"Sorensen header."

"The ball...went in."

Const was helpless. The ball was thrown too easily. The opponent made a pass from the wing and the ball was pushed in the middle.

After the goal, the Rheinenergy Stadium was completely silent. Stevens was very angry, "Did you not eat?"

There is nothing that can be done about this unexpected ball, but Stevens is still a little angry when it occurs in such a crucial game.

What made the home fans even more angry was that after the goal, the Odense head coach made an insulting gesture - shut up.

He put his finger to his mouth as a sign of shutting up.

This angered the Cologne fans. Who are you? Why did you pull? Didn’t you just score a goal?

It is easy to cause trouble by provoking on the court. Of course the Cologne players refused, so they made a collective decision.

Enter Tang Zhenglong!

"Damn it, why should I do it?"

"Because you are the captain."

Tang Zhenglong looked at the captain's armband on Podolski's arm and said, "You are warning you, if anything happens, call me captain. I don't want to be captain anymore."

"Tang, are you just going to watch the other party humiliate us?"

"Come up." Tang Zhenglong pointed at Schultz.

"It's not working well for me. That guy is most afraid of you."

Tang Zhenglong knew that everyone was fooling him, which was actually too much, but Tang Zhenglong was a person who liked to stir up trouble, so he couldn't hold it back and got involved.

"Matthia, come on, let's go perform."

Tang Zhenglong and Schultz came to the billboard. Schultz played Bruce and Tang Zhenglong played himself.

Tang Zhenglong held Schultz's head and turned it.

"ah!"

"Quickly spray xx brand analgesic."

When Bruce saw it, he was completely angry. He didn't even want to pretend anymore. He walked over and said, "Didn't you say you were careless and you won't pretend now?"

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "I don't know what you are talking about. I just took money from this company and performed as required. It's none of your business!"

Bruce was furious.

"Tang Zhenglong, you'd better admit all this like a man."

"I am a man, a tough and good man, I don't need to prove it at all."

Tang Zhenglong patted Schultz and asked, "How is your neck?"

"Don't tell me, it's so clever."

"I told you a long time ago, don't come near the sideline. Next time you come near the sideline, I will just twist your head off."

"I'm sorry, I don't dare anymore."

Bruce turned around and confronted Tang Zhenglong, "You are provoking."

"If you dare to push me, I will fall to the ground immediately."

Bruce pushed him hard, and Tang Zhenglong fell to the ground with a cry.

"Your acting skills are disgusting."

But the referee didn't see it that way. It was just like when Van der Sar and Simeone fell to the ground. The whole world knew it was fake, but as long as you do it on the football field, don't blame your opponent for cheating you.

The referee pointed to the stands.

"The opponent's coach was sent to the stands. From the moment he provoked the home fans, he lost his calm and he paid the price."

The audience burst into applause.

"Good punishment."

"Good punishment."

At this point, Bruce completely lost his mind and did what Klinsmann had done back then, which was to kick the billboard off the courtside.

The whole place roared.

"Bruce kicked down the billboard. He...maybe he will pay a greater price after the game."

Teammates from Cologne all patted Tang Zhenglong’s head, “I just said we should send Tang Zhenglong.”

"Yes, yes, what else do you want us to do if you have Tang?"

"That's right."

Tang Zhenglong showed a very coquettish smile, "Don't say useless things, call me captain and listen."

…

"It's over, it's over. We are very busy. Let's continue the game."

Tang Zhenglong had a dark face, "Beast, if you want me to get ahead next time, don't even think about it."

Bruce, who was sent to the stands, calmed down and passed the instructions on a small piece of paper.

"Defend across the board and hold on to one ball advantage."

Soon, Odense began to retreat, and Stevens also knew what his opponent was thinking.

"We need at least two goals to advance."

On the court, Cologne attacked more resolutely, with Podolski assuming the core responsibility and Tang Zhenglong swimming up front.

After entering the system, Tang Zhenglong has 1,000 big mouth points.

"I'm so rich, so happy."

Just when Tang Zhenglong was selecting skills, the system noticed, "Master, shooting skills are of no use to you. The opponent's big man has a very good defensive ability. He has cut off the connection between you and your teammates."

"that's true!"

"What should I do? Do you have the skills to walk a goal?"

"Master, you are lazier than I thought."

…

Tang Zhenglong was sweating on his forehead, feeling a little ashamed. After all, he was the second-tier German Golden Boot.

"By the way, I still have two accelerator cards. I'll use one more."

Tang Zhenglong estimated that big men were generally slower, and using speed to break through would be effective, but Tang Zhenglong was wrong again.

If it is a counterattack, the accelerator card is very useful, but when the opponent returns to defense at this time, the effect of the accelerator card is not so good.

"Why did Tang get into the crowd?" The commentator couldn't understand.

"Tang's speed is very fast, but the opponent is densely defending and there are too many people."

It is said that great strength can produce miracles. Tang Zhenglong wanted to run fast and produce miracles. What if he accidentally got passed by me? Wouldn’t that be beautiful?

But such a thing did not happen. Tang Zhenglong bumped into Laursen's body, and the referee even sentenced him to "rear-end collision".

"He hit me!"

The referee pointed to his own eyes and said, "I can see clearly that you hit him."

Laursen patted Tang Zhenglong and said with a smile: "You are rear-ending me."

"What rear-end collision?"

"You can't drive?"

"Driving?" Tang Zhenglong smiled. The driving he was thinking of was not what Laursen was referring to.

So Laurson never knew why Tang Zhenglong showed a mysterious smile at this time.

"ill!"

At the end of the first half, the score was 1-0, with Odense taking the lead. The Cologne fans were a little worried. This seemed a bit precarious. The opponent was trying to defend one goal.

"There are still 45 minutes left. Cologne needs at least one goal, otherwise they will be eliminated."

Stevens deliberately stayed until the end. He left Tang Zhenglong and Podolsky behind, "You have too little contact. Give the opponent more passes."

"Don, remember the team's interests are the most important."

Tang Zhenglong was unhappy. Why was he saying this to himself, as if he didn't care about the interests of the team?

"Boss, I think we need an offensive core. You can make me the core. From now on, everyone will pass the ball to me."

Stevens was stunned. This kid would engage in blackmail at the critical moment.

"Tang, the core is not established by the coach, but by your own performance to conquer your teammates."

"Well, you can replace me with a teammate like Matip. I can't conquer a teammate like Schultz."
Chapter completed!