"Rudy, I'd suggest you go get an X-ray, your nose is probably broken."

The team doctor made a diagnosis and advised.

"Which bastard kicked me!"

"It's the Chinese player from Cologne."

“……”

"I'm going to kill him."

Asauer was mad.

Rangnick shouted, "He shouldn't have meant it. ”

"He must have done it on purpose."

"I watched the slow motion, and if it was intentional, then his footwork was too strong."

"Strong?"

Ashoer didn't want to admit that Tang Zhenglong was very strong, but if he was careless, wouldn't he have been beaten in vain?

"I don't care, I'm going to sue him."

"Rudy, I still advise you to listen to the doctor and get off the court first."

"No way!!"

Asauer wiped his face, put his sunglasses back on, and sipped a cigar in his mouth.

"I'm going to watch my team destroy Cologne and trample that nasty Chinese under my feet."

On the pitch, Schalke players protested against the referee, the purpose of which was of course to apply for a yellow card for Tang Zhenglong.

The two midfielders, one Paulsen and the other Ernst, were gesturing to their cards.

"This has to be a card, and that kid clearly did it on purpose."

The referee shook his head, "Obviously, it was an accident, he was trying to clear the game, I noticed that he didn't even look up when he played, if he did it on purpose, it only means that he should go to Bayern." ”

"To Bayern?"

"Just him?"

Poulsen was reluctant to admit that such a person could go to Bayern Munich in any case, so he had to shut up.

The game continues.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous."

Tang Zhenglong felt that he was lucky, and he hit their domineering president in the face at Schalke's home stadium, which is a particularly bloody thing to think about, but fortunately it did not cause public outrage, otherwise he would probably be beaten.

Just a few minutes after the game restarted, only a dinging sound was heard.

"Another mission?"

When Tang Zhenglong saw it, he almost knelt on the ground in fright.

"System, do you really want me to die!"

It turns out that the task is to do the task just now, and the reward remains the same.

"Master, anyway, you earn 200 big mouth points, spend 100, you still have to earn."

Tang Zhenglong cried, "This has nothing to do with the big mouth, but if I bombard Asauer's donkey face twice in a row, it will really be unclear." ”

"Master, don't you think it's fun to challenge yourself?"

“……”

"Funny Nima !!"

*****

"Yes, that's how it should be!"

Schalke shot 5 times, while Cologne's shot number is still zero, this stadium has to shed a layer of skin even if Bayern comes, not to mention Cologne, after the opening is not suitable for this atmosphere at all, a few rough midfielders can not form an effective attack at all.

And Podolsky alone almost disappeared in the defense of Schalke, and Tang Zhenglong's contact with him was completely interrupted.

Asauer kept waving his hand, and every time Schalke attacked, it was like he was playing on the pitch.

"Goal!"

Kuranyi had his header saved in the box and Asauer was as sorry as if he had missed a stunning chance.

"Oh my God, if this guy was like Klose, then we would have already made three."

At this time, Asholl saw Tang Zhenglong, who was walking and doing nothing, and smiled at Rangnick: "Look at that guy, isn't he like a fool, I bet he won't even get a shot on goal in this game." ”

As soon as the words fell.

Rangnick's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, he couldn't believe his eyes, "Could it be that I'm watching the replay?" ”

I saw that the scene from ten minutes ago was staged again, and even the direction in which the sunglasses flew out was about the same.

This time the Schalke players quit and all came together.

"What else do you have to say this time, you did it 100% on purpose."

"Red card, otherwise I refuse to play any further."

Tang Zhenglong still had a harmless expression, and the referee ran over and called Tang Zhenglong aside first.

"This ......"

He was also embarrassed, to say that Tang Zhenglong was careless, and he didn't believe it when he was killed, but to say that Tang Zhenglong did it on purpose, it seemed impossible.

"Did you mean to?"

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "How is it possible, even if I want to, I can't kick so accurately." ”

"So you're trying to do that?"

"Referee, did you teach German by your history teacher?" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

"I'm hypothetical, referee, I'm a stranger, I'm not very good at German, or I'll find a translator."

Tang Zhenglong called Schultz, "Mattia, you can help me translate." ”

"Okay."

After a while, the referee felt that he had been tricked, where did this need a translator, this Chinese German is very slippery.

"Okay, I don't care so much, I warn you, whether you mean it or not, as long as you show up again, then I'll give you a red card."

Tang Zhenglong was praying, "System, don't fool me." ”

However, Tang Zhenglong was too worried, this time Ashoer really couldn't hold on, and he left.

But the Schalke players on the field hated Tang Zhenglong so much, this guy slapped Asauer in the face is a slap in the face of the team, that is, a slap in the face of the whole team players.

Paulson leaned over and smirked, "Don, do you think you're the only one who has "no intention"? ”

"What? Will you too? ”

"Huh."

Tang Zhenglong scolded in his heart, this Danish miscellaneous hair is very bad, you are Totti, so stupid.

"I warn you, don't bully, I'm a stranger."

"you."

*****

Stevens' tactics were to be forbearing, showing weakness first, putting on an incompetent appearance, and when the opponent attacked in a few waves, the team seized the opportunity to counterattack.

It has to be said that Stevens is well aware of the survival wisdom of the weak.

Schalke made a pass mistake in the front court, Cologne counterattacked with a long pass, the ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet, there was no hanging, Tang Zhenglong lacked the ability of one-on-one single breakthrough, looked up, Podolski was already running, Tang Zhenglong flicked the instep and passed the ball over.

Rangnick looked at it and felt that Tang Zhenglong's sense of position was still good, and he didn't stick to the ball, so he had some skills.

But looking at it again, Rangnick retracted the evaluation just now, it stands to reason that in this case, Podolski takes the ball, and Tang Zhenglong should quickly cut diagonally into the penalty area and go to the middle to receive a possible pass.

But Tang Zhenglong stood still in place.

Even Paulson can't understand it, shouldn't this kind of ball be run quickly?

"Why don't you run? Won't you be scolded to death by the coach like this? ”

Paulson felt that if something like this happened to him, the manager would go berserk.

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Only players who don't enter the stream can run, and it's OK for me to stand and kick like this." ”