big mouth ball king

Chapter 906 Temporary Coach
Tang Zhenglong shook off Morais's hand.

"Boss, I'm not sick."

"Don, Jose will be back in the next game, can you spare me and don't cause trouble for me."

"..."

"Boss, can it really not be changed?"

Mores Khan.

"It's not that it can't be changed, but as an acting coach, I have no right to change it at all."

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"Didn't you say that there is no unparalleled road? This is the first mission and it will be utterly impossible?"

Woo woo woo.

Woo woo woo.

At the end of the first half, the score was fixed at 1-1.

Looking at Morais's back, Tang Zhenglong suddenly had an idea.

Tang Zhenglong stepped forward quickly.

"Boss, Jose told you to go."

"what?"

"Maybe it's about the game."

Mores is dubious.

"You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Tang Zhenglong put on a harmless expression: "Boss, why am I lying to you?"

Morris thought about it, yes.

"Okay, then I'll go and ask everyone to wait for me."

"OK."

After Morais left, Tang Zhenglong showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and trotted back to the locker room.

When he came to the locker room, Tang Zhenglong locked the door.

The teammate was taken aback, "Why are you locking the door?"

"Let you pick up the soap."

puff.

"It's like this. Morais suddenly has a stomachache. I'll be entrusted with the task of arranging tactics during the halftime break."

DUANG! !
Everyone was dumbfounded.

you? ? ? ! ! !

"Don, do you still work as a coach?"

Tang Zhenglong patted his chest and said to himself, "I am omnipotent."

"Stop talking nonsense." Tang Zhenglong tapped on the tactical board.

"We're going to play like the Dutch in the second half."

……

……

"why?"

"What Mores said, I just conveyed his tactics."

Someone said: "That's not Barcelona?"

As we all know, the godfather of Barcelona is the Dutch Cruyff. Some people say that Barcelona football has the shadow of the Dutch.

Tang Zhenglong didn't expect everyone to have so many opinions.

He knocked on the tactical board and said loudly: "What Barcelona? Let me ask you, has Barcelona's football applied for a patent?"

"No."

"That's it, so it's the common wealth of mankind."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but since it was the coach's intention, it could only be carried out.

"Anyway, we will learn from Holland in the second half, you know?"

Someone asked: "However, Dutch football has been around for decades and has a lot of content. What do we learn? Give me an example."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, how could he be a coach.

"Have you seen Euro 2000?"

The crowd nodded.

"Just learn from that Dutch team."

"But you still haven't given an example."

Tang Zhenglong took a look and told Khedira to stand up.

"How about this, why don't you take a break in the second half and I'll play Diarra instead?"

Khedira was dumbfounded, "Don, the boss asked you to arrange tactics, where did you get the right to make substitutions?"

"Hehe, I said yes, Diarra, get ready to play."

"Good."

Tang Zhenglong tapped on the tactical board again, "Who else is not convinced?"

……

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"Why are you here?" Mourinho was a little silly when he saw Morais.

"Didn't you call me here?"

"When did I call you?"

The two looked at each other and immediately understood.

"TMD, Tang Zhenglong!!!"

"You run back immediately, that kid must be doing something in the locker room."

Morris nodded, "I'll go right back."

Morais clenched his fists while running, "Tang Zhenglong, I can't spare you."

******
"Don, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't replace me." Khedira begged bitterly.

"It's late, don't you know that the head coach is the god of a team?"

"Head coach? Aren't you just a megaphone?" Khedira thought to himself.

"Yes yes yes yes, I was wrong, I will not dare next time."

"Call the boss and listen."

"Boss!!"

Tang Zhenglong was happy.

"It's pretty cool."

"Let me ask you, how is my head coach?"

"great."

"Hahaha."

At this moment, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Tang Zhenglong, I'll give you 10 seconds to get out."

******
After all, Morais is not Mourinho, he held back, did not publicly reprimand Tang Zhenglong, but called him out.

Tang Zhenglong stood in front of Morais, like a child who did something wrong.

"You should know how serious this is?"

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

"I discussed with Jose and fined you one month's salary."

"do not!!"

"Then half a year?"

"..."

"Don, what is your purpose in doing this? Is it fun?"

Tang Zhenglong opened his big watery eyes and looked at Morais.

"Boss, do you believe in dreams?"

"Football really shouldn't be played like this. The football in my heart is beautiful, with beautiful passes and wonderful goals. If football becomes ugly, then what are we players doing alive?"

Mores Khan dies, "The kid is lying again."

"Don, did you bet with someone again?"

"As far as I know about you, you should bet with someone, and the bet is very strange."

Tang Zhenglong's whole body was shocked, shit!You guessed it right, that strange thing is the system, but this cannot be said.

"Hehe, Boss, I was spotted by you."

"Tell me, what's the bet?"

"Love!"

Morris rolled his eyes, "To be honest."

"cash."

"How many?"

"100."

"100 million!!"

This time it was Tang Zhenglong's turn to be dumbfounded, "Is there something wrong with your ears?"

"It's 100."

"I know, this is slang, but it is actually 100 million."

……

"Well, give me half, and I'll help you."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

Half of the people have seen quite a few, but this is the first time they have seen such a dark one. Sure enough, the Portuguese are more thieves.

"Well, I'll give you 50 yuan, and you can issue me an invoice for 500 million yuan, how about it?"

……

"Don, do you know that Spain has to pay 50% income tax? I charge you 50, and I have to pay 250 million in taxes?"

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "So 100 is more harmonious, what do you think?"

"Screw you!!"

Morais returned to the locker room and saw Khedira crying.

"why are you crying?"

Khedira told the story, and Morais was furious: "Nonsense, Tang Zhenglong has the right to make P substitutions. Don't worry, you will play in the second half."

"Long live the boss."

"Everyone, remember that no matter what Tang Zhenglong said just now, it will be invalid. Just take him as a joke."

yes! ! ! !

Tang Zhenglong wanted to cry.

*******
At the beginning of the second half, Moreis was very polite, and took the initiative to go over and ask the assistant coach of Ajax, "Are you all right, boss?"

"It's okay, but he asked me to tell you something."

"what?"

"He won't let Tang Zhenglong go!!"

Morris was confused.

(End of this chapter)