Chapter 335: The Tragedy Caused by Leg Pressing
"You should have cramps, I'll help you."
"Don't touch me."
"Here, move your big ass." Tang Zhenglong took the opportunity to kick Frings in the ass.
"You're welcome."
"Bastard, I'm not cramping, I'm a strain."
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Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.
Strains and cramps are completely different.
Cramps require leg presses, but strains can get worse and worse.
"Bastard, you hurt me."
"Impossible, right? I'm kind. β
"Your biggest problem is fake kindness."
After the team doctor's examination, Frings could no longer hold on, and Schaff had to be replaced by Danish midfielder Daniel Jensen.
"That bastard was the one who killed me."
"If he hadn't pressed my leg, I wouldn't have strained."
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Schultz laughed, "Don, you did it on purpose." β
"I really didn't mean to do it this time, I didn't mean to hurt Flins, a beautiful misunderstanding."
Sweat.
"Beautiful? Does this have anything to do with beauty? Schultz thought to himself.
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"Milo, never stop Milo."
Klose is the kind of standard sapper on the pitch, and if there is a hard-working Ballon d'Or in the world, then Klose should be the undisputed number one.
He is always so full of fighting spirit on the pitch, Klose is the totem and representative of German football.
Mourinho suddenly smiled.
"Jose, what's wrong? Did you see Tang Zhenglong's advantages? β
'No, I didn't look at that bastard at all, I kept watching Klose and I felt like it was good for him to come and give Drogba a substitute.
"Hahaha, don't blame me for laughing at you, it's impossible for someone like Milo to substitute for others, and there are many giants who beat his idea."
Mourinho was unconvinced: "Why are some people so hardworking, and some people can be lazy to that extent. β
As he spoke, Mourinho deliberately glanced at Tang Zhenglong.
Raiola was not angry, and said with a smile: "That's because some people rely on talent to be enough." β
"Believe me, I've been in the football circle for so many years, and hard work is still very important for football players, I guess this Tang Zhenglong must like to go to nightclubs."
"Hahaha." Raiola laughed, "He never goes. β
As soon as these words came out, Mourinho chuckled in his heart, he knew very well that the biggest enemy of many young players is the nightlife, and if the players who can control the nightlife, then there will generally be no big problems.
"Maybe you just don't know."
"Jose, it's only a matter of time before you'll like Don."
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After Diego broke through in midfield, he saw left-back Fritz cut in quickly and kicked it over.
This is the most skillful set of tactics Bremen have played in the league.
Bremen have two fast breaking wings, after all, with a center forward as strong as Klose in the middle, the wing is very important.
Fritz curled a ball into the middle after a quick break, and Klose pressed the Cologne defender in front of the post and smashed the ball towards the back post.
Svante pounced, the ball didn't fly far, and it was Jensen, who had just been substituted, who caught up with the follow-up shot.
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Jensen was crazy and picked up a big bargain just after he came on the field.
"I scored."
"Milo, I scored the goal, thank you, 99 per cent of the credit for the goal."
"No, you scored the goal."
Bremen are partying and Cologne is not happy, it was an away goal.
"It's better for Frings to be on the field, why are you getting him down."
Stevens was originally shouting at Tang Zhenglong, but when Frings heard this, he jumped out on one foot.
"What do you mean? Say it again? β
Stevens was ready to apologize, and he really couldn't say it.
"I didn't mean that, didn't I......"
Unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong interjected at this time: "Our boss means that if you are not injured, then it is impossible to lose this ball." β
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Stevens and Frings were stupid, and Stevens would have apologized, so Frings had a staircase to go down.
But as soon as Tang Zhenglong said this, Frings couldn't do anything at all.
"That's a follow-up shot, a fool can score."
"Not necessarily."
Frings was so angry that he jumped straight on one foot.
"You bastard hurt me, and you're still talking pun."
"I regret it too, if I hadn't hurt you, Bremen wouldn't have scored now."
"I'll fight with you."
Stevens grabbed Frings, "Okay, I apologize, you better get some rest." β
"No, I really can't bear it, and don't pretend to be a good person, you are as bad as Tang Zhenglong."
"What! You said that I can bear the rest, but you say that I am the same as Tang Zhenglong, I can't bear it. β
"What! Boss, what are you talking about? β
"Alright, are we done yet?"
"You! Stay away from the sidelines, you! Go back to your own bench unless you want to be more lame. β
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After scoring a goal, Bremen immediately relaxed and completed the task, and in this two-legged game, an away goal is very important.
Schauff drank some water and calmed down.
"Attack, keep attacking, the opponent can't stand it, they're just Cologne."
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"We're the Bundesliga champions, what do we mean by Cologne?"
When Shafu looked at it, Tang Zhenglong didn't know where it came from.
"Go away, I don't want to talk to you."
"I don't want to, either, but why should you insult our great Invincible Cologne."
Tang Zhenglong added n German articles, which stunned the German Schaff.
At this moment, Tang Zhenglong felt that something hit the back of his head, "Who hit me." β
"It's the ball."
Podolsky shouted: "Don, fight back." β
Tang Zhenglong immediately ran forward with the ball.
Mourinho was stunned, "This guy is very fast." β
"Of course."
"But I bet he's got to be terrible passing."
As soon as the words fell, Tang Zhenglong accurately stuffed the ball straight to Podolski, who was inserted.
Mu Shuai felt very slapped in the face.
Raiola had a smiling expression on her face.
"Fatty, what are you laughing at, this kind of unguarded passing is not difficult at all, I bet that Tang Zhenglong will make a mistake when he catches the ball again."
As soon as the words fell, Tang Zhenglong steadily caught the ball passed back by Lucas.
Mu Shuai was dumbfounded.
"I bet Tang Zhenglong won't have a chance to shoot."
As soon as the words fell, Tang Zhenglong opened the right side of the penalty area and shot into the goal, and scored the ball under the defense of three people.
"Hahaha."
"Jose, thank you Crow's Beak, you're catching up with Pele."
Mu Shuai was completely stupid, his prediction was all wrong, and Tang Zhenglong also scored.
After the goal, Tang Zhenglong rushed to Shaf, "I'm sorry, I took the time to score a goal, where did we just quarrel?" β