In modern football, there are very few people to kick people without the ball, because the penalties are very heavy, most of them are kicked with the ball, Nekonan sees the opportunity, and the moment Tang Zhenglong receives the ball, it is when he is kicked.

"Haha."

The people on the bench of the Chinese team are worried, and this action is very dirty at first glance.

"Tang Zhenglong, be careful."

The corners of Nekonan's mouth curved into an arc, he often kicked people like this when he was in La Liga, and he tried it repeatedly.

But soon, Nekonan was completely stupid, only to see that Tang Zhenglong didn't take the ball at all, but jumped up, and then fell on him.

"Penalty cheating?"

Nei Kenan immediately pushed away Tang Zhenglong, who was pressing him, but Tang Zhenglong resolutely refused to let the other party push him away.

"Ah...... Foul. ”

"Fuck off."

This scene is seen by the blind, penalty.

The referee pointed to the penalty spot.

"Referee, listen to me."

But the problem is that Nei Conan can't get up, Tang Zhenglong is pressing him.

"Get out of the way."

"Ah, I can't move."

Nei Conan was so angry that he exploded and punched Tang Zhenglong.

"Ahh

Nekonan finally got rid of Tang Zhenglong and stood up, but the referee didn't care what he said, and it was immediately a red card.

"That's how the referee looks."

'I don't listen to explanations, penalties.'

Neconan is very angry, his teammates pulled him, I am really afraid that he will lose his temper and beat the referee, then it is not a matter of suspension for one game.

"Zhenglong, don't pretend, that miscellaneous hair has been punished."

Tang Zhenglong looked at it, it was Han Peng.

"You just acted, I was really beaten."

It turned out that Han Peng had nothing to do anyway after he came on the field, so he stared at Tang Zhenglong, so as to learn how to play football.

"Zhenglong, I've been looking at you, I know why you're so good now, your acting skills are definitely stronger than Andy."

“……”

"Is this a compliment to me?"

Nekenan went off the field, and Tang Zhenglong limped to the referee to take the ball.

At this time, the Iranian team hated Tang Zhenglong to the core, everyone is a big man who plays football, you are a drama master!

The Iranian goalkeeper provoked Tang Zhenglong.

"You're going to be punished."

"You're a liar."

Tang Zhenglong rolled his eyes in his heart, and thought, "Kahn, I don't even look at you, you are a P." ”

Tang Zhenglong suddenly remembered the "walking" penalty he had used.

"Okay, that's it."

"The referee blew the whistle, Tang Zhenglong can help him run, hey, why didn't he run, was he really injured?" The narrator wondered.

The Iranian and Chinese players were dumbfounded, and Tang Zhenglong slowly walked towards football like an old lady walking.

In the last step, Tang Zhenglong suddenly sped up and kicked the ball into the lower left corner of the goal.

"Protest."

"What are you protesting against?" The referee asked.

"yes, what are we protesting for?" The Iranian players asked themselves and thought about it carefully, Tang Zhenglong's every action was so annoying, but the strange thing was that his actions were compliant.

Tang Zhenglong is the kind of big villain who walks on the edge of the rules, this is the impression that Iranians have of Tang Zhenglong.

"It's incredible, 8 goals in two games, Tang Zhenglong really did it." The narrator exclaimed.

"If Tang Zhenglong scores one more goal, then he will surpass Ali Daei and become the top scorer in the Asian Cup."

The camera shows Ali Daei in the stands, he came to support the Iranian team, but he didn't expect to encounter such embarrassment.

The narrator joked: "I don't know what Ali's mood is now? ”

At the end of the first half, the Chinese team left the court with a 2-0 lead, and Zhu Guanghu arranged for someone to protect Tang Zhenglong, which is a baby, so as not to be hit by the black fist of the Iranians, and the player tunnel is the most prone to accidents.

At this time, Han Peng ran over and took off his jersey, "Zhenglong, can you ......?"

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, "My teammates asked me to change my jersey?" ”

Have you ever seen Klose and Podolski swap jerseys?

The analogy may be wrong, but that's pretty much it.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Zhi came over and said: "Han Peng, don't make trouble, Tang Zhenglong's jersey is a public property, and it will be left for the national team after the game." ”

Han Peng was a little disappointed.

"Boss, when did my jersey become public property?"

Zheng Zhi smiled: "If I don't say that, then more than 20 people in the national team are all looking for you for a jersey, what should you do?" ”

Sweat!!

Tang Zhenglong's mind suddenly remembered the madness of the Malaysian players in the first game, fortunately he ran away, otherwise he would not even have his underwear.

"Thank you, Boss."

Zheng Zhi wanted to speak and stopped.

"Boss, say whatever you want."

Zheng Zhi lowered his voice, "Can you give me a Chelsea jersey?" ”

"I don't have a shirt yet, I'll send it to you then, you'll be in Charlton next season."

"Yes."

"Maybe we'll play again next season."

"I hope so."

Zheng Zhi knows how difficult it is to play in the Premier League, and Tang Zhenglong can go to Chelsea, and he is really a little envious.

At the beginning of the second half, the Iranian team put on a strange 531 formation (one less).

"It seems that the Iranians are no longer ready to win the game, and their only purpose is to prevent Tang Zhenglong from breaking the record on his own."

That's true.

The Iranian coach thought about it, but he still wanted to endure it, and he comforted himself that it was just a group stage.

However, Tang Zhenglong must not be allowed to break the record set by Iran's greatest goalscorer in the Iranians, it is a matter of honor.

Zhu Guanghu took a look, since the opponent is not fighting, then replace Tang Zhenglong.

"Zhenglong, I'm going to replace you."

Tang Zhenglong resolutely refused, "I want to break the record." ”

"Zhenglong, football is a collective sport, you have to think about collective projects."

"Boss, for me, football is an individual sport, and I don't need teammates to play football."

Zhu Guanghu almost knelt, how can you say this kind of thing, where did you spend your youth training? It seems to be in the country.

"The domestic youth training atmosphere is not good!"

"Boss, you can consider a substitution after 75 minutes, I'm not tired of this kind of game intensity."

Zhu Guanghu can't help it, who can tell people to score!

The Iranians defended intensively, the Chinese team did not attack well, Tang Zhenglong stood in front, but the ball could not be sent to his feet.

Iran's Hashmian, also an Asian player who plays in the Bundesliga, Hashmian's success is due to tireless running, he runs 20% more than his teammates per game, and Tang Zhenglong's success is because he is ...... Lazy?

There is no harm without comparison, without Tang Zhenglong, Hashmian feels that he is very successful, but compared with Tang Zhenglong, he is nothing.

So Hashmian had a whim, he wanted to use this opportunity to learn how Tang Zhenglong ran the position.

He firmly believes that Tang Zhenglong must have some mysterious football skills.