"I won't answer any questions, but the FA stipulates that I must be present for 15 minutes, so fine, I'll just sit here."

Then Keane acted like an old monk in meditation. Premier League reporters are already very familiar with his dead pig face.

Then Keane sat in silence for 15 minutes.

As soon as the time came, Keane immediately got up and left, and happened to meet Moyes in the backcourt who was about to take the stage.

The two met and Moyes extended his hand. Unexpectedly, Keane said: "I don't shake hands with pigs."

Moyes really wanted to punch him. At this moment, he could understand why Tang Zhenglong and him were incompatible.

Saturday afternoon, Goodison Park.

Players from both sides left the locker room one after another and prepared to file into the field. Moyes arranged for several players to "protect" Tang Zhenglong to prevent Keane from causing trouble.

"Hey, what are you doing around me? I can walk by myself."

"Don, we adore you."

"Worship me? Then kneel down."

puff.

Tang Zhenglong also knew in his heart the purpose of his teammates doing this. At this moment, Keane appeared.

"Hey, I'm not lame! It's really just an act."

"Roy, I hope you won't cause trouble."

As a former Manchester United player and a teammate of Keane, Neville stood up and said something.

As a result, Keane was immediately offended.

"Phil, you used to be from Manchester United, how come you are now so lowly that you work as a bodyguard for Tang Zhenglong?"

Keane smiled contemptuously.

No matter how good-tempered Neville is, he still gets angry.

"Roy, if it weren't for your bad temper, maybe you could retire at Manchester United and eventually enter the management."

"Haha, do I really want to stay at Manchester United?"

"Do you think I want to cooperate with that old guy?"

The scene was like a powder keg. If it continued to develop, the two sides would probably start fighting before the game even started.

"Roy, Sir Alex has been kind enough to you."

Keen sneered.

"Roy, this is your last time coaching Sunderland, can you cherish it a little bit?"

Tang Zhenglong said something unexpectedly.

"Managing Sunderland for the last time? Tell me clearly," Keane said angrily.

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "I am going to score seven goals for Sunderland. Do you think Sunderland's management will tell you to get out after the game?"

"What!"

"Seven balls?"

Even Everton's own people were stunned. Sunderland was relatively weak, but they were still a Premier League team.

Keane smiled after being briefly annoyed.

"Hahaha, okay, if you can score 7 goals for Sunderland, then I will resign immediately after the game."

"real?"

Keane patted his chest and said: "Everyone can testify."

"good."

"By the way, what if you can't do it?"

"what ever!"

Keen thought for a moment.

"Then you admit in front of the media that it was injury fraud, match-fixing, and framing me."

When his teammates stopped him in front of Tang Zhenglong, he couldn't agree to this, especially if he engaged in match-fixing, which would end his career.

Tang Zhenglong pushed his teammates away.

"no problem!"

"Haha, you are dead, Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "I have heard this sentence too many times, but I still live well."

Keane strode away.

Teammates blamed Tang Zhenglong for being too reckless.

"Don, do you know what it means to admit to match-fixing?"

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Who said I was going to admit it? You are all my witnesses. When the time comes, remember, you only heard Keane's promise. Tang Zhenglong said nothing."

puff!

"Tang, are you trying to cheat?"

Tang Zhenglong patted Cahill, "What are you kidding about? I really didn't say anything. Don't you know I have amnesia?"

puff!!

*****

Sunderland is an interesting team. Not only did they invite Keane, who used to be from Manchester United, as their head coach, they also poached Dwight Yorke and Andy Cole, who were both former Manchester United players.

It feels like a person who can't afford the latest model of a BMW, but ends up buying a 20-year-old BMW, and becomes a rich man himself.

York and Cole were indeed very strong back then, but they have long passed their peak.

In addition, Sunderland's midfielders are all very strong players, especially No. 8 Dean Whitehead, who is responsible for defending Tang Zhenglong.

This guy, like Keane, talks a lot of trash and tries to anger Tang Zhenglong.

"You like to fake injuries, don't you..."

"Then I'll satisfy you and make you really hurt, okay?"

Tang Zhenglong glanced at him.

"Your name is Dean?"

"That's right."

"Even your name is so ordinary. This is the first time I've heard of you. At least that bastard Roy is famous. You bastard is very low-key."

"Let's do this. I'll call you a snake-loving bastard. Do you think it's okay?"

It hurts my heart.

It doesn't matter if a person is bad, the sad thing is that no one cares about you at all.

Dean immediately exploded, his hair standing on end.

Tang Zhenglong smiled in his heart, "The first ticket depends on you, idiot."

Tang Zhenglong slowly lured this guy to explode while preparing for the game, and then he got the ticket, just like that.

The game was very intense, and Sunderland's style of play under Keane was more simple and rough, with hard work and hard work in the midfield.

The Everton players were not quite used to it for a while. This was simply the style of play in the English Championship.

The commentator joked: "Sunderland kicked the Premier League out of the regional leagues. This style of play is too rough."

The referee showed a yellow card and multiple verbal warnings to suppress the situation on the field.

The referee ran towards Keane.

"Are your guys prepared to play like this for 90 minutes?"

"Is there anything wrong?" Keane shrugged.

"Then it will be difficult for your team to finish the game with 11 people."

Keane showed an indifferent expression.

"If 9 people can win a victory, what do I need 11 people for?"

The referee was also convinced. This guy stabbed his head when he played football, but he didn't expect that he is still so arrogant now.

When the ball came to Tang Zhenglong's feet, I thought that Sunderland's people would immediately attack, but unexpectedly it didn't happen.

The Sunderland people just surrounded Tang Zhenglong.

"Hey, that's weird."

Tang Zhenglong was already ready to roll around, but he didn't expect the people in Sunderland to be so "friendly".
To be continued...