Wembley Stadium is the second largest stadium in Europe after Camp Nou in Spain.

The place was basically full today, half were Tottenham fans, half were Everton fans, and some were local London neutral fans.

Moyes stood on the sidelines with his hands folded across his chest, feeling the feeling of standing in the final. This was the first time he participated in the final after leading the team.

The same goes for Ramos on the other side.

He came to England just to prove himself, and he hopes he can be as successful as Benitez.

Five minutes after the game started, there was a ding in Tang Zhenglong's head.

"What's wrong?"

"New skills are activated."

"Pitch prediction?"

"That's right."

I saw Berbatov's shot, and the ball slowly rolled into the goal after bypassing Howard.

"Goal scored?"

"Does this mean that this will happen in 10 seconds?"

Tang Zhenglong saw the power of new skills. How far can a person run in 10 seconds? If he is a professional athlete, he can run about 100 meters.

"Master, you were stunned for two seconds, which means there are still eight seconds left."

Without saying a word, Tang Zhenglong immediately accelerated and ran back.

The speed is getting faster and faster, knowing what is about to happen, the most important thing is to get to the goal in time to prevent the goal from happening.

*****

"Everton made a mistake in the backcourt and the ball was passed directly."

The ball came to Berbatov's feet, and Xiaosha chose to pick it lightly. Howard attacked without touching the ball.

"Let's congratulate Tottenham for scoring first." As soon as the commentator's voice finished, shouts rang out on the court because Tang Zhenglong was chasing back and it seemed like he might be able to catch up.

"Tang Zhenglong is still chasing. It's amazing. How did he guess that his opponent would take a shot?"

Just on the goal line, Tang Zhenglong kicked the ball away.

"It's so wonderful, Tang Zhenglong completed the rescue."

"Tang Zhenglong!!"

Teammates ran back.

"Tang, why did you chase me back?"

"Because I can predict the future."

The teammates were stunned for a second, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

"You're laughing so hard."

Howard stood up and said, "Don, I know you are bragging, but thank you. If you hadn't chased back in time, this goal would have been scored."

"Yes, thank you."

Everyone patted Tang Zhenglong and then dispersed.

Moyes on the sidelines saw clearly that Tang Zhenglong started chasing after Berbatov before he could take a shot.

"Alan, did you see that just now? Tang Zhenglong started chasing after the opponent before he took a shot. Could he predict it?"

Moyes and Alan looked at each other and knew that this was impossible, so there was only one possibility.

"Tang Zhenglong's ability to read the game has improved."

The two of them said the same answer at the same time, and then laughed.

The ability to read the game is the most important ability of a player, and it is also the only ability that cannot be improved through training.

For example, Italy's Cannavaro can always get into the right position when defending. This is the ability to read the game. He can read the opponent's intentions in advance and predict the attack before it is formed.

"This guy Tang Zhenglong is really surprising." Alan smiled.

Not far away, Ramos was very unhappy. He and Moyes had the same idea, that is, Tang Zhenglong's ability to read the game has improved, otherwise what just happened would be unexplainable.

"This bastard is still making progress!"

Ramos looked at Ledley King on the defense line. He arranged for Ledley King to defend Tang Zhenglong in this game, but now it seems that he may not be enough.

A ding sound.

"Are you on a mission?"

Tang Zhenglong discovered that there were fewer temporary tasks this season and were replaced by collection tasks. In fact, he still prefers this kind of temporary tasks, which are more interesting.

Mission: Recreate the great tradition of England goalkeepers' buttery hands.

Reward: 1000 Big Mouth Points.

Punishment: Being punished by Edith by kneeling on the washboard.

Reviving the great tradition of England goalkeepers’ buttery hands?

What the hell is this?

The whole world knows that England's goalkeepers are unreliable. From Robinson to James, and later Joe Hart, they are all the benefactors of jokers.

"System, what does this mission mean? Does it make me have more power when I shoot?"

"Master, you are an adult and you need to learn to do tasks independently."

Tang Zhenglong almost spit out a mouthful of salt soda water.

"And what the hell is this punishment? Where does a washboard come from in England?"

"It's okay to kneel on the keyboard."

"Kneel down to your mother!!"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a moment, did he really put butter on the ball?

*****

Moyes suddenly discovered that Tang Zhenglong was missing.

"Where is Tang Zhenglong?"

"Is it missing?"

Players disappeared on the court, and perhaps only Tang Zhenglong could do this.

"David, look."

Looking in the direction Alan pointed, Moyes saw Tang Zhenglong chatting with the caddy.

"How much does this guy like to chat?"

"Hey, kid, I'll give you a jersey, can you do something for me?"

"What's the matter?" The caddy looked a little shy.

"Go get a bag of butter."

"butter?"

"right."

"what?"

Tang Zhenglong told the story.

The ball boy was stunned for a moment, "Does that count as sabotaging football?"

"No, that's to protect the football. Look at how sharp the grass on the lawn is. Putting some butter on the ball can protect the ball."

The ball boy is very young, but he is not stupid.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

fail!!

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, butter is probably impossible, but is hand cream okay?

Tang Zhenglong ran back to the sideline and gestured to Pienaar.

"what?"

"Bring me some hand cream, my hands are almost cracked by the cold."

Pienaar brought Tang Zhenglong hand cream and squeezed out a little more than a pea.

"It's not enough, please give me more."
To be continued...