1 to 0.

The camera is pushed to the big screen.

"If the game ends with this score, then Cologne will be eliminated."

Stevens was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

The farthest distance in the world is looking at 1-0 and just can't catch up.

Tang Zhenglong was also a little anxious.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter who scores the goal, what matters is that we advance."

Tang Zhenglong is going to find an assist skill card to help his teammates score goals.

"Damn, the name of this skill is so tacky - the free kick pass will definitely arrive."

The price is quite reasonable, 200 points.

"Can't the system have a more domineering name? For example, like David Beckham, who passes the ball in a cool and unrestrained way."

"Master, wouldn't it be nice to be concise and to the point?"

"Damn, you still know such difficult idioms? Aren't you an idiot system?"

Ding!

"Take off your big mouth."

sweat.

"I was wrong."

Tang Zhenglong redeemed his skills. Cologne pressed his opponent and had many free kick opportunities. This time it was another free kick on the right side of the court.

But there are no free kick experts in Cologne, which is a major disadvantage.

Tang Zhenglong ran towards Podolski first, "Lucas, you are at the back post of the penalty area, I will pass the ball to you."

Podolsky pushed Tang Zhenglong and said, "I'm not in the mood to joke with you."

"It's true. I know I'm usually unreliable."

"You still know?"

"Yes!"

"But I won't do it this time. We are all about to be eliminated."

Seeing Tang Zhenglong's sincere expression, Podolsky became a little convinced.

"Okay, I believe you."

Tang Zhenglong laughed in his heart, have you been fooled? You want me to pass the ball to you? No way!!

Tang Zhenglong made an agreement with Matip first, asking him to grab points, while Podolski should go to the back point to attract the defense.

Tang Zhenglong ran over and prepared to take a free kick.

When the skill is turned on, it is a circle that can be moved. The ball will be passed to whoever is circled. It is relatively easy to understand.

"Ha ha."

"Set up Matip."

"I circle, I circle, I..."

"System, why can't I target Matip?"

"Master, you can only pass the ball to the forwards, Matip is the defensive midfielder."

…

"Trick me again!!"

"Master, you can target Lucas."

"I do not want."

"Then...there's nothing I can do."

Tang Zhenglong wanted to cry.

"Master, hurry up, you will lose the right to circle after the referee blows the whistle."

Tang Zhenglong could only pinpoint Podolsky with a very unhappy mood.

*****

"There is not much time left for Cologne, let's take a look at this free kick opportunity."

"Tang Zhenglong kicks off."

The trajectory of the ball's flight was unremarkable, and it looked like it could be easily defended. But what I didn't expect was that the ball miraculously came to the back point and accurately found Podolski's head.

"Damn it, Tang really didn't lie to me."

Podolsky had thought ten thousand times that Tang Zhenglong must have lied to him. This guy valued the best scorer very seriously.

But I didn't expect...

"It seems that Don still has Cologne in his heart. He loves Cologne. At the critical moment, the team's interests are the most important."

If Tang Zhenglong knew the os in Podolsky's heart at this time, he would probably spit in his face, "I just don't have a choice!"

The free kick went to the back post and the cake went into his mouth. Podolski gave the ball a light push and headed the ball into the near corner of the goal, eating the cake easily.

The RheinEnergie Arena is boiling. This is a goal that brings life back to life.

"goooooal."

"Lucas' goal brought Cologne back from the brink."

"Who scored for us?"

"Tang Zhenglong."

"Lucas."

"Who scored for us?"

"Tang Zhenglong."

"Lucas."

The whole audience was shouting for Lucas, but Tang Zhenglong alone shouted dully: "Tang Zhenglong."

"Forget it, I'll just be an unsung hero."

"Master, you are great."

"Thank you, cheating system."

After celebrating with his teammates, Podolski ran to Tang Zhenglong and said, "Tang, your passes are so beautiful, pass them to me from now on."

Tang Zhenglong almost vomited blood, "How about later?"

"It depends on the situation, or you can pass the ball to me more."

"Of course."

Podolsky patted Tang Zhenglong.

"I'm not happy."

When Tang Zhenglong entered the system, he had to find a scoring skill. Now he and Podolski both have one goal in the UEFA Cup.

Looking around, Tang Zhenglong noticed a skill.

"Baisian arc?"

"I'll strangle you."

etc!

Tang Zhenglong remembered that he had been tricked by copycat skills before, Mamadonna, and he had been tricked miserably that time. Could this Bayesian arc also be a copycat?

At first glance, it costs 200 points. Is it so cheap?

"System, is this Bayesian arc a copycat?"

"Master, this is not a copycat."

"How is it possible that it only costs 200 mouthfuls?"

Tang Zhenglong has been tricked so many times and is now cautious.

"The Bebe here is not Beckham's Bebe, but Bebeto."

"Bebeto?"

Tang Zhenglong thought about it and found that Bebeto was a Brazilian international player of the same generation as Romario and should be pretty good, but what is his free kick level? That's not clear.

"System, I want the real Bézier arc."
To be continued...