"How's it going? Didn't that feeling on your ankle just now feel so good?" Dean said with a smirk on his face.

Tang Zhenglong glanced at Dean.

"You're so stupid, you have to cry!"

The game continues.

Soon, Sunderland's physical fitness began to decline, and the crazy running tactics were very energy-consuming. Everton slowly took control of the midfield and started beating Sunderland.

Yakubu could not play, so Tang Zhenglong's partner was still another Nigerian, Anichebe.

Several high balls were passed into the penalty area, but Anichebe's grab was too poor.

Moyes is helpless. After all, he is a substitute striker. What else can he do?

At this moment, someone from Sunderland committed a foul in front of the penalty area.

Everton receives a free kick.

Arteta ran over, but Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball in advance.

The Spaniard got out of the way as soon as he saw it. Tang Zhenglong's footwork was much better than him. As long as Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball, the rest of the players in the team would obediently get out of the way. This was Tang Zhenglong's aura.

"What is that guy doing?"

"Why are you so cool by setting up a ball?"

"You thought you were filming an idol drama?"

Tang Zhenglong winked while playing the ball, deliberately trying to be cool, and the Sunderland people couldn't stand it any longer.

Scotland goalkeeper Craig Gordon lines up the wall.

Dean is on the fringe.

Tang Zhenglong glanced at the wall and thought of the path of the ball.

First he kicked Dean in the big face, and then it was deflected into the net. Everything would be completed with the help of the correction of the ball path.

Tang Zhenglong pointed at Dean, and then pointed at his nose.

As if he was afraid that Dean wouldn't understand, Tang Zhenglong did the same action several times.

Dean wondered, "What does this mean? There's something on my nose?"

Just when he was wondering, his vision suddenly went dark.

When he opened his eyes, the ball had already been scored.

!!

"Magical refraction, the ball hit Dean in the face, refracted, and shook the goalkeeper."

"The final goal was attributed to Tang Zhenglong."

Tang Zhenglong used all his strength when he shot. Dean was punched, and his head was still dizzy after several minutes.

The team doctor stuffed Dean's nose with cotton balls.

"Dean, you'd better stop playing."

"No! That bastard did it on purpose."

"Dean, this must be unintentional, who has such accurate footwork?"

"And it's impossible to control the path of refraction when it hits your face. Could it be that Tang Zhenglong knows magic?"

Dean laughed bitterly: "He really did it on purpose. Just before shooting, he pointed to his nose and told me clearly that he was going to hit my nose."

The two team doctors looked at each other, pitiful for the child, who both had a concussion.

"Dean, I demand that you end."

"He did it on purpose."

Dean was angry and immediately ran back to the court.

"You did it on purpose! Really?"

"Yes, I did it on purpose. Didn't I tell you already?"

Dean was shaking with rage.

"Hey, you look so handsome with cotton stuffed in your nose."

puff!

Dean was about to vomit blood.

He hit him in the face with the ball, resulting in a goal, and the most disgusting thing was that he took advantage of him. This was the worst loss Dean had ever suffered.

Tang Zhenglong's Coke is broken. This guy seems to be about to collapse. As long as he makes any drastic move, he will get a ticket.

Soon the opportunity came.

That's when Everton got another free kick.

Still Tang Zhenglong stood in front of the ball.

Dean looked at Tang Zhenglong's gesture and his face turned green.

This time Tang Zhenglong pointed not at his nose, but at his crotch.

Dean's whole body tensed up immediately.

"What's this bastard going to do?"

Before he could react, his eyes darkened again.

"He obviously meant below, why did he still hit me above?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

Without the blessing of ball path correction, it would be impossible to be that accurate. Tang Zhenglong swore to God that he wanted to hit the bottom, but

It's those two team doctors again.

"Dean, I advise you to get out of here."

"I swear, this time he meant down."

The team doctors looked at each other and saw that this poor kid was so mentally disabled that he couldn't tell the difference between up and down.

"Dean, for the sake of your health, get off the field immediately."

"I don't!"

Dean ran back to the court and found Tang Zhenglong angrily.

"You don't mean down there."

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"You are wrong. I didn't point it out to you. In fact, I was tickling it."

"Dean, you're out of your mind!"

This sentence angered Dean, who performed a great feat worthy of Zidane, and also headbutted Tang Zhenglong.

The referee immediately heard the reminder from the assistant referee on his headset.

"There's a conflict here."

The referee ran over.

Dean was completely stunned.

The referee glanced at Dean and gave him a red card.

"You really want to be Zidane?"

"No! He really meant down there."

The referee had a black question mark on his face, and then pointed to the tunnel.

"Get off the field."

At this time Tang Zhenglong also got up.

"Oh, I don't know why he went crazy. I'm so innocent."

The referee rolled his eyes, "Are you innocent?"

"Why don't I believe it?"

On the sidelines of the court, Keane was a little dumbfounded.

This red card was unjust. If Dean had defeated Tang Zhenglong with one kick, then the red card would have been worth it, but what does it mean?

There's no harm in hitting it with the head.

So when Dean came off the field, Keane ignored him, this idiot.

Dean had gone into the tunnel and came back.
To be continued...