"Haha, cool."

Tang Zhenglong took small steps, ready to shoot.

Carlos's small broken steps are his signature moves, and anyone who sees them will know that it is Carlos.

"Don, what are you doing here?"

"Oh my God, Carlos." Shearer laughed.

With a bang, Tang Zhenglong kicked out.

Subsequently......

The audience burst into laughter.

"Hahaha."

"It's hilarious."

It turned out that Tang Zhenglong was not used to shooting with small broken steps, and he kicked it empty.

"Hahaha."

"Applause, applause."

Newcastle fans once again gave Tang Zhenglong their own applause.

"System, get out of here, I promise to kill you."

"Refund, ah! No! Double compensation? ”

"800 Big Mouth Points."

"Master, you can't blame me for this."

"I'll you!!"

Tang Zhenglong felt that this time was even more outrageous than Mamadona's.

"System, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"Master, there is nothing wrong with the skills."

"Wow, wow, wow."

Tang Zhenglong wanted to cry.

"Master, listen to me, have you ever seen Carlos shoot with his right foot?"

“……”

Tang Zhenglong was stunned for a moment, "Could it be that the way I opened it was wrong?" ”

"Master, it's your own fault."

"Well, then I'm wrong about you."

However, this time, Tang Zhenglong lost a lot of face, and Newcastle fans immediately applauded when they saw him holding the ball.

"Applause?"

"There are times when you cry." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

Bart moved over and smiled, "What the hell do you think?" The run-up was so beautiful, but it ended up being missed. ”

"Huh."

"What's the matter with you?"

Tang Zhenglong looked for an opportunity in front of the penalty area, but the opportunity did not come.

"Ball, come at my feet."

But the ball was flying around in the box.

Suddenly, a ball flew over, but it was on Tang Zhenglong's right foot.

"Damn, why is Carlos left-footed? If only it were the right foot. ”

"Don ...... What are you doing outside the box, in the box, you're not a midfielder. Podolsky yelled.

"No, I'm determined not to go into the restricted area."

The teammates also ignored Tang Zhenglong, and now the team is behind, everyone is in the penalty area, and every ball must be fought.

At this moment, the ball was pushed out, and everyone was used to Tang Zhenglong dangling in front of the penalty area, so no one grabbed him.

"Here's your chance."

Tang Zhenglong began to run.

I'll go for it, I'll come back!!

The Cologne players are also stupid, was Tang Zhenglong stimulated by something? Why do you want to imitate Carlos?

Did this kid get another endorsement contract?

"I must say, I admire Don." Host Morgan laughed.

Shearer also smiled, "Hopefully he can at least play the ball this time." ”

At the moment when Tang Zhenglong touched the ball, everyone was stunned.

Left foot!!

It turned out to be the left foot.

But Don is a right-footed player.

It can only be said that we don't understand Tang Zhenglong's world.

I thought that with such a powerful volley, the ball must have been flying, but what I didn't expect was that the ball drew a straight line and flew towards the goal.

Given's dumbfounded, he had never seen such a quick shot in his life.

This ball speed has exceeded the limits of human reactions, and everyone is stunned as they watch the ball go into the net.

"I can't believe it went in."

"Unbelievable." Shearer took off his headphones, and the sound of the scene reached his ears, and most of the fans expressed disbelief.

"How could this happen."

"He's still using his left foot."

Tang Zhenglong began to run wildly, "Cool! ”

"Hahaha."

Ding.

Mission: Imitating Shearer's most classic celebratory gesture, rush to the North Stand.

Reward: 500 Bigmouth Points.

Penalties: None.

Alain Shearer's signature celebration is running with his right hand held high.

Tang Zhenglong looked at the North Stand, the Premier League's stands have no guardrails, what kind of joke is this, it will kill someone.

"System, do you hate me?"

"No, I like you best, master."

"Then why do you want me to die?"

"Master, definitely not, the quality of the British fans is very high."

Dumbfounded, this is bullshit, British fans are the most rogues, and the whole of Europe knows that Tang Zhenglong is really afraid of being beaten.

"Master, don't worry, no one will beat you, I promise."

"You promise to use it."

Tang Zhenglong looked at it, stiffened his head, and rushed over with his right hand raised.

"Alain, look, Tang Zhenglong is imitating you."

Over the past decade, Newcastle fans have wanted nothing more than someone to run at them with their right hand raised, and whenever something like this happens, it is Alan Shearer who scores for Newcastle.

"Is Tang Zhenglong courting us?"

"It turns out that Tang Zhenglong's heart lives in Newcastle."

Tang Zhenglong never dreamed that the brain circuits of Newcastle fans were even more bizarre than himself.

Tang Zhenglong closed his eyes, ready to rush over and be knocked a few times, and then fled back, but what he didn't expect was ......

"Don, come to Newcastle."

The Newcastle female fan kissed Tang Zhenglong on the cheek a few times.

"Don, you want to be the next Shearer, I think you have the potential."

"Don, I like you."

Tang Zhenglong looked at the other party's half-aged, and decisively pushed her away, and those over 25 years old were exempt from talking.

"Don, you're going to make more money in Newcastle than you do in Cologne."

"Really?"

Tang Zhenglong was happy.

"Don, we're here to save you." Schultz and Matip rushed over.

"It's time for me to go, long live Newcastle."

"Long live Tang Zhenglong."

"Long live Britain."

"Long live China."

Tang Zhenglong said a cool thing in his heart, "It turns out that the brain circuit of the British is normal, hahaha, system, you are right." ”

"When did I miss it!"

The home team was forced to score 2-2, Glenn Rodell was super unhappy, although the first draw in the two-legged match was not too bad a result, but he thought that his strength was stronger than Cologne, at least to win by one goal.

After Tang Zhenglong scored, the players on both sides never created a chance to score, and the score of 2-2 was maintained until the end.

The referee blew three long whistles.

Tang Zhenglong picked up the ball.

The Newcastle player was anxious, "What are you doing?" ”

Only those who score a hat-trick can take the match ball away.

"The goals I scored are so beautiful, one top three, is it wrong for me to collect the game balls?"

"There has never been such a thing."

"Stingy." Tang Zhenglong was upset and kicked the ball away.

Walking to the sidelines, Morgan came over, with Tang Zhenglong's performance, it was undoubtedly the focus, as a reporter, of course she wanted to interview Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, I would like to interview you."

"Wait in the mixed interview area."

Morgan smiled, "Can you give me a little special treatment." ”

"Special treatment?" Tang Zhenglong thought crookedly.

Morgan also knew that Tang Zhenglong wanted to be crooked, "I have a boyfriend." ”

Tang Zhenglong pointed to the mixed interview area, "Line up over there!" ”