The game went to 75 minutes.

It was still 2-0 with Everton leading.

Grant didn't have a lot to do, and he wasn't going to be better off the bench than these guys on the court.

This winter is bound to be exceptionally cold for Grant, and Moyes looks proud.

Chelsea were awarded a corner.

The Blues' set-piece scoring rate is still good, and Everton's side is also on the lookout, and even Tang Zhenglong has run back.

"Hey, why are you back?"

Both Everton and Chelsea players were surprised.

Sweat.

"Could it be that I can't come back?"

At this time, it was even more embarrassing, and Howard shouted at Tang Zhenglong: "Don, go to the doorpost, you are shorter." ”

……

Usually when defending corners, the shorter players in the team will come to the post to make up for the leak.

The players on both sides were stunned for a second, and then burst out laughing.

"Go, Don, you're shorter."

Tang Zhenglong was unhappy.

"I'm tall, look at Joe Cole."

"Don't mention me."

"Alright then, Don, you're the second-to-last shortest, there's nothing to say, right?"

Tang Zhenglong came to the doorpost.

"Tim, don't call me short in front of anyone in the future."

Howard Khan.

"I didn't mean that."

Howard is used to letting the short man go to the back post to stand at the back post when he takes a corner kick, but he didn't expect Tang Zhenglong to care so much.

Frank Lampard takes a corner.

Chelsea's corner tactics were rehearsed over a long period of time, with a few big men in the team running down the middle, Drogba rushing to the front point, and the ball landing was sent to the front point.

Chelsea's running disrupted Everton's defence and when they found out it was Didier Drogba who was really on the move, it was too late to watch Drogba head the ball.

Drogba hit a reverse corner, and Howard looked at the ball and sighed.

"No, it looks like there's someone at the back post."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the back doorpost, and Tang Zhenglong's head seemed to have the aura of the protagonist.

Drogba knelt down, and finally made a beautiful reverse corner, and Tang Zhenglong was still standing at the back post, which was really OMG.

"Tang Zhenglong completed the rescue, without Tang Zhenglong at the back post, this goal will definitely go in."

Tang Zhenglong held his head high.

"Who still says I'm short!"

Howard patted Tang Zhenglong's head, "Well done, come back more to help defend in the future." ”

"This ...... It depends. ”

*****

By the end of the game, the Chelsea players had left it alone.

All three lines are pressed, and a goal must be scored, otherwise you will not be able to save face.

And Everton, except for Tang Zhenglong, all retreated, and the Toffees played the best defense.

On the other side, Tang Zhenglong had already left work early, standing still in the front court, his skills had run out, he had scored two goals, and he was still running.

Suddenly, a ball flew in the backcourt.

It was a simple goal, but Chelsea defender Alex suddenly slipped.

By mistake, Tang Zhenglong has a chance to go alone.

Tang Zhenglong is unhappy, I'm ready to get off work, why is there still a chance?

Once a striker's body has slackened, it is not easy to wind up again.

Tang Zhenglong really didn't want to run, but this opportunity was too good, it couldn't be said that he couldn't run if he didn't run, Tang Zhenglong could only run forward with the ball.

'There were big mistakes at the back of the Chelsea defence.

"This is a gift for Tang Zhenglong."

In front of Tang Zhenglong, only Cudicini remained.

"Okay, I'm going to pass."

Tang Zhenglong intends to be a pendulum pass, the same as Ronaldo.

Sink your left shoulder, then quickly hand the ball to your right foot, and ......

There is no then.

Tang Zhenglong accidentally stepped on the ball, and then tragedy.

The narrator was dumbfounded.

"Tang Zhenglong is outstanding, and the result is ...... Passed yourself. ”

"I now believe that Tang Zhenglong loves Chelsea, which is too fake."

The audience burst into applause.

"Tang Zhenglong must pretend."

Only Tang Zhenglong knew in his heart that he really made a mistake, stepped on the ball, and fell quite badly.

Cudicini patted Tang Zhenglong and whispered - thank you.

"Thanks? Thank you, sister, I'm about to fall apart. ”

"Woo woo, I'm off work, why did you give me a single knife."

The referee ran over and motioned for Tang Zhenglong to get up.

Tang Zhenglong has been injured countless times, but this time he was really injured.

"Referee, I need a stretcher."

"Stop making a fuss."

"I didn't make a fuss."

Cudicini came out to be a peacemaker.

"Referee, I'll carry him out."

"You carry me? Isn't that even more unclear? ”

"Oh my God, Cudicini carried Tang Zhenglong on his back, should this game be considered match-fixing?" The narrator quipped.

Fortunately, Tang Zhenglong scored two goals, otherwise it would really be unclear.

Everton's team doctor circled the majority of the pitch behind the Chelsea goal.

Tang Zhenglong's small expression, with a hint of stubbornness in the pain, has improved his acting skills.

The team doctor touched Tang Zhenglong's calf.

"Ahh

"It hurts!!"

The team doctor was stunned, Tang Zhenglong could even play the conditioned reflex so well?

"Don, your acting skills have improved."

"Progress your sister!!"

Tang Zhenglong was about to cry to death.

"I'm really twisted this time."

"Really twisted?"

The team doctor touched it and was startled, Tang Zhenglong's ankle was swollen.

"It hurts!"

"Or else? Is there anyone who can listen to me? ”

The team doctor helped Tang Zhenglong back to the bench, and Moyes immediately understood the situation.

"What? Really sprained? ”

"Seriously?"

"Check it out after the game."

"Don, I thought you were pretending to avoid offending Chelsea."

……

"Well, I don't have anything more to say."

The final score was fixed at 2-0 as Everton won Chelsea to continue leading the table.

After the game, Grant was ready to leave quickly, but the reporters were quick and blocked him first.

"Avram, do you still think Tang Zhenglong is useless?"

Grant was still stiff-mouthed.

'I'm still sticking to my opinion, I don't like players who don't follow the tactics and that's not going to change.

"But Tang Zhenglong proved that if he doesn't follow the tactics, he can still score goals and help the team win."

Grant snorted, "What do you want to say?" Should I quit right away? ”

"Okay, then you can watch the news and wait for my resignation letter."

Grant rarely loses his demeanor, and the reporters are a little dumbfounded.

"What kind of anger, I lost the ball, take out my anger on us!"

On the other hand, Tang Zhenglong appeared in the mixed interview area in a wheelchair.

Everyone tacitly knew that Tang Zhenglong acted in a full set.

"Don, I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Don, let's be alive tomorrow."

The more Tang Zhenglong listened, the more wrong he became, what did he mean? Could it be that everyone thinks I'm cheating?

"Master, you like to cheat too much, so no one will believe you when you are really hurt."

Tang Zhenglong thought of two lines of poetry - once he entered the system, he was as deep as the sea, and from then on he was a passerby.