Moyes took a sip of coffee. He had been watching the video for more than an hour, and the biggest feeling was that it was magical.

Yes.

God.

"Is it possible that this kid is really Inzaghi?"

Tang Zhenglong's goal was either a piece of cake-eating that was so lucky that it exploded, or it was a global wave. This is really difficult to explain with normal thinking.

"No wonder I was attracted by Jose. It's quite interesting."

But now that it's under his control, all previous records are invalid. Tomorrow, Moyes will personally test how much Tang Zhenglong weighs.

It started to rain lightly the next day, which is normal for the UK. The sun doesn't come out a few times a year, so light rain is the most common weather.

Tang Zhenglong was a little uncomfortable with it, "No wonder British people talk about the weather when they meet. The weather here is really weird."

Howard patted Tang Zhenglong and said, "Just get used to it. Welcome to the UK."

"Ha ha."

At the end of the grouping, Tang Zhenglong got a blue vest and entered the substitute group. Like Tang Zhenglong, there were Van der Meyde, Gravesen, Cahill and others.

Graveson was stunned for a moment when he got the blue vest. He was a little unhappy. He trained so hard in the summer, but he still entered the substitute group.

Tang Zhenglong saw the Dane's stinky face and patted him, "So what about the blue vests? As long as we defeat the main force, then we will be the main force."

Graveson smiled and put on his blue vest.

"That's right, Chinese boy."

After the group confrontation began, the substitute group was quickly suppressed.

Graveson wheezed, wheezed, exhausted.

Training and real confrontation are different. Graveson obviously feels that his interception ability has dropped a lot.

The main team was not polite at all and scored 2 goals in 10 minutes.

Unlike the real game, there will be a little rest time after each goal, and Graveson keeps his head down.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"My interception in midfield was too bad."

"If you say that, then there will be no room for my face." Vandermede laughed.

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "Are we in a competition to compare ourselves against others?"

"Hahaha."

"I think our biggest problem is that we have too much respect for our main players."

This statement is very new.

"Too respectful?"

"Yes." Tang Zhenglong pointed at Graveson, "You can definitely tackle people."

sweat.

The league starts in a week, and if he abandons his teammates at this time, Moyes will really go crazy.

Graveson smiled and shook his head, "I would never do that. I would rather lose."

The game continues.

Moyes deliberately placed Tang Zhenglong in the center position.

The assistant coach smiled and said: "David, do you have any grudge against Tang Zhenglong?"

"No."

"Then you have a grudge against Chelsea."

"Haha, don't worry, I have no grudge against anyone, I just want to see how capable this kid is."

Everton's No. 4 Joseph Yabo, from Nigeria, the black iron tower in Everton's defense.

As soon as Tang Zhenglong caught the ball, Yabo leaned forward.

Needless to say, Tang Zhenglong was knocked out.

Moyes shook his head, "This physical confrontation is worse than I thought."

This was fine once and twice, but when the third time came, Tang Zhenglong became angry.

"Hey, Dahei, I remember we play football, not rugby, right?"

Yabo said angrily: "Who did you call Dahei?"

"Then can I call you Daniel?"

Yabo stretched out his fist as big as a casserole, "You will know if you ask it."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

Ran to the sidelines to find Moyes.

"Boss, they bully me."

Moyes and Alan were delighted.

"Don, no one bullies you. This is the Premier League. If you can't adapt in training, then on the pitch, the opponent's defender will eat you alive."

…

Tang Zhenglong had black lines on his forehead.

The game continued, but the substitute team still showed little improvement. Fortunately, the main team showed mercy and did not fight to death.

Tang Zhenglong was unconvinced and thought to himself: "They must be taught a lesson, otherwise they won't know how powerful I, Tang Zhenglong, am."

"System, how can I deal with that big black guy? Give me a center skill."

500 points, Vieri's crushing.

Vieri's crushing?

Tang Zhenglong likes it.

I remember that in the 2002 World Cup, when Italy faced Ecuador, Vieri used an unreasonable breakthrough to crush the opponent's defender. It was really domineering.

At his peak, Vieri's ability to crush the front line was comparable to Drogba's today.

"Okay, give me this."

*****

"Alan, tell me what you think."

Alan Irvine began to express his opinion.

"The goalkeeper must be Howard. I don't think there is any need to move the defense. In the midfield, Graveson is a good substitute, but Phil is still the absolute main player."

"Let's talk about the front line."

"Yakub definitely has to occupy one position, and the other one I would suggest is an Australian."

"Cahill?"

Alan nodded.

"I know you may think he is too short, but his shooting ability is much better than the other forwards."

"Well, that's true."

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong broke through with the ball.

Moyes didn't pay much attention because Tang Zhenglong was really fast.

He continued chatting with Alan until Tang Zhenglong passed the second person and came to Neville's defense area.

"I bet you 10 pounds that Phil will make Tang Zhenglong suffer."

Alan chuckled and said, "I don't want to bet. This is obvious."

But soon, the two of them were dumbfounded, and Tang Zhenglong shocked Neville out.

"Am I right? Is that Tang Zhenglong?"

"yes."

"Maybe Phil didn't stand firm."

"Maybe it's because of Xiaoyu."

This is self-consolation. Neville is British. He has been training and competing in such weather since he was a child. Is it possible that his adaptability is not as good as that of Tang Zhenglong?

Tang Zhenglong moved forward, with only Yabo standing in the way.

"I bet you 100 pounds, Yabo will definitely be able to stop Tang Zhenglong."
To be continued...