big mouth ball king

Chapter 95

"Rudy, I suggest you get an X-ray anyway, your nose is probably broken."

The team doctor made a diagnosis and suggested.

"Which bastard kicked me!"

"It's the Chinese player in Cologne."

"..."

"I'm going to kill him."

Ashor was mad.

Rangnick shouted, "He probably didn't mean to."

"He must have done it on purpose."

"I watched it in slow motion, and if it was intentional, then his footwork is too strong."

"powerful?"

A Shaoer was unwilling to admit that Tang Zhenglong was strong even if he was beaten to death, but if he was careless, wouldn't he be beaten for nothing?

"I don't care, I'm going to sue him."

"Rudy, I still suggest you listen to the doctor and leave the court first."

"no way!!"

Ashor wiped his face, put his sunglasses back on, and smoked a cigar.

"I want to watch my team destroy Cologne with my own eyes and trample that nasty Chinese underfoot."

On the court, the Schalke players protested to the referee, the purpose of course was to apply for a yellow card for Tang Zhenglong.

The two defensive midfielders, one is Paulson and the other is Ernst, are gesturing to play cards.

"This must be a card, that kid obviously did it on purpose."

The referee shook his head. "Obviously, it was an accident. He wanted to make a clearance. I noticed that he didn't even look up when he kicked the ball. If he did it on purpose, it can only mean that he should go to Bayern."

"Going to Bayern?"

"Just by him?"

Paulson is unwilling to admit that such a person can go to Bayern anyway, so he can only shut up.

The game continues.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous."

Tang Zhenglong felt that he was lucky. He kicked their domineering president in the face at Schalke's home court. Thinking about it, it was a particularly bloody thing. Fortunately, it didn't cause public outrage, otherwise he might have been beaten.

Just a few minutes after the game restarted, there was only a ding.

"A mission again?"

When Tang Zhenglong saw it, he almost knelt on the ground in fright.

"System, do you really want me to die!"

It turns out that the task is to do the previous task again, and the reward remains the same.

"Master, anyway, if you earn 200 Dazui points, if you spend 100, you can still earn something."

Tang Zhenglong cried, "This has nothing to do with the big mouth, but if I bombard Ashaoer's donkey face twice in a row, then I really can't tell."

"Master, challenge yourself, don't you find it interesting?"

"..."

"Funny Nima!!!"

*****
"Yes, that's the way to fight!"

Schalke shot 5 times, while Cologne still had zero shots. Even if Bayern came to this stadium, it would have to lose a lot of skin, let alone Cologne. After the opening, they didn't adapt to this atmosphere at all.

And Podolski almost disappeared in Schalke's defense alone, and Tang Zhenglong's connection with him was completely interrupted.

Aschau kept waving, and every time Schalke attacked, it was as if he was playing on the pitch himself.

"Goal!"

Kuranyi's header in the penalty area was saved, and Asauer was as regretful as a missed opportunity for a lore.

"Oh my god, if this guy was like Klose, we would have scored three."

At this time, Asauer saw Tang Zhenglong who was walking and doing nothing, and smiled at Rangnick: "Look at that guy, doesn't he look like an idiot? I bet he won't even get a single shot in this game."

The voice just fell.

Rangnick's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. He couldn't believe his eyes, "Could it be that I'm watching the replay?"

The scene from ten minutes ago was repeated, even the sunglasses flew out in the same direction.

This time the Schalke players quit and all gathered.

"What else do you have to say this time, you 100% did it on purpose."

"Red card, otherwise I refuse to continue the game."

Tang Zhenglong still had a harmless expression, the referee ran over and called Tang Zhenglong aside first.

"This one……"

He was also in a dilemma. If he said that Tang Zhenglong was careless, he would not believe it if he was killed, but if he said that Tang Zhenglong did it on purpose, it seemed impossible.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "How is it possible? Even if I thought about it, I couldn't kick it so accurately."

"Does that mean you want to do it?"

"Referee, was your German taught by your history teacher?" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

"I'm assuming, referee, I'm a foreigner, my German is not very good, or I can find a translator."

Tang Zhenglong called Schultz, "Matia, please translate for me."

"it is good."

After a while, the referee felt that he had been tricked. There was no need for an interpreter. The Chinese was very fluent in German.

"Okay, I don't care so much, I warn you, whether you do it on purpose or not, as long as it happens again, I will give you a red card."

Tang Zhenglong was praying, "System, please don't trick me."

But Tang Zhenglong was too worried, this time Ashaoer really couldn't hold on anymore, he left.

But the Schalke players on the field hated Tang Zhenglong to the core. This guy who slapped Assauer in the face was slapping the team, that is, slapping the entire team.

Paulson leaned over and said with a smirk, "Don, do you think you are the only one who would be "unintentional"?"

"What? You will too?"

"Ha ha."

Tang Zhenglong scolded in his heart, this Danish bastard is very bad, you think I'm Totti, so stupid.

"I warn you, don't bully people, I'm a stranger."

"Screw you."

*****
Stevens' tactic is to endure, show weakness first, and put on a look of incompetence. After the opponent attacks a few waves, the team will seize the opportunity to counterattack.

It has to be said that Stevens is well aware of the survival wisdom of the underdog.

Schalke made a wrong pass in the frontcourt. Cologne counterattacked with a long pass. The ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet, but he didn't open it.

Rangnick looked at it and felt that Tang Zhenglong had a good sense of position, he didn't stick to the ball, and he was a bit capable.

But looking at it again, Rangnick withdrew his previous evaluation. It stands to reason that in this case, if Podolski has the ball, Tang Zhenglong should quickly insert it diagonally into the penalty area and go to the middle to meet possible passes.

But Tang Zhenglong stood still.

Even Paulson couldn't understand it. Shouldn't this kind of ball be moved quickly?
"Why don't you move? Will you not be scolded to death by the coach?"

Paulson thought the head coach would be mad if something like this happened to him.

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Only low-level players move. It's OK for me to stand up and play like this."

(End of this chapter)