The first half ended.

The score was fixed at 0-1 with the home team in front.

Martin Joel thought it was an accident, Everton scored a balloon, it was nothing, it was absolutely impossible for something like that to happen in the second half.

The players on the field kept walking back one after another.

Tang Zhenglong probed his brain, he wanted to exchange jerseys with his opponent.

"Number 2."

"Number 2."

Tottenham's No.2 is French right-back Pascal Himbonda.

Tang Zhenglong slowly moved over.

"Hey."

Symbonda was stunned and thought, "Do I know you?" ”

"That...... Can you give me your jersey? ”

"You want to swap jerseys with me?"

"Yes."

"Yes, but you have to tell me what you think about the ball first."

"What do you think? Just give it a kick. ”

"No, I heard from my teammates that you can do magic."

Sweat.

"Hehe, you want to learn?"

"Hmm."

"Then I'll teach you a spell."

"Really?"

Chim Bonda was happy and took off his jersey, "Here you go." ”

"Haste as law."

“……”

"This is the spell, from the mysterious East."

Not surprisingly, Symbonda was already stunned by Tang Zhenglong, but he thought to himself, it would be okay to change into a jersey.

"Well, where's your jersey?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"I still want to move to No. 3."

Outcome......

"What is this?"

Tang Zhenglong handed him a piece of paper.

"IOU, I owe you a jersey."

Shhim Bonda was shocked, and his three views were shocked by Tang Zhenglong.

What else can you owe to swap jerseys?

"No kidding, exchanging jerseys is a kind of mutual recognition between the players."

Tang Zhenglong Khan said: "I know it too, but ......"

Tang Zhenglong has a word of suffering.

"Give me back my jersey!"

It was as if Symbonda had been humiliated.

At this time, the system sounded a prompt - "Master, the snatched jersey does not count." ”

“……”

Tang Zhenglong could only give the jersey to Simbonda.

"That's pretty much it."

"By the way, who is the No. 3 of your team?"

Shhimbonda smiled: "It's from the same country as you." ”

"A country? Do Tottenham still have Chinese players? Tang Zhenglong wondered.

Shhimbonda gestured to the bench, "You see, it's him." ”

When Tang Zhenglong saw it, five thunders suddenly hit the top, and Tottenham No. 3 was South Korean Lee Young-pyo.

"Mom, say that I and the stick belong to the same country? This is the greatest insult to me. ”

"We are not from one country, don't talk nonsense."

"Really? I feel the same way. ”

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded for a second.

Damn face blindness!!

"He is South Korea, I am Chinese, you remember clearly!"

But here comes another problem, Li Rongpyo is No. 3, Tang Zhenglong doesn't want to whisper and go to a South Korean to ask for a jersey, which is very shameless.

After thinking about it, forget it! As long as you can complete the task, the face or something is a floating cloud.

*****

"Well, that's it, defensively in the second half, limiting Tottenham's quick attack." Moyes finishes his tactics.

Everyone high-fived each other, encouraged themselves, and then they were ready to play.

Howard glanced at Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong put on a jersey, then a second, then a third.

Howard was stupid.

"Don, what are you doing with three jerseys?"

Tang Zhenglong thinks it's too nonsense to change the jersey with an IOU, don't you want a jersey? Well, I'll wear a few more and swap them with the Tottenham players after the game.

Facing Howard, who was stunned for a while, Tang Zhenglong Khan said: "I'm afraid of the cold." ”

"Don, it's only August."

"It's cold all year round in the UK."

“……”

Howard was completely dumbfounded, and he didn't know that he thought Tang Zhenglong was stealing the jersey.

*****

After the start of the second half, Tottenham still attacked fiercely, this is White Hart Lane, and the opponent is nothing more than Everton, and the players are not willing to be down 0-1.

The pace of the game was getting faster and faster, and finally Tottenham had a good chance.

In fact, it is useless to blindly fast the pace of the game, the most important thing is the change of rhythm.

And the Tottenham player who is best at changing the rhythm of the team is Berbatov, who is known as the dashing brother.

Bulgarians are very good at controlling the tempo.

The ball was at Berbatov's feet, where he faked a shot and after shaking off the Everton defender, he suddenly slid it straight to Robbie Keane for a devastating pass.

Robbie Keane kept the ball and pushed it directly to Darren Bent in the middle, who squeezed through the defense like a black tower and smashed the ball into the goal.

With this kind of close-range shot, Howard had no choice but to watch the ball go into the net.

1 to 1.

White Hart Lane was boiling.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！

The home DJ had been suppressed for a long time, and now he could finally shout out.

GOOOOOOOAL！！

Martin Joel is also happy.

This is the Tottenham in his heart, fast attacks, sharp shots, beautiful goals.

David Moyes was a little upset with his hands on his chest, but the players still couldn't stop the opponent's quick attack, which was very frustrating.

The game continued, Tottenham's momentum became more violent, and Everton's defense was no more than that, since it could score 1, then 2, 3 is naturally not difficult.

Yakubu moved over, "Don, can you cooperate with me in your next attack?" ”

As one of the main strikers, Tang Zhenglong has scored 4 goals, and he is still zero, and it is impossible not to be in a hurry.

Rushed to the doctor in a hurry, Yakubu hoped that Tang Zhenglong would help him.

Tang Zhenglong also sweated, thinking to himself, his shooting skills are all one person's, and there is no kind of cooperation.

The assist skill also consumes a big mouth, so why make a wedding dress for others?

"Don't worry, Yakubu, I'm sure you'll be able to score a goal in this game, and it's a header."

Hearing Tang Zhenglong being so righteous, Yakubu was also very happy, he patted Tang Zhenglong, "I knew you were a good person." ”

Tottenham corner.

Moyes waved his hand and asked everyone except Tang Zhenglong to come back to help defend.

Tottenham took a corner, and the meritorious Yakubu jumped up with a header, he wanted to push the ball out, but the jump height was not enough, and the result was ......

The ball flew into his own goal.

Yakubu was stupid.

He finally scored, but it was in his own goal.

"Tang Zhenglong's prediction was right? But how is it an own goal? ”

Tang Zhenglong, who was in the opponent's half, looked at it and slapped himself lightly in the mouth.

"It seems that my crow's beak skill has been strengthened, this is too accurate."

Moyes was furious.

"In the future, corner kick defense, you all learn from Tang Zhenglong and move freely."

Tang Zhenglong Khan, what does this matter to me?

His teammates comforted Yakubu, and in all fairness, it wasn't his responsibility, he just wanted to help the team.

But in terms of scores, Everton fell behind, and the situation became serious, and Everton's first defeat of the season came so quickly.

At this moment, there was a ding.

"Got a mission?"

Tang Zhenglong entered the system and looked at the task.