"I'm afraid I've betrayed everyone's trust."

"No, no."

Everyone laughed and seemed relieved that someone finally took the hot potato.

Tang Zhenglong was unhappy. He didn't respect me at ordinary times, but he thought of me at critical moments. I'm not a scapegoat.

"But let me declare in advance that if the penalty is missed, it is not my responsibility."

Everyone smiled and shook their heads, "Of course it's not your responsibility, we are a team."

Unexpectedly, something happened that shocked everyone.

Tang Zhenglong found some paper and asked everyone to sign it.

"You're talking nonsense, write it down for me."

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Tang, what are you doing?"

"Write it down." Tang Zhenglong walked up to Schultz with the paper in hand, "Just write that the missed penalty kick had nothing to do with Tang Zhenglong."

"Don't make trouble, okay?"

"What you said just now was so good, but it turned out that you were lying to me."

"No one lied to you."

"Okay, write it down."

Schultz was stunned for a moment, then picked up the pen and wrote according to Tang Zhenglong's request.

The rest of the people had no choice but to write it down. Tang Zhenglong was satisfied and said, "Okay, I will take responsibility for everyone."

What!

This is called taking responsibility!!

After picking the sides, Newcastle were the first to take the penalty, and the first player they sent to take the penalty was Duff.

The Irishman placed the ball, took a deep breath, took a run, and shot.

There was a bang.

The atmosphere in the audience suddenly exploded, and Duff flew away.

"It's too much pressure."

Teammates ran over to comfort Duff.

"It's Cologne's turn, who will stand up?"

Tang Zhenglong walked out.

"I guessed that Cologne might send Tang. Regardless of whether the kick is scored or not, I think Tang is the most suitable to be the first to take the penalty."

If Tang Zhenglong could hear Hiller's explanation at this time, I don't know what he would think.

Ji Wen deliberately kicked Tang Zhenglong's ball away.

"What's the meaning?"

The referee warned Given and he said there was something wrong with the ball and there was not enough air pressure.

"I tried it and the ball was a little soft."

Ji Wen shrugged. He thought he could interfere with Tang Zhenglong and change the ball at most, but what he didn't expect was that he met Tang Zhenglong.

"I don't care, I want that ball, you pick it up for me, otherwise I refuse to take the penalty kick."

The referee was also dumbfounded, "Tang, can you change it?"

"No, that's my lucky ball. I decided that ball is it."

Ji Wen was dumbfounded.

"Don, there's no rule that requires me to pick up the ball for you."

"Okay then, I won't kick anymore."

Trouble.

The referee pointed not far away and said, "Go and get the ball back."

Ji Wen was dumbfounded, "Referee, why do you want to meet his unreasonable request?"

"If you hadn't kicked the ball away, nothing would have happened next,"

"yes!"

Ji Wen now knows what it means to be trapped in a cocoon. He originally kicked the ball away intentionally to disgust Tang Zhenglong, but he didn't expect to pick it up obediently now.

Given bravely picked up the ball.

"for you."

Tang Zhenglong took the ball and placed it at the penalty spot.

The referee warned Tang Zhenglong, "Don't cause trouble for me anymore, hurry up and shoot."

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

Run-up, shoot.

Tang Zhenglong didn't make any fake moves, he just kicked the ball to the left side of the goal. The ball was too fast and Ji Wen didn't pounce on it.

1 to 0.

Cologne took the lead in the penalty shootout.

The penalty shootout was a psychological torture, and Shearer was restless in the commentary box.

"This is more nervous than when I compete."

After the first four rounds, Newcastle were one goal behind, which was the penalty Duff missed.

In the fifth round, Podolski stepped up to the penalty spot.

"The situation is very clear now. If Lucas scores a penalty, Newcastle will be eliminated. Otherwise, Newcastle will still have a chance."

Podolsky walked out, and Tang Zhenglong caught up two steps, "Lucas, don't put pressure on you because of me."

Podolsky was stunned, "Where do you start talking about this?"

Tang Zhenglong patted Podolski lightly, "I know I scored the first goal, and now I am a hero. You are afraid that you will not score the penalty and drag down the whole team. What I want to tell you is that we will not do this.

Thought."

…

"Does this comfort me or disgust me?" Podolsky thought to himself.

"Don, I don't think so."

"Don't be brave, you must think so, I understand you."

Podolsky forced a smile and said, "Don, I really don't think so."

"If you don't think that way, it's not normal."

"Don!!!" Podolsky shouted.

"what!!"

"Don't mess with me."

sweat!

Tang Zhenglong retreated, Podolski walked to the penalty spot, and he placed the ball. Given was good this time and did not interfere with the Cologne players, lest the opponent bite back like Tang Zhenglong.

Podolsky glanced at the door and started to run.

The whole audience held their breath, this goal was scored, then Cologne would advance.

Podolski fired a low shot, the ball flew towards the center of the goal, and Given jumped in the wrong direction.

The ball went in!

goooooooooal!!

Shearer took off his headphones. He was a little disappointed, and the Newcastle players on the field looked sad.

Tang Zhenglong was celebrating wildly, and suddenly several Newcastle players came.

"What are you doing?" Tang Zhenglong put his two fists in front of himself.

The Newcastle players were happy and extended their hands.

"Don, congratulations."

"Congratulate me?"

"Spread your hands."
To be continued...