own hands."

Van Gaal didn't say much. Scoring at the last moment was like saving his life. While he was still in fear, Van Gaal had more expectations for the extra time.

He is going to give the players a little spiritual victory.

"Remember the group stage game against Juventus?"

"In that game we would have been out if we had tied, and in the end we miraculously beat Juventus away."

Speaking of that game, many people are still excited. Juventus played away. The game was very difficult. Not long after the start, Juventus scored first, and then Bayern got a penalty and Bout scored the goal.

After that, Bayern suddenly broke out as if it was on the hook.

Van Gaal laughed: "Do you think these two games are similar?"

"No!!"

When everyone turned their heads, it was Tang Zhenglong who interrupted.

Van Gaal turned from joy to anger.

"Go back to yourselves."

"Luis, do you have Alzheimer's disease? Are Juventus and Real Madrid comparable?"

"One is the victim of the Telephone Gate tragedy, and he has not recovered yet, and our Real Madrid is sitting on two superstars Tang Zhenglong and Ronaldo."

Superstar?

Call yourself a superstar?

Does this person still have face?

Van Gaal raised his eyebrows in anger.

"I think the most likely scenario is this, that is, Tang Zhenglong performed a hat-trick in overtime and abused Bayern."

Van Gaal threw the tactical board on the ground, and then rushed forward, and the players hurried up to hold it.

"Boss, you can't beat him, or we will enter the finals, and you will have to be suspended."

"Don't stop me!!"

The Real Madrid players here laughed to death.

"People who are Tang Zhenglong's opponents will die of anger sooner or later."

"Hahaha."

******
The overtime game was like a water pump, slowly draining the physical energy of both sides.

The combination of caution and physical exertion made the game boring, and it seemed that a penalty shootout was the only option.

Both Van Gaal and Pellegrini are preparing for the penalty shootout.

On the court, Tang Zhenglong hadn't given up yet. Facing Schweinsteiger, Tang Zhenglong suddenly flashed and rushed over.

The originally quiet Bernabéu suddenly became agitated.

"Don't you need to hit a penalty?"

Tang Zhenglong's rapid breakthrough was like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky.

The Bayern players rushed over quickly.

Even if it is a foul, Tang Zhenglong has to be stopped. If the ball is lost at this moment, it will really be over.

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong passed the ball.

Yes, you heard it right, Tang Zhenglong passed the ball.

And it was passed to Ronaldo, even Ronaldo himself was stunned, Tang Zhenglong, a selfish ghost, actually passed the ball! !

(End of this chapter)