"You saw it on the big screen, so be shameless." Schaaf pointed to the big screen in the stadium.

The big screen will report the scores of other games in real time.

Just now, the game between Bayern and Dortmund kicked off at the same time. Dortmund scored a goal, and Klinger scored Bayern's goal with a header.

Bayern and Cologne were competing against each other, and Schaff felt that it was because of this ball that Stevens became a "villain".

Stevens didn't bother to explain, "It's my morality to let this kind of ball go. There's no problem if I don't let it go. Why do you blame me?"

"You should tell your players that football is played with your feet."

"My players know very well that they are the wild whistle of the Cologne people."

"How do you know it was a wild whistle from Cologne? Maybe it was a wild whistle blown by Werder Bremen fans."

"impossible."

The fourth official stepped forward and tried to persuade her, "If you just say a few words, it will be easier for us to have a better Christmas."

*****

"It's too intense."

"The head-to-head collision between Frings and Schultz was just a midfielder. Do they really need to fight so hard?"

Neither Frings nor Schulz got up. The Cologne players looked at it and kicked the ball out of the sideline.

The team doctor came in and after simple treatment, both of them got up.

It stands to reason that Bremen needs to throw the foul ball back to Cologne this time, but Bremen midfielder Leon Anderson not only did not return the ball to Cologne, but also threw it directly in front of Cologne's penalty area.

Klashnic takes the ball.

Matip brought him down roughly.

Yellow card!

The referee was rude, and the Cologne players came around and said, "This ball should be returned to us."

The referee knew very well that the reason why Bremen did this was because Cologne had scored a penalty kick just now, but this was outside the rules and there was nothing he could do.

"You should be ashamed."

Cologne players shouted at Anderson.

"I have nothing to be ashamed of. You just did the same thing as Tang Zhenglong."

I'll go for it.

"Can you compete with me?"

Tang Zhenglong was unconvinced, "Don't insult me. The gap between you and me is just like an ant and an elephant. I am the top scorer. You will never be able to score the goals I score in one game."

"you……"

Anderson was furious.

"Then tell me, how many goals have you scored since joining Bremen?"

"I am a defensive midfielder. It is not my responsibility to score goals."

"Hahaha."

"Tang, stop arguing, go and lie down behind the wall."

sweat!

"Hey, hey, that's a tactic, why are you so low-key when it comes out of your mouth?"

Tang Zhenglong went to lie down behind the human wall.

"Hahaha, this is a tactic invented by Tang. We call him the Lying Human Wall."

But this time when Cologne met Micoud, the Frenchman didn't play tricks. As soon as the whistle blew, he curved the ball around the wall and into the blind corner of the goal.

"pretty!!"

"goooooal."

Schaff rushed to Stevens to celebrate, "Did you see it? This is the strength of the Bundesliga champion."

On the pitch, the Bremen players were so bad that they all lay down together when celebrating.

"Haha, is this a tribute to Tang?"

"Don, they seem to be mocking you."

"You don't have to say it." Tang Zhenglong glared at Schultz.

"You can lie down during free kicks from now on, but I won't go."

"I don't."

*****

"This game has changed. Both sides have lost their sportsmanship. Is this okay?"

Soon, a player was injured in Bremen's half, this time one of Bremen's own was injured, but the Bremen players did not kick the ball out of the sideline and continued to attack.

"One of your own is injured."

Bremen ignored it, but made a mistake when passing the ball, and the ball went to Cologne's feet.

"Our man is injured, please kick the ball out of the sideline."

"I'm going to choke you. It's so obscene. When you lose the ball, do you think of sportsmanship?"

The ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet.

"Come into the penalty area, then I can shoot."

Just when Tang Zhenglong was about to break through, the referee blew the whistle.

"What?"

The referee has the right to blow the whistle if he feels the injury is serious.

"He's just pretending."

The Bremen team doctor pretended to enter the field and treated the player, then the player stood up and the game continued.

This situation requires a dropped ball to resume play.

Tang Zhenglong approached the referee and said, "Referee, this game cannot be like this. There is no morality at all. How can we be like this as a human being?"

"The most important thing in sports is not winning or losing, but the spirit."

The referee was dumbfounded. Klose said it was nothing, but Tang Zhenglong...

"If that's what you really feel, then the penalty shouldn't have been taken."

"That was what the head coach asked me to play. He said it must be scored, but there was nothing I could do."

"So that's it, I blamed you wrongly."

"It doesn't matter, I'll always take the blame."

"..."

*****

"Give me the ball."

The ball flew towards Tang Zhenglong.

"System, activate the stance skill."

"OK."

When Tang Zhenglong got the ball, Frings kicked Tang Zhenglong, but Tang Zhenglong didn't move at all.

"Hey, that's not right, he seemed to have kicked me."

After three seconds, Tang Zhenglong suddenly fell to the ground.

To be honest, the referee saw that Frings kicked Tang Zhenglong, but Tang Zhenglong fell down after a few seconds. This was too fake.

"Yellow card!"

"What?" Tang Zhenglong was angry, "He kicked me, look."

There is also a stain on the socks from being kicked.

"If you fell to the ground right away, then I would definitely call it a penalty, but you took so many seconds..." the referee shrugged.

"My reflex arc is relatively slow, isn't it okay?"

"Haha, then you need to see a doctor."

Tang Zhenglong regretted a little. If he knew that his opponent's foul was so obvious, he would not have activated the stance skill, because once the stance skill was activated, he would not be able to defeat him even if he wanted to.

After the referee left, Frins wondered: "Don, I don't understand."

"What?"
To be continued...