"Don, I know you want to delay, but can you be a little more scientific?" the referee said with a smile.

This is the first time the referee has seen this kind of falling to the ground to delay time.

Tang Zhenglong was very unhappy.

"Referee, I have a heart condition, the same kind as Vivian Foto."

puff.

"Referee, let him die!!" Ferguson said angrily.

I'm going to choke you, is this still human language?

If this was Manchester United's home court, the stretcher would have been on the field long ago, but this is Everton's home court, and the staff are all veterans and they all understand.

Ferguson was furious.

"Where's the stretcher? He also has a heart attack? Can heart disease be contagious now?"

Ferguson rolled up his sleeves, lifted the stretcher with his assistant coach, and entered the field in person.

All the fans were stunned. This may be the biggest crowd-pleaser in Everton's history.

Boooooooooo.

Huge boos sounded, and Moyes wanted to stop him, but Ferguson was already on the pitch.

"Put him up quickly."

Tang Zhenglong rolled over and went down again.

"Nima!!"

The referee signaled Ferguson to leave immediately.

"This is not your job, I'm warning you one last time."

Ferguson had no choice but still cursed.

"He is just faking it, and the whole world knows it."

The referee also knows, but there is nothing he can do. FIFA has strengthened the protection of players after the Vivian Fo incident. If someone falls to the ground, the referee must take care of it.

The referee signaled the staff to carry Tang Zhenglong away. In order to prevent Tang Zhenglong from making another mistake, he gave Tang Zhenglong a serious warning.

"Don, if you accidentally roll off the stretcher, then I will give you a yellow card and there will be no need for you to play again."

Tang Zhenglong's heart skipped a beat, "How did you know I was going to roll down?"

"Damn it! I'd better transfer and leave the Premier League. The referees here know me too well."

Soon, Tang Zhenglong returned to the court, and the audience burst into warm applause, making Ferguson even more angry.

“Shameless!!!”

*****

A ding sound.

Goal alert.

Tang Zhenglong's heart skipped a beat. If he conceded a goal at this time, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

It was a free kick from Manchester United. Cristiano Ronaldo took a corner kick and Rooney nodded the ball into the goal.

Looking at the angle of the ball, Tang Zhenglong was stunned, because he couldn't reach the ball unless he stretched out his hand.

Tang Zhenglong was in a dilemma. If he stretched out his hand, it would be a red card and a penalty kick. If he didn't, it would definitely be a goal.

"It would be great if I were as tall as Yao Ming, woo woo woo."

Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong had an idea.

Cristiano Ronaldo's corner kick went to the back post, and Ferguson's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The ball looked like it was going to be a good one.

"Rooney!"

Rooney swung his legs and was about to shoot when he suddenly heard a whistle from Boo.

"Our penalty?"

In the excitement, Rooney did not take a shot.

"Is it our penalty?"

The Everton players were also stunned. At this moment, Tang Zhenglong kicked the ball away.

Rooney shouted at the referee: "Is it a penalty?"

The referee was dumbfounded and said, "I didn't blow the whistle."

"I obviously heard it, very clearly, right next to my ears."

"You may have heard the whistle from the fans."

"Wild whistle?"

"It's impossible, the fans' whistles can't be that clear."

Suddenly, Rooney looked at Tang Zhenglong, "Is it your fault?"

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Don't talk nonsense."

"It must be your ventriloquism, you bastard, I shouldn't have listened."

The referee is probably responsible for Tang Zhenglong's fault, but the problem is that nothing he did was a foul.

Ferguson was furious: "This is deception. This is the whistle blown by Tang Zhenglong. There are two referees on the court. The honest Manchester United has suffered a loss. This is unreasonable."

Moyes said unhappily: "Sir Sir Alex, you can't talk nonsense. We have no problem here."

"No problem? Well, now you are as shameless as Tang Zhenglong."

"Sire, please don't rely on your old age to show off."

"I rely on my old skills to show off my skills? Haha, okay, congratulations on reaching the semi-finals. Everton is the champion, is that okay?"

Ferguson began to boo.

On the court, Howard covered his mouth and said quietly to Tang Zhenglong: "Tang, great job. When will you learn to do ventriloquism?"

"Haha, you can learn it casually, it's not something very powerful."

"Ha ha."

******

In the last few minutes, Manchester United seemed to have lost their soul. They felt like they had been robbed.

The final score was fixed at 2-2, and the total score was 4-3. Everton eliminated Manchester United and entered the Champions League semi-finals this season.

After the game, Tang Zhenglong was surrounded by his teammates in front of the fans, and everyone celebrated together. It was the semifinals of the Champions League.

Ferguson was interviewed.

"We all saw the game. We were robbed of the victory. Tang Zhenglong imitated the referee's whistle and seriously interfered with the game. He should be suspended."

"Sir, but the wild whistle cannot prove that it was sent by Tang Zhenglong."

"Of course, Manchester United had seven people in the penalty area and they all heard it."

"But the Everton players said they didn't hear it."

Ferguson's eyes widened, "Are you in the third grade of elementary school? Even if people from Everton hear it, will those bastards admit it?"

"Sir Sir Alex, actually Everton performed well. You can't deny this just because of one goal."

“Not a bad fart!!”

"Lying on the ground and pretending to be dead is a good call? Delaying time on the sidelines is a good call? Is imitating the referee's whistle a good call?"

"Did you learn English from your PE teacher?"

The hair dryer was indeed a hair dryer, and the female reporter was scolded and cried on the spot.

"Haha, are you crying? Congratulations, you have learned all Tang Zhenglong's techniques."

It was Tang Zhenglong's turn to be interviewed.

The issue of whistleblowing cannot be circumvented.

"What? Whistle?"

Tang Zhenglong looked innocent.

"Haha, that's impossible. I think Rooney may be experiencing auditory hallucinations. He should go to the hospital to check his ears."

"But the whole Manchester United team heard it."

"Really? Then the whole team should have their ears checked. Maybe they can get a discount if they form a group."

puff.

"My lordship said a lot of bad things about you."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "I choose to forgive him, after all, he is an old-timer, but what I want to tell him is that Manchester United no longer has that big advantage, unless they buy players of similar level to Tang Zhenglong."

…

…

"Of course, it is difficult to buy the World Footballer, and I know this."

The reporters laughed, shameless, I only obey Tang Zhenglong.

"Tang, what are your expectations for the semifinals? For example, what opponent do you hope to meet?"

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as we don't be like Manchester United and can't afford to lose."

Backstage, Ferguson almost had a cerebral hemorrhage when he saw Tang Zhenglong's words.

"I can't afford to lose?"
Chapter completed!