big mouth ball king

Chapter 86
"Penalty!!"

The referee pointed to the spot for the second time, but this time it was Frankfurt's penalty.

This ball is a bit unfair.

Frankfurt's tall center forward Alexander Meyer suddenly withdrew while leaning on the Cologne defender, and the ball hit the Cologne defender who was caught off guard, and the referee blew a penalty.

"I admit that the ball was a bit unjust, but it was indeed in my hand." The commentator said.

Meyer took the penalty himself.

approach.

shot.

GOOOOOOAL!
The stadium was boiling, and Meyer rushed to Tang Zhenglong after scoring a goal, and he wanted to demonstrate.

"See, clown, this is how a penalty kick is taken."

The Frankfurt players are laughing at Tang Zhenglong. Their purpose is to annoy their opponents. It is best to apply for a yellow card for Tang Zhenglong.

At this time Jones reminded everyone, "We don't want to touch him, otherwise he will definitely fall to the ground and blackmail us."

"Really? I don't!"

Perhaps because he was too excited after scoring the goal, Meyer became more and more excited and poked Tang Zhenglong with his finger.

"what!!"

Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground instantly.

Meier was stunned.

Jones said angrily: "I warned you a long time ago, don't touch him."

Meier smiled bitterly: "What is this? Is it still a man?"

He stretched out his hand to grab Tang Zhenglong who was on the ground, "Stop acting, are you still a man?"

"Oh, my head, my head."

Tang Zhenglong repeated a German word over and over - head.

Meyer was dumbfounded.

"I obviously touched your stomach, why are you covering your head?"

Meyer is still broken, maybe he has not seen the 2002 World Cup, otherwise Rivaldo's wonderful performance will give him a lot of inspiration.

The referee came running.

"Referee, I touched his stomach," Meyer explained.

A yellow card.

"You shouldn't have touched him."

According to the rules, players should not have physical contact when the ball is dead, unless it is voluntary.

But the referee also knew that Tang Zhenglong's acting skills were superb.

"You can get up."

"Referee, he punched me and I can't see right now."

"It's almost done, otherwise I will give you a yellow card."

Tang Zhenglong stopped humming, sat up slowly, and then stood up.

In Frankfurt, Jones was still blaming Meier, "I told you earlier, don't touch him, you just won't listen."

"How do I know..." Meier had an indescribable feeling.

After 1 to 1, Frankfurt's morale became more violent, while Cologne's physical fitness was failing, and what Stevens worried about before the game happened.

That is, Cologne is the only team in the second division of the Bundesliga to play double games a week, which actually has a considerable impact on the team.

"The game against Leverkusen in the middle of the week still affected Cologne's physical fitness, and a substitution should be considered."

Stevens asked the substitute players to warm up, but he will not change them for the time being. He also knows that there is still a big gap between these substitute players and the main players.

Podolsky looked out of breath.

Tang Zhenglong ran over, "Pass the ball to me, and I'll shoot, but it must be on the right side of the penalty area."

"why?"

"Because I'm right-footed."

"You can also shoot with your right foot from the left."

"Where did you come up with so much nonsense?" Tang Zhenglong was unhappy.

sweat.

"By the way, aren't you tired?" As soon as the words fell, Podolski laughed, "Forget I didn't ask."

With Tang Zhenglong's lazy style of play, even if he plays five games a week, he probably won't be tired.

Tang Zhenglong felt despised by others.

"What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

There are more and more loopholes in Cologne's defense. Cha Duli took the ball in front of the penalty area. He raised his foot, but he didn't pass the ball after a feint. He was going to use his speed to break through.

Cha Duli wants to prove that Tang Zhenglong is lucky, and he is the real strength, he can represent Asia.

"car."

"He rushed in, the speed of Asian players is really fast."

At the far end were two Frankfurt players reaching out for the ball, but Cha Duri only had eyes for the goal, and he kicked the ball towards the goal with a flying kick.

But the ball didn't pass Sfante's fingers.

The ball was held down by the goalkeeper.

Svant stood up and looked ahead, only to find Tang Zhenglong.

"The goalkeeper kicks off, is he going to find Tang?"

"But this ball..."

Although Tang Zhenglong was alone in the frontcourt, the goalkeeper also attacked. Tang Zhenglong was not tall, and the goalkeeper and his ability to reach out, obviously Tang Zhenglong had no advantage.

Tang Zhenglong leaned against the goalkeeper.

Frankfurt's goalkeeper will definitely not be so stupid as to push Tang Zhenglong, so he will take a penalty. He only needs to pick it up with his hand after the ball flies over and it will be OK.

Tang Zhenglong knew that this was on the right side of the penalty area, so could he play some exciting games, such as a back hook?

The goalkeeper looked at Tang Zhenglong as if he was looking at a fool, "Turn your back to me, what do you want?"

All of a sudden, everyone in the audience was stunned, only to see Tang Zhenglong jumping on the spot, with his feet over his head, it was a barb.

"Don's short legs want barbs?"

"Hahaha."

In front of the tall Germans, Tang Zhenglong was considered short, so Tang Zhenglong who was flying upside down at this time seemed so abrupt.

"court death!"

The goalkeeper jumped up to shoot the ball, but it was Tang Zhenglong who kicked the ball first, and the ball flew towards the goal as if it had eyes.

"Don..."

GOOOOOOAL.

"I don't know how Don did it, but he did it, he unbelievably hooked the ball into the goal."

GOOOOOOAL.

Frankfurt's face is green from top to bottom, this ball is very difficult.

First of all, the shot had just entered the penalty area, which was quite far from the goal. Secondly, there was a goalkeeper in front of him, and the most important thing was that the ball turned out to be a back hook.

The Cologne player's Coke broke.

"Tang, you can hook barbs. It turns out that short legs can also hook barbs."

"Fuck you, you have short legs, all three of your legs are short."

Schultz's face darkened, and the big guy laughed.

"15 goals, I will catch up with Lucas immediately, pay tribute to the new Prince of Cologne."

"Screw you!"

"hey-hey."

Frankfurt coach Funkel called Jones over.

"Why don't you follow this ball?"

"I thought the goalkeeper would definitely solve it."

"You think? You play football with brain waves?"

"But that guy is 90.00 percent running around," Jones said.

"That's because he is like Inzaghi, such players are dangerous."

Jones felt that his coach was being foolish, making nonsense metaphors, but he had no reason to talk back, after all, he really failed to guard against Tang Zhenglong.

Here Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "We can call it a day, save your mouth and add it to your physical attributes."

With the resident skill of shooting from the right side of the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong suddenly felt richer.

(End of this chapter)