big mouth ball king

Chapter 96 Give Me a Penalty
Paulson was taken aback.

In today's football world where running is king, someone can say such a thing.

"I'm curious, how did someone like you get into Cologne? Could it be that Cologne is so bad now?"

"Or does Cologne want to explore the Chinese market?"

As we all know, the Chinese market is now a sweet potato, and everyone wants to make a fortune.

"Yes, so don't offend me, or you will offend the Chinese fans. Do you know how many Chinese fans there are?"

"do not know."

"Denmark only has a few million people. We have more people in one city in China than in your whole country."

"so smart?"

Paulson felt that he seemed to be brought in by Tang Zhenglong. This guy is very bad, so he should be careful.

After slapping Ashaoer in the face twice, Tang Zhenglong earned 200 big mouth points, and was about to use it, so he entered the system to have a look.

I have used all corner kicks to grab points, just like that, change to a fresh one, it seems that Tang Zhenglong saw a skill card called "Send Point Card".

"what is this?"

"Send a point card, as the name suggests, it is to let the opponent send you a penalty kick."

"What are the conditions?"

"Two conditions. First, the distance between you and your opponent must be within 10 meters. Second, the opponent's dislike value for you must be above 70. 100 is the full limit."

Tang Zhenglong nodded, "Then how much does Paulson dislike me?"

"65."

dumbfounded.

"It's less than 70? My character is too good."

……

……

"Okay, exchange it for one."

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself, "Isn't it a very cool thing to let the person who hates me the most personally deliver a penalty kick?"

"Hahaha."

"what?"

Paulson found that Tang Zhenglong was giggling alone, and he didn't know why.

After a while, Schalke was attacking, and Tang Zhenglong had nothing to do in Schalke's half.

He approached Paulson and asked abruptly, "Is there anything you hate the most?"

"Yes, you!!"

sweat.

"Apart from me?"

"Totti."

"I know, is there any more? For example, you were dumped when you were young. By the way, what was the name of your first girlfriend?"

"Why should I tell you!"

"What kind of girl do you like? Fat? Skinny? Tall? Short? Young or old?"

"Are you trying to provoke me and beat you up, then you will succeed."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "No, I really didn't mean that."

"From now on, no matter what you say, I will pretend that I didn't hear it." Paulson said with a smirk.

He himself is a master of mischief on the court, of course he knows what Tang Zhenglong is thinking.

Tang Zhenglong is also very sweaty, this guy is not good at oil and salt, what should we do?Could it be possible to kick him in the face a few times?

It's definitely not going to work.

Tang Zhenglong suddenly realized that he still had two Marseille turns to be useless.

"I have an idea. The biggest humiliation for a player is always in football."

Tang Zhenglong patted Paulson.

"what?"

"I want to tell you, I will turn around you with Marseille later."

Paulson thought, "Are you stupid?"

Don't say whether you can do it, even if you can do it, why tell me in advance?

Tang Zhenglong also saw what Paulson was thinking, he laughed, "I tell you first that I want to make it a little more difficult for myself, otherwise it would be too easy for a player of your level."

Paulson wasn't angry either, who wouldn't talk about it.

The commentator Const has been paying attention to Tang Zhenglong's performance.

"Tang seldom takes the ball, and the opponent is different. Can Tang still show his magic?"

In fact, Cologne's teammates also think so. Tang Zhenglong is definitely not Cologne's thigh. This guy is unreliable, but whenever the team is in trouble, he can always stand up.

If you use Schultz's words, it is that Tang Zhenglong is a player who underdraws.

The ball came to Tang Zhenglong's feet, and Paulson immediately posted it.

"Come and let me see." Paulson thought to himself.

"Marseilles turn around."

Tang Zhenglong dribbled the ball with his right foot.

At first glance, I felt that the ball was a bit too big. It seemed to be a mistake. Paulson also made a shot.

Just when everyone thought that Tang Zhenglong was pulling the ball too far, they saw that Tang Zhenglong stepped on the ball lightly, pulled the ball, and then...he passed Paulson.

"My God, the Dane is like a fool, his tackles are totally useless."

Paulson was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded, and only he in the world knew why he was so dumbfounded, because Tang Zhenglong had warned him before that he was going to use Marseilles to turn around him, and it actually happened.

After completing the dribble, Tang Zhenglong distributed the ball to Podolski.

Then he faced Paulson again, thrusting his waist, and said cheerfully, "I told you a long time ago, but you still didn't guard against it."

Paulson didn't say anything, but Tang Zhenglong's goal was achieved, and his dislike value exceeded 70.

After 10 minutes, Schalke's home court was dumbfounded. The fans didn't know which muscle Paulson made a mistake. He actually made an extremely stupid handball in the penalty area.

Rangnick stood up, and he couldn't bear to look at him, who had always been good-tempered, because Paulson was like a fool.

Just now Tang Zhenglong picked the ball to Podolski in the penalty area, but Paulson actually patted the ball with his hands.

"What's wrong with me?"

"How could I do such a stupid thing?"

Paulson felt as though his brain had short-circuited.

Tang Zhenglong chuckled, "Thank you for the penalty."

"It's not a penalty, I didn't mean to."

Tang Zhenglong sweated, "Could it be that you are mad with anger?"

The penalty I created, of course I took the penalty myself. This is Tang Zhenglong's motto in life.

Podolski didn't grab it either.

"Lucas, do you want to take a penalty kick? As long as you call me Prince Cologne, I can give it to you."

Podolski made a shut-up gesture to Tang Zhenglong.

Facing the goalkeeper, Tang Zhenglong once again staged a grandfather's walk-style penalty kick.

The audience booed.

Booooooooooo.

"Asshole, are you not full?"

Tang Zhenglong repeated the old trick, walking slowly, and then speeding up abruptly.

But this time, Tang Zhenglong messed up. The ball he kicked fooled the goalkeeper, but hit the post.

Paulson could be considered to have seized the opportunity. He ran in front of Tang Zhenglong and made a provocative gesture, "You can't score a tricked penalty kick."

Tang Zhenglong was very upset.

He smiled at Paulson: "It doesn't matter, anyway, you will give me a penalty later."

Paulson was dumbfounded.

"You really think of yourself as a magic stick!!"

　Editor's notice, it's going to be on the shelves on July 7st, and the results are mediocre, but it's been two months, let's talk about it first, I'll save a few days of manuscripts, and I hope readers will understand, after all, the shelves don't explode too much. . . .In a word, thank you all.

　　
　
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