After Dean was sent off, Keane sent No. 4 Dixon Etuwu to defend Tang Zhenglong.

Dixon Etuwu, from Nigeria, is a strong defender.

"I heard that you are from Nigeria, did you know? Yakubu is my apprentice." Tang Zhenglong said with a smile.

Dixon looked at Tang Zhenglong with a wooden expression.

Soon, Tang Zhenglong discovered that this guy didn't talk much, but his defensive skills were really good, and he was very good at blocking and intercepting.

Keane frequently gave Dixon thumbs up.

"That's how it should be. Don't give that Chinese clown a chance."

Arteta sent a through ball, Tang Zhenglong ran forward, and Dixon crossed his body like a wall.

"ah!"

"It's a foul."

Dixon was amused.

"Hey, you hit me."

"Have you ever driven a car? You rear-ended me."

Tang Zhenglong looked at the referee with aggrieved eyes and found that he didn't care, so he could only stand up.

"No, we have to go around this big black guy."

Soon, Everton got another free kick in the frontcourt.

"Why didn't Tang Zhenglong take the free kick?" the commentator wondered.

Tang Zhenglong thought about it too, but ball path correction can only be used once per game.

Arteta ran for kick-off.

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong ran over and whispered a few words in his ear.

"What does Tang Zhenglong want to do? Is there some conspiracy?" the commentator joked.

The Sunderland players also became nervous. How cunning is Tang Zhenglong? They knew it, so Dixon defended Tang Zhenglong like a dog-skin plaster.

"No matter what tricks you play, it's right for me to stick close to you." Dixon thought to himself.

Tang Zhenglong ran from the center to the wing, and then directly pressed to the baseline. Dixon was completely dumbfounded.

"If you stand on the bottom line, aren't you destroying yourself?"

At this moment, Keane roared crazily on the sidelines.

"Don't worry about that clown, he's just a cover."

Keane thought he had seen through everything. Tang Zhenglong's purpose was to attract Sunderland's defensive attention, and he was just a cover.

Dixon thought so too, so he ran back to the center to defend Cahill.

Tang Zhenglong chuckled.

"Silly Que."

The shot from the right side of the penalty area must go in. The bottom line is also part of the penalty area. I can also shoot here.

Arteta aimed at Tang Zhenglong and sent his kick to the bottom line.

Keane was stunned for a moment. This ball is still for Tang Zhenglong?

"Tang Zhenglong was standing on the baseline. This ball was sent over. Is it possible that he was going to pass it again?"

"It doesn't seem to make any sense."

Just when Keane was puzzled, he saw Tang Zhenglong take a flying kick.

"Zero angle shot!"

The first thought of the Sunderland players was that Tang Zhenglong must be joking.

Goalkeeper Craig Gordon didn't make any saves.

Because from a physical point of view, it is impossible for this ball to be scored, and the so-called zero-angle shot is actually an exaggeration.

For example, Basten's zero-angle shot in the European Cup final only looked like a zero-angle shot, but in fact it was still a shot angle of more than ten degrees.

"This goal is impossible to score," Craig Gordon thought to himself.

Suddenly...his vision went dark.

"What's going on? Who turned off the light?"

When he opened his eyes again, Craig Gordon saw that the ball was already in the goal.

The ball hit the goalkeeper in the face and bounced into the goal. If there was no goalkeeper in front of the goal, then the ball would definitely not go in.

goooooal!!

"A magical zero-angle goal."

"Don once again staged a world wave."

Teammates rushed up to celebrate with Tang Zhenglong, but Tang Zhenglong made a stop gesture and ran towards Craig Gordon.

"Thank you for your face, otherwise this goal would not have been scored. 99% of the credit for this goal lies with you."

Craig Gordon became famous instantly.

"you do this delibrately?"

"Of course."

Craig Gordon grabbed Tang Zhenglong's jersey and said, "You bastard, you are addicted to being slapped in the face, aren't you? First it was Dean, and now you dare to mess with me!"

"What are you doing!!"

Teammates rushed forward.

"Move your dirty hands, Tang Zhenglong is our treasure, don't touch him."

The referee also came over. Players from both teams had bad tempers, so don't start fighting.

The game continues.

Tang Zhenglong ran to Keane and stretched out two fingers to remind him that he had scored two goals.

Keane secretly extended his middle finger in response to Tang Zhenglong.

"Dixon."

Dixon ran to his head coach.

"I want you to guard that guy closely. Even if he presses the baseline, stands on the sideline, or is just lying on the lawn, you don't take a step away from him."

"OK."

For a player as cunning as Tang Zhenglong, Keane had no choice but to defend without blind spots.

Dixon looked at Tang Zhenglong intently.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"..."

As he watched, Dixon was shocked. He saw Tang Zhenglong yawn.

A striker can yawn during a game? How leisurely is this? Why don't you stretch your legs?

Just when Dixon thought this, he didn't expect that Tang Zhenglong actually stretched himself.

Dixon's three views have been shattered. He is from Nigeria and has been a hard-working kid since he was a child. In order to succeed, he trains very diligently every day.

His philosophy of life is to give something and get something in return.

But why does this golden rule seem to be invalid for Tang Zhenglong?

Tang Zhenglong started running.

Dixon followed immediately.

I saw Tang Zhenglong running towards the side of the court.

"This must be a tactic. He is cheating again. I know it. It's not that he doesn't work hard, but he works very hard. He is just pretending."

Tang Zhenglong came to the sidelines, followed by Dixon. At this time, an even more shocking scene appeared in front of Dixon.

Tang Zhenglong asked the team staff for a cup of coffee.

"I almost fell asleep. This game is so boring. The opponent has no counterattack ability at all. Cole and York are really old."

"No."

"This coffee is really good."

After drinking coffee, Tang Zhenglong ran back to the court.

Keane called Dixon over.
To be continued...