Louis was shocked. If Tang Zhenglong's first stroke of the cow's tail was a joke, then the second stroke could be said to be quite professional.

It can even be said that he is similar to Ronaldinho. Although Louis has not been hit by Ronaldinho's bull tail, he can still feel the aura.

After completing the pass, Tang Zhenglong can happily start his right-footed shot and it will go in. There is no one in front of him to hinder him.

"Shoot."

"The goalkeeper didn't react at all. The ball went directly into the dead center of the goal."

"pretty."

gooooooooooaL!!!

Tang Zhenglong ran towards Luis, "As a Brazilian, what do you think of my goal?"

"Get out!!" Lewis pushed Tang Zhenglong hard.

At this time, Podolski ran over to protect Tang Zhenglong. Now that Cologne is in the lead, he must not be impulsive.

"Don, calm down, we are ahead now."

"Don't worry, I'm angry at this unkempt guy on purpose."

Looking at Tang Zhenglong's evil smile, Podolsky felt relieved. Sometimes Tang Zhenglong was really mature, and sometimes Tang Zhenglong was like a child who had not grown up.

Cologne rebelled, and now all the pressure is on Benfica.

Santos roared at his players.

"Work harder for me, act like a man, Portuguese football has dignity, we are a team that has won the Champions League."

At this time, Benfica fans began to worry, and they remembered the famous curse - Guttmann's Curse.

Ever since the Gutman Curse, Benfica has always encountered some inexplicable things in the history of European wars.

Santos certainly knew about the curse in the team's history, but he remained unmoved. All he had to do was break the curse in the team's history.

"Offense, offense, that damn curse has to be wiped out this year."

*****

"God-level sixth sense, what kind of skill is this?" Tang Zhenglong stared blankly at this skill. The price was pretty good, and it only cost 200 big mouth points.

"It makes you feel something."

"That's the same as prediction skills."

"No, the sixth sense is a vague thing, but predictions are accurate."

Confused?

"That's of no use."

"Master, these days, 200 skill points are enough. If you want to be accurate, then spend 200 points."

"You're 2,000 years old, how dare you say that!"

But Tang Zhenglong thought it would be okay to buy one for fun.

"exchange."

"Turn on."

Suddenly, three slide-like things flashed in Tang Zhenglong's mind.

The first picture is of Schulz.

"What is this? Why is Matthias handballing the ball?"

Soon, the picture flashed by.

Then the second one.

"Holy shit!"

"Matthia was sent off with a red card."

The third picture is the score on the big screen, 3 to 2, Benfica 3, Cologne 2.

Tang Zhenglong was stunned, "What? We lost?"

Tang Zhenglong understood that these three flashing pictures were the so-called sixth sense, indicating some situations that might happen in the future.

"The key is Schultz."

Tang Zhenglong speculated that the final loss may have been caused by Schultz. The first picture showed his handball.

"It was probably a handball in the penalty area and a penalty was awarded."

Moreover, it was a package combination of a red card and a penalty kick, so it would be excusable for the team to lose in the end.

But the problem is that Tang Zhenglong only knows that things will happen, but does not know how things happen. What should he do?

"System, can you provide more information?"

"Okay, if you buy a prediction function, you'll have everything."

"Haha." Tang Zhenglong smiled bitterly, "I know you want to trick me again, but I won't."

Isn't it Schultz? I can just defend him.

The system is sweating!!

"Master, he is your teammate. Are you defending your own teammate?"

"Any questions?"

…

*****

During the corner kick, Schultz suddenly felt a cold feeling on his back, as if someone was blowing on him.

When I turned around, I saw that someone was bragging about me.

"Tang, are you crazy? Don't you know you have bad breath?"

"You're the one who has bad breath."

"By the way, why are you coming back?"

"Help with defense, I'm also a member of the team."

If someone else had said this, it would have been perfectly normal, but why did Tang Zhenglong feel so strange when he said it?

Schultz doesn’t know what’s weird about it, but it’s just weird!

Tang Zhenglong kept a close eye on Schulz. As long as there was any possibility of handball, he would stop it immediately. Even if it was said to be internal strife, it didn't matter, otherwise Cologne would lose.

This time, there was no danger. Simao's shot went high and did not pose any threat.

"fine."

I looked at the time and saw that the game was over in 2o minutes.

"Schultz is a big living person, and I want to be his nanny for 20 minutes? And that's with unilateral consent."

Tang Zhenglong felt sweaty, but there was nothing he could do. Schulz's handball was the first domino to fall. If he didn't stop it, Cologne would lose.

"System, I hate you. I would rather not know what will happen."

"Master, how can a great star like you be so negative?"

"A great star?"

Well, Tang Zhenglong can only continue.

Since Cologne is ahead and there is not much time left, the smartest way is of course to put the bus in and use up the time.

Santos waved his big hand and changed the formation on the court. On the back line of defense, Luis rushed up to the away center.

Benfica now has Luis, Gomez and Del Rey on the front line.

Santos' idea is to either die from the so-called curse, or score another goal to pull himself back from the edge of the cliff.

Benfica receives a free kick.

Rui Costa ran over to prepare for the kick-off.

"Don, be optimistic. This time I want to contribute to the team, and I want to take the lead."

Tang Zhenglong was sweating and thought to himself: "Actually, it's best for you not to do anything, just take a walk and play cards like me."

But Schultz couldn't be so obedient. He was jumping up and down, ready to rush out at any time.

Corner kick taken.

"Someone fell in the Cologne penalty area, will it be a penalty kick?" At the last moment of the game, the commentators were so nervous that they stuttered.

When the camera moved forward, everyone was dumbfounded. Tang Zhenglong pulled Schultz down. It was Cologne's own foul!!

"Tang, are you crazy? You can't even see clearly if you pull someone over."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and patted Schultz, "Matthias, I'm sorry, you look so much like Gomez. They are both top-notch handsome guys. I admit my mistake."

…

Schulz was petrified. He and Gomez had no connection at all. One was Latin and brown, and Schulz was a white German.
Chapter completed!