Paulson was thundered.

In today's football world, where running is king, someone can say such a thing.

"I'm curious, how did someone like you get into Cologne, is Cologne already like this now?"

"Or does Cologne want to open up the Chinese market?"

As we all know, the Chinese market is now fragrant, and everyone wants to make a profit.

"Yes, so don't offend me, otherwise you will offend the Chinese fans, do you know how many Chinese fans there are?"

"I don't know."

"Denmark has a population of several million, and there are more people in one of our cities in China than in your whole country."

"So powerful?"

Paulson found that he seemed to have been brought in by Tang Zhenglong, this guy was very bad, so he had to be careful.

slapped Asauer in the face twice, Tang Zhenglong earned 200 big mouth points, ready to use it, and entered the system to take a look.

What corner kick grabbing points have been used, just like that, change to a fresh one, looking at it, Tang Zhenglong saw a skill card called "Send Point Card".

"What is this?"

"Sending a point card, as the name suggests, is to ask the opponent to give you a penalty."

"What are the conditions?"

"Two conditions, the first is that you and the opponent must be within 10 meters, and the second opponent's hate value for you must be above 70, and 100 is full."

Tang Zhenglong nodded, "Then what is Paulson's dislike for me?" ”

“65。”

Be dumbfounded.

"Less than 70? My character is too good, isn't it? ”

……

……

"Okay, exchange one."

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself, "Isn't it particularly cool to let the person who hates you the most give a penalty by hand?" ”

"Hahaha."

"Huh?"

Paulson found Tang Zhenglong giggling alone, and he didn't know why.

After a while, Schalke was attacking, and Tang Zhenglong had nothing to do in Schalke's half.

He leaned in close to Paulson and asked coldly, "Do you have anything you hate the most?" ”

"Yes, you!!"

Sweat.

"What about but me?"

"Totti."

"I know, is there anything else? For example, when you were young, you were dumped, by the way, what was the name of your first girlfriend? ”

"Why should I tell you!"

"What kind of girl do you like? Fat? Skinny? Tall? Short? Young or old? ”

"Do you want to provoke me and beat you up, then you will succeed."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "No, I really didn't mean that." ”

"From now on, whatever you say, I don't think I hear." Paulson smirked.

He himself is a master of making bad things on the court, of course he knows what Tang Zhenglong is thinking.

Tang Zhenglong is also sweating, this guy can't get oil and salt, what should I do? Is it possible to punch him in the face a few times?

It's definitely not going to work.

Tang Zhenglong suddenly thought that he still had two Marseille slaloms that were useless.

"The biggest humiliation for a player is always in football."

Tang Zhenglong patted Paulson.

"What?"

"I want to tell you that I'll turn you off with a Marseille turn later."

Paulson thought to himself, "Are you stupid? ”

Don't say if you can do it, and even if you can, why tell me in advance?

Tang Zhenglong also saw what Paulson was thinking, and smiled, "Let me tell you first that I want to add a little difficulty to myself, otherwise it will be too easy for a player of your level." ”

Paulson is not angry, who wouldn't be able to talk about it.

Commentator: Const has been paying attention to Tang Zhenglong's performance.

"Don has very little ball, the opponent is different, can Don still show his magic?"

In fact, Cologne's teammates also think the same, Tang Zhenglong is definitely not Cologne's thigh, this guy is unreliable, but whenever the team is in difficulty, he can always stand up.

If you use Schultz's words, it is that Tang Zhenglong is an under-pumping type of player.

The ball came to Tang Zhenglong's feet, and Paulsen immediately pasted it.

"Come and show me what to see." Paulson thought to himself.

"Marseille slalom."

Tang Zhenglong plucks the ball with his right foot.

At first glance, I felt that the ball was a bit big, it seemed to be a mistake, and Paulsen also made a kick, this kind of frontal interception needs to be fierce, and many times this is harder than anyone's calf bone.

Just when everyone thought that Tang Zhenglong was picking the ball too big, they saw Tang Zhenglong just like a dragonfly dotting water, gently stepping on the ball, pulling the ball, and then ...... He passed Paulson.

"Oh my God, the Dane is like a fool, his tackles are completely ineffective."

Paulson was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded, only he himself in the world knew why he was so dumbfounded, because Tang Zhenglong had warned him before that he would use Marseille to turn him around, and it really happened.

After completing the pass, Tang Zhenglong distributed the ball and gave it to Podolski.

Then he faced Paulson again, inserted his waist, and said very coolly: "I told you a long time ago, but you still didn't prevent it." ”

Paulson didn't say anything, but Tang Zhenglong's goal was achieved, and the hate value exceeded 70.

Ten minutes later, Schalke's home stadium was dumbfounded, and the fans didn't know which tendon Poulsen had gone wrong, and he made an extremely stupid handball in the box.

Rangnick stood up, and he couldn't stand it, even if he had always had a good temper, because Paulson was like a fool.

Just now, Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball in the penalty area and gave it to Podolski, but Paulsen actually slapped the ball with his hand.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

"How could I do such a stupid thing?"

Paulson felt like he had a brain short-circuit.

Tang Zhenglong smiled, "Thank you for the penalty." ”

'It wasn't a penalty, I didn't mean it.'

Tang Zhenglong Khan, "Could it be that you are crazy?" ”

The penalty I created, of course, was taken by myself, which is Tang Zhenglong's life motto.

Podolsky didn't grab it either.

"Lucas, do you want to play a penalty, as long as you call me Prince Cologne, I can give it to you."

Podolsky made a shut-up gesture at Tang Zhenglong.

Facing the goalkeeper, Tang Zhenglong once again staged a promenade-style penalty kick from his grandfather.

The audience booed.

Boooooooooo。

"Bastard, haven't you had enough to eat?"

Tang Zhenglong still repeated the old trick, walked slowly, and then accelerated coldly.

But this time, Tang Zhenglong played badly, and the ball he kicked deceived the goalkeeper, but it hit the goalpost.

Paulsen can be regarded as seizing the opportunity, he ran to Tang Zhenglong and made a provocative gesture, "The penalty kick that is deceived cannot be scored." ”

Tang Zhenglong was very unhappy.

He smiled at Paulson, "It doesn't matter, you'll give me a penalty later." ”

Paulson was dumbfounded.

"You're really thinking of yourself as a god!!"