"Emre passes."

Newcastle went up a few highs and the ball slid past the goal.

"It's the right game, it's English football."

Newcastle's attack is getting faster and faster, and the midfield runs much better than Cologne.

Glenn Rodell crossed his arms around his chest, as if it were not him, but Sir Bobby Roberson, standing here at this time.

He fantasizes about winning the UEFA Cup and, like Robertson, will one day have his own statue at St James' Park.

Svante saves his opponent and shoots from distance.

Newcastle win a corner.

Dyer went to take a corner, and he raised his arms up, inciting his fans.

Rumble!

It was as if the fans were going to use their voices to knock the ball into the goal.

Rumble!

Dyer curled a ball into the box, and Svante leaped high to the top of the pitch, and the fans were expecting something, such as getting off the hook.

But the accident did not happen, and Svante did not let go, but caught the ball steadily.

The players on both sides scattered, and Svante threw the ball forward, ready to kick it out, when a player flashed behind him, and circled in front of him like lightning.

"Duff."

The Irishman kept an eye on the goalkeeper's movements, and Svant was careless, not expecting a Newcastle player behind him.

Seeing that the ball was about to be lost, Svante pounced forward, and Duff shook a thousand pounds in four or two, and cleverly flashed.

The pitch was full of empty chances, and Duff pushed the ball into the empty net before sprinting towards the Sir John Hol stands, the fans cheering on their hero.

"Damien."

"Damien Duff."

Teammates rushed up as well.

"Damien, what do you think, how can you ......"

"Haha, I don't know, I always felt that the door was going to make a stupid mistake, but I didn't expect to be really waited for."

"Damien, you Irishmen are thieves."

This kind of goal was scored by Robbie Keane when he was at Tottenham, in a similar way, taking advantage of the goalkeeper's mistakes.

"Haha, I'm happy now, or I must think you're offending the Irish."

"Haha, I don't dare."

On the other side, the Cologne players were comforting Svante.

"I was so stupid, why didn't I look behind me."

"It's all my fault."

Everyone patted Svante.

"Everybody's going to make mistakes, just one ball."

'No, it's not a mistake, it's a mistake, a mistake that no goalkeeper in the second team will make.

Stevens is a little worried, the goalkeeper position is a bit special, self-confidence is too important, otherwise it is likely to collapse.

Although people in this era don't know what the Karius phenomenon is, everyone understands the truth, and such things have happened, such as Manchester United's Taylor, a mistake ruined his life.

"Do you want to replace Svante?"

Stevens suddenly saw Tang Zhenglong.

"What are you laughing at?" The assistant coach asked Stevens.

"A ridiculous thought flashed through my head just now."

"What thoughts?"

"I'd like to ask Don what he thinks."

"Haha, it's ridiculous, why don't we ask?"

"Haha."

"What kind of gesture at me?" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself, but he still ran to Stevens, "Boss, what are you doing?" ”

"We have something to ask you."

"Boss, you've finally thought of giving me a raise."

“……”

"Don, today is not April Fool's Day."

“……”

"What the hell is going on?"

Stevens said the matter, "I'm afraid that Svant was ruined by this ball, what do you think?" ”

Tang Zhenglong patted his chest and said, "No, leave it to me." ”

"You?"

"yes, I taught myself psychology."

"Don, do you know how to do psychology?" Assistant coach Holger laughed.

"That's right, some people say that if you learn psychology well, it will be smoother to pick up girls."

"Sure enough, the purpose of Tang's study is always so strange."

Stevens patted Tang Zhenglong, "Then you go, I'll hand over Svante to you." ”

"No problem."

Seeing Tang Zhenglong running over, Sfan smiled slightly, "Tang, you don't need to comfort me, I'm fine." ”

"Who said I was comforting you?"

Svante was stunned, that is?

Tang Zhenglong patted Svante's shoulder gently, "Svante, we are all about the beginning, look at me, now I have become the number one star in Cologne, and you ......"

"Alas......"

Svante's face immediately turned green, "Don, what do you mean?" ”

"I mean, Svante, you should come on."

"It's none of your business!"

"Of course it's my business, no matter how many goals I score, if you can't defend it, my efforts will be in vain."

"Get out." Svante pointed to the frontcourt, "Get out of here." ”

"Hold the door."

Tang Zhenglong turned around, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Actually, Tang Zhenglong really knows a little bit about psychology, among the many emotions of people, sighing is the lowest, and anger is better, this is why the derby is so exciting, because both sides are playing with anger.

******

After upgrading to a one-star player, Tang Zhenglong's skills are also more advanced, and when he looks at it in the system, he suddenly sees a skill called "Carlos's Burst".

Carlos's explosion, this one sounds very violent.

Tang Zhenglong immediately remembered the 2002 World Cup, when he was watching the World Cup at home, Carlos's unreasonable free kick.

The aesthetics of violence on the football field are loved by many people, and Barty's violent shots and Carlos's violent volleys are the best memories of that era.

It's good, it's just a bit expensive, and it costs 400 big mouths.

"Redeem."

"Ding Dong, master, after you upgrade to one star, this system will conduct some interesting quizzes from time to time."

"Quiz?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's an interesting Q&A."

Sweat.

To say it is to say it is to not say it.

"Also, try it, don't be too outrageous, or I'll refuse to answer."

"Ask, what's Carlos' favorite woman's name?"

"A, Mary."

"B, Li Na."

"C, Elena."

Burst!!

B sounds obviously a joke, and it must be one of A and C.

“c。”

"That's right."

"System, this kind of thing won't become the norm in the future, right?"

"yes, don't you think it's funny?"

"Funny mom!"

After exchanging skills, Tang Zhenglong looked at Newcastle's goalkeeper Given, this is Ireland's national goal, and his goalkeeping skills are still good, as if he has participated in the World Cup.

If you violently kick him, it will be really cool.

"Will you blast everyone into the goal?"

"Master, this is not from the comics."

"Huh."

Tang Zhenglong was running around in the front court, and suddenly became much more active.

"Come on, come on, pass the ball to me, I'm going to shoot violently."

At this moment, the ball rolled in front of Tang Zhenglong.