Chapter 167: Germany's No. 1 Central Defender
The favorability is only 50, which means that if you want to complete the task, you have to work harder, and if you want to do something on the court, it can only be when you celebrate, which means that Tang Zhenglong must score again.
"It's useless to shoot from the right side of the penalty area." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.
So he ran into the penalty area and waited.
Podolsky ran over and said, "Don, what are you doing in the penalty area?" β
"The forbidden area is not your home."
"I didn't mean that." Podolski pointed at Metzelde, "That guy is amazing. β
Metzeld is Podolski's team-mate in the German national team and an absolute mainstay in the German defence.
"You don't have the slightest advantage in front of him."
Tang Zhenglong looked at the tall Metzelde, and his heart was very unhappy.
"It's okay, I like challenges, give me more balls."
"Okay."
Metzelder didn't talk much, or he basically didn't speak, Tang Zhenglong accosted him a few words, and he was silent.
The guy who doesn't get in the oil and salt.
A low flat ball passed, Tang Zhenglong raised his right foot, ready to shoot.
Refreshing!!
As long as it is drawn, then the skill can be activated, but dumbfounded, just when Tang Zhenglong was about to touch the ball, Metzelder stretched out his long legs and cut off the ball.
"Beautiful, Christopher's goal reminds me of the World Cup, when he was consistent in front of Lehmann."
Tang Zhenglong's face was black, just a little bit.
It has to be said that Metzelder is probably the best German centre-back in this era, and the passes sent by Cologne's teammates were cleared by him one by one.
Tang Zhenglong has a skill card, but he can't get a chance to shoot.
"Ahh
"I'm not happy."
"Don, I suggest you get out of the penalty area, Christopher's ability to get stuck is too strong, and he's taller than you."
"I'm whiter than you." Tang Zhenglong said unhappily, but after slowing down, he also felt a little embarrassed, and patted Matip, "Xiao Hei, let me tell you, it doesn't matter if you're tall or not, the important thing is to be handsome." β
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Matie Prei paused and did not refute.
But his teammates didn't pass the ball to Tang Zhenglong.
Tang Zhenglong's philosophy of life is that if you can't beat you, I'll hang up.
Enter the system.
"System, is there any skill card that can deal with Metzelde?"
"Master, no, the opponent's defensive ability is up to 85."
Tang Zhenglongmu is gone.
"None? So what do I want you for? β
"Master, I'm here to help you grow step by step."
Tang Zhenglong wants to pretend to die on the system.
"Forget it, is it possible to leave the system, I Tang Zhenglong still can't play? Cut!! β
Soon, the Dortmund defence made a mistake and when defending Podolski, Owomoyela made a tackle but did not touch the ball.
The stupid gesture made the referee point at the penalty spot.
The audience once again burst into loud boos, scolding and everything.
Some fans scolded their defenders for being stupid, while others scolded Podolski for being a liar.
Tang Zhenglong rushed over and put the ball on the penalty spot.
"Don, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to kick a penalty."
When Podolsky heard this, he almost exploded.
"Get out, this is the penalty I won."
In order to avoid another competition for penalties, Stevens stipulated that whoever created the penalty in Cologne would take the penalty, and of course the person who won the penalty could also transfer it.
"Lucas, I really need this ball, you let me this time, can I pay you back next time?"
"No way!"
"I can write you an IOU, and this time I really signed Tang Zhenglong."
"No way!!"
"Don, I created this penalty."
Tang Zhenglong hated the ball to Podolski.
Shout!
Weidenfeller felt that he had been thrown by something, and when he looked down, it was a small ball of paper, and he picked it up and looked at it.
"Lucas will kick your left."
"Intelligence?" Weidenfeller immediately remembered Lehmann's famous little note during the World Cup.
"Who lost it?"
Weidenfeller glanced at it, and his gaze stayed on Tang Zhenglong's body, because Tang Zhenglong looked at him strangely.
"The newspapers say that the relationship between Tang Zhenglong and Lucas is not good, is it true?"
I read the small note again, the handwriting was crooked, and there were typos, ten ** were written by foreigners, Weidenfeller confirmed, this is what Tang Zhenglong wrote.
"Haha, I've made a fortune, and my opponents are strife."
As soon as the referee's whistle blew, Podolski started to run, and he shot with his left foot, bombarding the right side of the goal, which was Weidenfeller's left.
But Weidenfeller pounced ahead of time.
"Great, Tang Zhenglong is an honest man, he didn't lie to me."
Podolski was super upset to see his heavy penalty saved, and at this moment, he saw someone shoot from the right side of the penalty area.
There was a thud, and the sound of the foot touching the ball was crisp.
Wei Dengfeller was dumbfounded, it turned out that Tang Zhenglong had been waiting on the left for a long time.
goooooalγ
"Lucas's 12 yards didn't score, and Tang Zhenglong pumped the ball in on the penalty line."
The Cologne bench jumped up and it was a comeback shot.
Tang Zhenglong quickly ran to the sidelines and picked up his jersey again.
Dortmund fans almost fell in love with Tang Zhenglong when they saw it.
Dortmund have a sworn enemy - Schalke 04, and the fiercest irony of Dortmund fans about their opponents is that they have won the Bundesliga title, and the opponent has never touched the Bundesliga title.
"You can only look at it, not touch it."
It's the slogan Dortmund fans shout at each other in the Ruhr derby.
At this time, Tang Zhenglong's vest also wrote this sentence - "You can only see, not touch." β
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Dortmund fans were overjoyed to see this.
"This kid is a Dortmund guy after all."
"You see, he also deliberately wrote this sentence in yellow colored pen."
"If I had a daughter, I would definitely marry him."
Ding.
"Master, mission accomplished, Dortmund fans' opinion of you rises to 100."
"Great."
What made Tang Zhenglong even happier was that the Dortmund Women's Association also took down the slogan attacking Tang Zhenglong.
"Great, I can date a Dortmund girl."
Just when Tang Zhenglong was happy, a big hand knocked on his head.
"Why are you knocking me?"
"What do you say?" Podolski shook the note in his hand, "Lucas will kick you to the left." β
"Did you write that?"
"It's not."
"Okay, you can write it right now."
"I can't write."
"I've seen you write, crooked, and that's pretty much the same."
"Let me write it again, yes! But after the game, I'm happy now and don't bother with you. β
"Are you happy? I'm not happy anymore. β
"Lucas, like a man, don't worry about it." Tang Zhenglong waved his fist and ran.