goooooooooooal!!

Goodison Park is like a popcorn machine.

It exploded!!

"Haha, the Chinese scored a goal."

"What! His name is Tang Zhenglong."

"Yes, he is our baby."

The people next to me were stunned.

"Jerry, you just called him a bastard."

…

"I'm the bastard, is this okay?"

"Hahaha."

On the sidelines of the pitch, Moyes was hit by Graveson and almost fell.

"Haha, boss, I'm so excited. Fortunately, you didn't replace Tang Zhenglong."

"Nonsense, I should have known something like this would happen. I'm a Scotsman."

In fact, what Moyes means is that I am as good as another Scot (Ferguson).

On the court, teammates surrounded Tang Zhenglong.

Neville was the first to run over.

"Tang, your feet are so beautiful."

"It's okay, it's okay, I just used a level of skill."

puff.

blow!

But at this time, his teammates don't care whether Tang Zhenglong is bragging. If you can score goals, you are the truth.

At Wigan Athletic, head coach Chris looked very ugly.

"How could you not block this ball?"

The team members were stunned for a while after being scolded. Didn't you say that you should give the opponent the right to fire?

But no one dared to talk back.

Chris also knew he was in the wrong.

He also didn't expect that Everton's striker could hit such a beautiful shot, so he was careless.

Chris called a defensive player, "Keep an eye on No. 9 and don't allow him to fire in the penalty area."

1 to 1.

It was an acceptable result for Wigan Athletic away from home, taking a point away from Goodison.

But for Moyes, this is certainly an unhappy result.

"Continue to attack, the opponent is just Wigan Athletic."

"What? Just?"

Chris was unhappy.

"Hey! What are you talking about! You are just Everton."

"Really? Much better than you."

There was a war of words on the sidelines, and on the court, players from both sides were at war with each other.

Wigan Athletic's crude move angers Lee Carsley.

Lee Carsley, a tough Irish bald man with a tough style of play and a fiery temper.

He got into a strong relationship with the opponent's midfielder.

"Asshole, believe it or not, I will destroy you."

"try it yourself."

Players from both sides tried to persuade the referee, but the referee didn't care at all. Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded. As expected of the Premier League, this standard is really wide.

At the 80th minute of the game, it was still 1-1, and even the most die-hard Everton fans had silently accepted a draw.

"It's okay, the league has just started."

At this moment.

Lee Carsley blasted a shot from the penalty area.

The ball was refracted once and landed in front of Tang Zhenglong.

The opponent's defender suffered a loss just now and pounced immediately this time.

"Tang Zhenglong shoots!"

"..."

"Oh my god, what is Tang Zhenglong doing?"

Moyes was about to cry when Tang Zhenglong's kick missed.

But the opponent's defender completely flew out to block it.

Tang Zhenglong was extremely embarrassed at first, but then he saw it.

"Hey, this is a good shooting opportunity."

Tang Zhenglong poked with his toe.

Wigan Athletic's goalkeeper was once again fooled.

The ball flew quickly into the far corner.

goooooooooal!!

"It turns out that we were all wrong. Tang Zhenglong didn't miss the kick. He did it on purpose. It was a fake move."

"Fake action?"

Moyes was a little stunned.

Teammates came running over one after another.

"Tang, did you miss the kick, or did you do it on purpose?"

Tang Zhenglong boasted, "Of course it was intentional. This is called a fake kick. I invented it myself. I pretend to miss the kick, shake my opponent away, and then shoot."

"Wow, Tang Ke is so awesome!"

His teammates patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder and regarded him as a treasure.

Wigan Athletic manager is on the verge of tears.

"This was obviously a missed kick, but it passed the defender perfectly."

"Did this guy have sex with God?"

The central defender stood blankly in front of the coach.

"Boss, should I give the opponent the right to fire next time or not?"

"..."

The head coach said angrily: "How do I know? I'm not your youth training coach. This is your responsibility as a central defender."

"But……"

2 to 1.

Moyes was already satisfied. He waved his hand and asked his players to retreat. Everton's strength was already superior to that of their opponents.

Nowadays, Wigan Athletic's defensive counterattack is simpler and easier.

Wigan Athletic also put in all their efforts. Anyway, if you lose one, you lose, and if you lose two, you lose.

When the game reached the 88th minute, Everton counterattacked, and Arteta accurately sent the ball to Tang Zhenglong's feet.

The opposing defender is faced with a life decision - to pounce or not to pounce.

This is a philosophical question.

never mind.

Go ahead.

The opposing defender pounced.

As a result, something shocking happened again.
To be continued...