Tang Zhenglong looked at Pizarro with a strange look.

To put it simply, this look went beyond friendship, and Pizarro felt uncomfortable all over.

"Hahaha, if Drogba doesn't appear, the African Andy Lau joke will be ineffective."

Tang Zhenglong still clearly remembers the last time he faced Chelsea in the league, the weird tasks assigned by the system made people vomit blood.

"Master, don't be complacent, I may also assign other tasks."

"Hahaha, I saw it, Joey Yung of Africa is not here either."

In this game, Grant arranged for Ballack and Mikel as the double midfielders, and Essien did not enter the starting lineup.

Pizarro couldn't help it and came over.

"Don, is there something on my face?"

"No."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing, Claudio. I have heard of your name as early as the Bundesliga. I am very happy to play against you."

"Really?" Pizarro was dubious. How could Tang Zhenglong be so good?

After the game started, Ballack came over. Tang Zhenglong took a look and showed off his German.

"Hi Michael, how are you?"

Barak glanced at Tang Zhenglong and ignored him at all.

"Let's chat, I haven't used German in a long time."

Barak still glanced at Tang Zhenglong.

"The Germans are so indifferent." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

After the game started, Chelsea took the initiative and took the lead in terms of ball possession rate.

The ball went to Ballack's feet.

Chelsea's wings are flying together.

Joe Cole on the left and Wright Jr. on the right immediately stepped in, and Pizarro also started running.

Ballack is the core of the German team's midfield, and he keenly discovered that Wright can pass the ball.

Ballack passed the ball and then ran forward himself, so that he and Pizarro could form two outflanking points.

Tang Zhenglong looked at it and ignored me, right?

Well, I'll defend you.

"Michael, wait for me."

"Michael, who is your favorite German female star? I think the German supermodel Heidi Klum is very beautiful, what about you?"

Barak was angry, others learn German to communicate, but Tang Zhenglong learns German well to harass others?

"Michael, let's have dinner together after the game."

Barak was furious, but he had no choice but to hold back.

Little Wright took a look and saw that the points in the penalty area were in a mess, and it could only be a miracle caused by strong force.

A kick to the ground and a slash into the penalty area.

Barak shoveled out. Tang Zhenglong saw it and followed suit.

"Tang Zhenglong touched the ball first." The commentator looked at it.

But after the ball hit Tang Zhenglong's foot, it broke and reached the back point. At this time, Pizarro happened to catch up.

"This goal... turned into an assist?"

Pizarro easily hit the ball into the goal from the back post.

Tang Zhenglong Khan died, an own assist!

The fans at Stamford Bridge began to shout in unison: "Tang Zhenglong, I love you."

"Tang Zhenglong, I love you."

"Hahaha, listen to what the home fans are shouting. Tang Zhenglong is indeed from Chelsea, and his heart is still with his boss."

Barak smiled and patted Tang Zhenglong, "What did you just say? Who is my favorite German female star?"

"I prefer Diane Kruger."

Tang Zheng's dragon's eyes flashed with stars.

"I don't want to chat now, I just want to cry."

Chelsea was celebrating the goal, and Everton teammates came over to tease Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, we know you're from Chelsea, but it's too obvious."

"Obviously given your size, I was not careful. I made the own goal to defend Ballack."

"Really? Your footwork is so accurate, maybe you did it on purpose."

"Go away! I love Everton. Believe it or not, I love Everton very much."

"Don, if you go back, Edith will punish you by kneeling on the floor."

…

Tang Zhenglong really wanted to jump up and beat up these beastly teammates. Not only did he not comfort himself, he also made fun of himself.

Moyes on the sidelines motioned for Tang Zhenglong to come over.

"Boss, I didn't mean it."

"I trust you."

"Thank you, boss, for your trust."

But Moyes' next words made Tang Zhenglong vomit blood again.

"If you did it on purpose, Edith can't forgive you."

…

"Is this joke funny?"

The game continued. After scoring the goal, Ballack was in a better mood. This time it was his turn to take the initiative to chat with Tang Zhenglong.

"Tang, what other German female stars do you like? We can communicate."

Barak smiled like a flower.

"Sorry, my German is not good."

"Haha, don't be like this. If you hadn't followed me, there wouldn't have been such a beautiful assist."

Tang Zhenglong put on a poker face and refused to talk to Barak.

Soon, Chelsea's offense came back and the ball was given to Joe Cole.

Many people's deepest impression of Joe Cole is his shocking long-range shot against Sweden in the 2006 World Cup. It can be said to be one of the most glorious moments in his life.

Joe Cole was dribbling the ball from the wing. Pizarro suddenly ran from the center of the penalty area to the right. His run immediately disrupted Everton's defense. At the same time, Ballack and Wright also went to the penalty area.

Li Chong.

Just when everyone thought Joe Cole would send a cross, he suddenly chose to cut inside and blasted a shot into the near corner of the goal.

Howard was unprepared for this, and the ball flew almost straight without any spin.

Howard threw the ball to the limit, but the ball went in without any suspense as if Hu Yifei beat Zeng Xiaoxian.

goooooal!!!

Moyes looked a little ugly.

It was only 20 minutes into the first half and it was already 0-2. Although Chelsea is very strong, they are not weak either.

"It's all Bill's arrogance. I said we can only win one championship. He insists on winning them all. How is this possible!!"

"Joe Cole's long-range shot was so beautiful. Maybe my teammates didn't expect this shot."

“goooooal!!”

Grant's face relaxed.

Although the League Cup championship is not as valuable as the League Championship, it is still a trophy and it is good to brag about.

When Tang Zhenglong was feeling depressed, these beastly teammates came again.

"Tang, what's wrong with you? It's already 0 to 2."

I'll do it!!

Tang Zhenglong was confused.

The first goal was blamed on me, I admit it, but does the second goal have anything to do with me?

"Dear trash teammates, does the second goal conceded have anything to do with me?"

"Of course, who told you not to score goals? If you scored goals, our opponents wouldn't always attack us."

…

Tang Zhenglong was finally convinced.

"Dear trash teammates, what I want to tell you is that the other team's goal is not my girlfriend's. Go in whenever you want."

The teammates were quiet for a second, and then burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!