"Tang, why don't you become an actor? Being a player is a waste of talent." Flins began to mutter beside Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong glanced at him and looked at him with great contempt, "Shut up."

"Haha, congratulations, you stole another ball. If there is an award for the best stolen ball in the Golden Globe Awards, then you must be the only winner."

"Really? Thank you then."

A ding sound.

Task: block Lucas's inevitable goal with your hands.

Reward: 500 points.

Penalty: 1000 points deducted.

Tang Zhenglong was stunned again.

"System, then it's a red card, and you're still playing p."

"Master, if you block your team's inevitable goal with your hands, you don't need to get a red card. You will just get blank looks from your teammates and collective ridicule from your opponents."

"Just?"

"Say it again, do you have any misunderstanding about this word?"

"That's all."

"That's very serious. My face is very important."

puff.

The system's laughter broke Tang Zhenglong's heart.

"asshole!!"

After thinking about it, Tang Zhenglong asked: "How do you know that Lucas will appear and score a goal?"

"Of course I know this."

Tang Zhenglong felt that this seemed to have room for clichés, and it was equivalent to a free prediction skill.

"Master, don't think about good things. It's impossible for you to trick me. I only have so much information for you."

sweat!!

Tang Zhenglong estimated that this was a positional mission, and he had no initiative. He just followed the instructions and was laughed at.

After thinking about it, I felt really unhappy. How could this be possible?

Soon, the opportunity came. With a cross from the wing, Podolski took the lead and completed the header.

Just as the ball was about to go in and Cologne was about to celebrate, Tang Zhenglong flew out.

"Don, what are you doing?"

Tang Zhenglong made a very funny falling action, swinging his hands in the air to find balance, and at this moment, his hand touched the ball.

This time the handball was too obvious and the referee blew the whistle immediately.

"Give him a red card." Flins said happily.

The referee pointed at his head, and Flinn suddenly felt humiliated. But after thinking about it, he realized that this was Tang Zhenglong's inevitable goal when he blocked his teammate.

Damn it!

Rather than scoring a goal, Frings would rather see Tang Zhenglong sent off, which would be great.

Podolsky rushed to Tang Zhenglong, "Tang, if there is no reasonable explanation this time, I will never be done with you."

Lucas was really angry. He was about to score with such a beautiful header, but Tang Zhenglong suddenly came over to help.

"Explanation? I can explain it, because my life is in danger and I must stay away from Wei Ze."

"Why? I didn't see any violation from the opponent's goalkeeper. And if the opponent really made a move against you, then it would be a penalty kick. What are you hiding from?"

"No, I didn't say he violated me, I said he threatened my life."

Podolsky was angry, "Don, I don't accept this explanation. Could it be that he knows magic? He could harm you through the air?"

"It's not magic, it's worse than magic."

Podolsky was so angry that his chest hurt.

"I'm waiting for you to say..."

Tang Zhenglong put on a serious expression and said, "He farted, and it smelled so bad that I ran away here."

"I didn't expect it to hit the goalpost. You can't blame me, can you?"

Podolsky Khan.

There are no surprises. This explanation is quite unreliable, but it is really Tang Zhenglong.

"Lucas, if you don't believe me, go and smell behind Weezer."

"Go away! You owe me a ball, this matter is not over yet."

Tang Zhenglong put his hands on his hips and said, "Don't go too far. Are you satisfied with me being smoked to death by him?"

Podolsky closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and took a breath, "Why do you do so many weird things?"

"Can you blame me?"

"Can you blame me!!"

Mourinho was stunned, "Is this guy preparing to be a goalkeeper?"

The goodwill he had just established was gone again. Mourinho discovered that Tang Zhenglong was the incarnation of an angel and a devil. He could score weird goals at one moment, and block the inevitable goals from his teammates with his hands at the next.

"Mino, do you think there is something wrong with Tang Zhenglong's brain?"

"I think your brain is the only one with the problem. Jose, I've tolerated you for a long time. With such a good player, don't you have the patience to sit through a game?"

"If that's the case, then get out! I won't give it away."

Mourinho was shocked. It must be said that sudden outbursts can sometimes shock others. Mourinho patted Raiola's chubby belly.

"Mino, why are you so angry? We are all good friends. I also look at the problem from the perspective of a professional coach. As you know, the Premier League is different from the Bundesliga. The reporters there are more venomous than me."

"I believe that Tang Zhenglong will do very well in England. He is not afraid of others' slander."

"Okay, I will seriously consider your proposal. By the way, how much is Tang Zhenglong worth?"

"About £15 million."

Mourinho's face immediately fell, "What did you say?"

"1500 dollars."

This time Mourinho really stood up, not just pretending.

"Mino, you are kidding me. Goodbye."

Raiola sneered in his heart: "Haha, you are pretending to me again, I think you will come back soon."

Raiola looked at his watch. Five minutes later, Mourinho had not returned.

"Oops, I'm really gone."

Raiola quickly chased after him, "Jose, don't leave! If you have something to say, please tell me and I'll give you a discount."

*****

Corner kick, this time Bremen players have more experience and require the opponent to put the ball into the corner flag area before giving up.

"Everyone, remember, if Cologne takes a set kick from now on, we can't even blink." Frings reminded everyone.

As if Cologne was deliberately provoking, Tang Zhenglong ran over to take a corner kick.

"I swear if he falls down again this time, I will step on him."

Tang Zhenglong actually fell down again, and the whole audience burst into laughter.

"Tang Zhenglong really thinks we are fools."

Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong got up and drove a curve ball to the back of the penalty area. The Bremen players were startled and ran back, but Cologne had already completed the header.

"A very threatening header, a little too high. Cologne calculated against Bremen again."

The referee was helpless, and the Bremen players came to complain again.

"Okay, I know you are angry, and I also know that Tang Zhenglong is a bastard, but nothing he does is illegal."

"Is it illegal to fall during a run-up?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

The referee shrugged, "So I can only say that you met a bastard who uses the rules reasonably."

Once the Bremen players discuss it, the referee can't control it, right?
Chapter completed!