After each game, the team doctor will give Moyes a medical report to assess the physical condition of the players.

European football is already highly professionalised, the body is everything to the player, and the team doctor must be in charge of all this.

Moyes did not look at the report.

"I only care about Tang Zhenglong and Yakubu's injuries."

"Tang Zhenglong would have had a few days off, while Yakubu will miss next week's game against Sunderland."

Moyes nodded.

"Tang Zhenglong is fine."

The team doctor leaves, and Alain enters.

"David, turn on the computer and look at this."

Moyes turned on the computer, and it was an interview with Keane.

"Tang Zhenglong, the clown, not only cheated injuries, but also played match-fixing in the game, which is a serious crime, and he should be banned for life."

Keane's Sunderland is Everton's next opponent, so the feud between him and Tang Zhenglong was once again used by the media to fry cold rice.

Keane rebuked Tang for what he did in the game against Chelsea.

"He doesn't run, that's laziness, that's his personal problem, but it's not his personal business to play match-fixing."

"There is such an obvious fake fall, the referee didn't give him a yellow card, is it possible that the entire Premier League is revolving around Tang Zhenglong?"

"Roy? Do you think Tang Zhenglong will make a comeback before the game against Sunderland? ”

Keane smiled and shook his head.

"He didn't dare!"

The reporters were stunned, these words are arrogant enough, who gave you the courage?

"Who TMD gave you courage? Liang Jingru? ”

In the gym, Tang Zhenglong was holding a barbell while watching the news.

Yakubu beside him comforted: "Don, he is a snake, he was swept away by Manchester United, his face is not beaten, don't worry about him." ”

"I didn't bother with him."

After finishing the strength training in the gym, Tang Zhenglong was called by Moyes.

"Don, after discussing with Alain, I decided that you will be substituted in the next round against Sunderland."

"Why?"

"You should know why."

Moyes thinks that now Everton is the first in the league, even if there is no Tang Zhenglong, it is easy to play a relegation team like Sunderland, there is no need to take risks, Keane's kind of person has no bottom line, in case his people hit Tang Zhenglong, it will be a big loss.

But Tang Zhenglong doesn't think so, and he also expects to collect enough fines for the game against Sunderland.

If it goes well, we might be able to collect three tickets in a single game against Sunderland, so we can't afford to miss this opportunity.

"Boss, I firmly refuse."

"Don, Keane has no bottom line, don't forget the tragedy of Haaland."

The implication is that Keane is likely to let his players treat Tang Zhenglong the way he does.

"Boss, if a threat can make me not play, then how will I mix in football in the future?"

Moyes was speechless for a while, this is also true, when it comes to the key game in the future, as long as the opponent threatens to abolish Tang Zhenglong, is it difficult for the coach to arrange for him to rest?

"Keane is different, he has no bottom line."

"Boss, you've said that, I know what you mean, but the more bullies, the less we can be intimidated."

I don't know why, at this time, Tang Zhenglong's image in Moyes's heart suddenly reached 2.2 meters.

But soon, Moyes wanted to smoke himself, Tang Zhenglong was still the same Tang Zhenglong, and he would cause trouble in the afternoon.

******

Tang Zhenglong gathered a group of reporters and showed his CT film and diagnosis and treatment report.

When the reporters saw it, it was really hurt!!

"Roy said that I was cheating and playing match-fixing, and I reserve the right to sue for this matter, and I will sue him for defaming me."

'I also asked the FA to take care of me in the next games, because Keane's words yesterday seemed to threaten me to turn me into a second Haaland, and I was so scared.

"Tang, you're in a wheelchair, can you still play the next game?"

"I don't know, I'm afraid that if I play, then I will always be in a wheelchair."

Burst.

'Think about Haaland, think about Cech, the violence on the pitch in the Premier League is really serious.

"It's just that there are too many people like Keane, and he's now openly threatening to depose me."

And then......

Tang Zhenglong cried.

Moyes was dumbfounded watching the live broadcast in front of the TV.

"This guy can already cry in 10 seconds."

Alain laughed like a pig brother.

"But in this way, public opinion is on our side."

Moyes smiled bitterly: "Football delayed Tang Zhenglong to become the actor." ”

"Hahaha."

*****

Early in the morning, Keane left the house and came to his car, and he immediately exploded.

His black BMW was sprayed with white paint and it read - "Die, butcher." ”

"You're a disgrace to the Premier League, trash."

When I came to the club, there were also a lot of protesting fans outside the gate, most of them Sunderland fans.

"Roy, you've put Sunderland to shame."

"You trash."

Foul language poured in.

If it weren't for the security guards, Keane would probably have gotten into a fight with the fans.

"Roy, don't get excited."

"Are these people crazy? They're Sunderland fans. ”

"It was Tang Zhenglong's cry when he was interviewed yesterday, and he moved the whole of the United Kingdom."

Keane was dumbfounded.

"That's all pretended."

"But the fans don't know, now you are a bad person, Tang Zhenglong is a good person, and the media is so promoted."

Keane froze.

"Just because he can cry, he becomes a good man?"

"I'm afraid that's the case, and his mouth is too capable of talking, if he is British, then it is estimated that he will definitely be a politician in the future."

Burst.

Keane wanted to vomit blood.

At this moment, with a bang, a rotten egg hit Keane's big face.

A stench of hydrogen sulfide permeated.

Keane clenched his fists and shouted at the fans: "You bastards, get out of the way Everton." ”

The team staff covered their faces and thought: "With your stinky temper, no wonder you can't fight Tang Zhenglong." ”

*****

"Boss, what are you looking for me for?"

Moyes rubbed his hands and asked, "Don, how did you manage to cry in 10 seconds, can you teach me." ”

……

"It's talent."

"Boss, if you really can't cry, use eye drops."

Moyes picked up a small notebook and threw it at Tang Zhenglong.

"You think I'm complimenting you, is there any benefit in deliberately provoking Keane? It will only bring danger to yourself. ”

"Boss, I think we have to be brave in the face of villains, or the villains will ride on your head."

"I know the truth."

David Moyes understands that there are too many off-the-board moves on the pitch, especially with a team like all butchers.

"I want you to make sure I don't get hurt, I need you to score more goals for me."

"Boss, I promise."

'Why don't we go to Chelsea together next year, I have a good relationship with Chelsea's management.'

Moyes lifted the telephone and threw it over.

"You stinky boy, you really want to overhead me."