Chapter 188: Serbian Big Mouth
Now there are several big mouths in the Bundesliga foreign aid, Tang Zhenglong is counted as one, and Hertha Berlin's Serbian international Marko Pantlic is also counted as one.
Pantlic is a man of pride and a real level, having been the leading striker for Serbian supergiants Red Star Belgrade before moving to Hertha Berlin, scoring 26 goals in 44 appearances.
Last season's loan spell at Hertha Berlin was marked by 11 goals, which is a striking performance, and his biggest characteristic is his fiery temper, which was accompanied by three red cards in addition to his 11 goals last season.
You must know that he is a striker, and the number of red cards is about the same as that of the team's midfielders.
The more Hans thought about it after he went back, the more angry he became, and suddenly he remembered that he had interviewed Pentlic last season, this guy had a big mouth, and in his first season in the Bundesliga, he actually said that the defense of the Bundesliga was the same, which caused a lot of turmoil at that time.
Hans had a picture in his mind, with Pantledge on one side and Tang Zhenglong on the other, and Pantledge beating Tang Zhenglong violently.
But YY is always good, and he is ready to provoke the relationship between Pantledge and Tang Zhenglong.
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"Marko, do you still think the Bundesliga's defense is the same?"
"I apologized last season for saying something unacceptable. β
Hans took the opportunity to ask: "Marko, do you know who the reddest striker in the Bundesliga is right now?" β
"Isn't it me?" Pantledge laughed.
"No, compared to him, you are like S."
Pantlich's face immediately collapsed, and he smiled and said, "Could it be that some superstar transferred to the Bundesliga?" How I didn't hear about it. β
"Tell me, scare me to death." Pantledge's tone was defiant.
"He is Tang Zhenglong of Cologne."
Pentlic was dumbfounded for a second.
"Who?"
"Tang Zhenglong."
It's a name that Pantledge has heard about once, but he doesn't really take it seriously, he has terrible German and doesn't usually watch the news.
"Wait a minute, Cologne you are talking about?"
"That's right."
"Hahahaha."
Pantliech patted Hans, "Well, is it April Fool's Day?" β
"Hahahaha."
"I think he has the capital to be proud of, he was the Bundesliga Golden Boot last year, and now he is temporarily number one in the Bundesliga scoring charts."
Pantlic understood that Hans was not joking, and that there were such people.
"I don't care about this, you can tell him, in my eyes, Cologne is an S."
Hans was like a treasure, "Mr. Pentrich, I don't dare to say a city, I think it is better to say that Tang Zhenglong is S, is this okay?" β
"Whatever you want, Germany is a country of free speech, I'll be honest with you."
"Nothing, of course nothing." Hans laughed.
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"Don, how are you going to go crazy this time."
The group of beasts in Cologne are angry, this bastard dares to say that Cologne is S, Tang Zhenglong must give us anger.
"Why are you going crazy?"
"Look at this guy's expression, it's like writing on his face, I owe a beating."
"Then you're going to beat him up."
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A sentence choked Schultz.
"yes, you're going to beat him up." Everyone cheered.
"Haha."
Schultz slapped the newspaper on the table, "Don, you're a coward, I despise you." β
"Matthias, why are you so stupid, don't you just want me to come out? Come with something affordable. β
"What do you mean?"
Tang Zhenglong glanced at his teammates.
"Pay 1,000 yuan per person, invite me to eat first."
"Get out!"
Tang Zhenglong's forehead has a black line, and he is super unhappy.
"Then pay 500 per person, right?"
"Yes, but you'll have to give us a breath first."
"No problem, make an IOU first."
Ious?
One mention of IOUs. Everyone recalled the incident where Tang Zhenglong deceived people.
"Don, do you dare to ask for an IOU?"
"Dare."
Sugar is deaf!!
"We beat him."
"Don't."
"Matip, help me."
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At the back of the Olympic Stadium in Berlin, players from both sides came out of the locker room one after another, some greeted each other, and some were strangers, and when Pantlic and Tang Zhenglong passed by, the Serb provoked: "I haven't seen your response yet." β
"What?"
"Response, I heard that you have a big mouth, I thought I said that you are S, you will definitely fight back wildly."
Tang Zhenglong smiled, "I don't care." β
"It's not that you don't care, it's that you don't have the courage to contradict me."
Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "Okay." β
"I didn't expect you to be so vulnerable, I really think highly of you, hahaha."
Suddenly, Tang Zhenglong lifted his jersey and revealed his vest, and Pantledge couldn't laugh for a moment.
Tang Zhenglong's jersey reads - Salute to Yugoslavia's top scorer.
The head below is Montenegrin striker Vucinich.
Montenegro and Serbia, which used to belong to Yugoslavia, are now two countries that do not have good relations with each other.
Tang Zhenglong did this to slap his face, how could Pantlic admit that VuΔiΔ was the first scorer in Yugoslavia?
Pantlic sneered: "Not only do you not have courage, but you are also blind, what kind of striker is Vucinic." β
Tang Zhenglong put on an innocent expression, "He's in Rome, you're Hertha Berlin, this gap is a bit big." β
"Of course, it's all the capital teams, but people play in the Champions League, you play ......"
"By the way, did Hertha Berlin play in the UEFA Cup?"
Burst.
Pantlich almost vomited blood, and Tang Zhenglong's favorite thing to play was killing people and punishing hearts (shrimp and pig hearts).
"You're from Cologne, are you embarrassed to talk about me?"
"Cologne can't compare with Roma, but Hertha Berlin? By the way, did Hertha Berlin participate in the UEFA Cup? β
"Hehe, is it great that you can participate in the League Cup?"
"It's better than not being able to participate."
"Okay, I'll kick Cologne out of tears."
Then came a little caddy, who was a Pentlic's caddy, "Hello. β
"Little friend, this big brother's name is Vucinich, remember."
Teaching bad children in front of Pantledge, he was angry and pushed Tang Zhenglong, "Don't talk nonsense to me, I don't want to do it in front of the children." β
"Vucinich?"
"No, my name is Pentlic."
"VuΔiniΔ."
The child was so young, he was already stunned," Vucinich. β
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Pantledge really wanted to beat Tang Zhenglong.
Pantledge pointed to Tang Zhenglong's caddy, "Little friend, let me tell you, his name is Klose." β
"No, he's Tang Zhenglong."
Hahahaha.
Why?
It's not fair.
Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "Fortunately, the Bundesliga is just me a Chinese, and it is impossible for everyone to mix up." β
"Pentlic, VuΔiniΔ, Pentlic, VuΔiniΔ."
Pantlich kicked up, "How dare you call my name again!" β
Just as the caddy was holding Pentlic's hand, the dazed little caddy shouted, "Hello, Vucinich." β