The outside world says that Everton is a toffee, but compared to Makelele, Everton's defense can really only be regarded as good.

Tang Zhenglong felt that Makelele was almost sticking to him.

"No, I can't get by, what should I do?"

Tang Zhenglong had an idea.

"By the way, talk to the other person."

"Hey."

……

Makelle put on a stinky face, it was really a stinky face that couldn't be stinky anymore, and it was the first time Tang Zhenglong had met someone who couldn't talk at all.

"Okay, then I'm really going to make a big move this time."

Entering the system, Tang Zhenglong spent 500 points to exchange for Marseille slalom.

"This time I have to let my opponent know how good I am."

*****

"Tang Zhenglong's speed is very fast, but he can't pass Makelle at all."

Grant was confident.

Tang Zhenglong is of course very strong, but his flaws are also quite obvious.

Seeing that Tang Zhenglong was locked, Moyes was anxious, Tang Zhenglong was the most important scoring point, without Tang Zhenglong, Everton's goals were less than 80%.

When the ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet, he immediately turned around to protect the ball.

At this time, a cold voice came from behind him - "Why are you so nervous?" ”

Tang Zhenglong glanced at it.

"Damn, you are alive."

Makelle rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you teach me how to get past you?"

“……”

Makelle turns on Crash Mode again.

Not far away, Yakubu fell into depression, and Chelsea's defense was all focused on Tang Zhenglong's side, completely ignoring his own existence.

"Hey!! We at Everton are two strikers. ”

"Double Striker!!"

Yakubu beckoned with his hands.

"Guys, pass me the ball, over here, I'm here."

Neville saw that Yakubu was asking for the ball, and since Tang Zhenglong was locked, maybe Yakubu had an opportunity.

A low flat ball was pushed over, and the defense on Yakubu's side was really like papier-mâché.

Nigerians are super excited.

"Haha, I'm going to score."

Facing Cech, Yakubu picked up his ankle and opted to shoot.

Then he was fantasizing about how to celebrate, but ......

Cech didn't even take off, and with a slight stretch of his hands, he took the ball off.

“……”

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny.

In fantasy, Yakubu thinks his picks are as coquettish as Totti's, but in reality, Cech is as difficult holding the ball as he is in training.

"Master, am I not fit to play as a striker?"

Tang Zhenglong patted Yakubu, who was depressed.

"Failure is the mother of success."

"But I've failed for a long time, and I haven't seen a child born."

"This ......"

Tang Zhenglong can't go on anymore.

"It's okay, you'll definitely score next time."

"No, my opponent has already spotted me as a threat, and they will focus on me."

Tang Zhenglong Khan thought to himself: "I'm afraid you're thinking too much about this." ”

Soon, Yakubu was shocked to find that his opponents were still ignoring him.

"What!! Did I shoot or ignore me? ”

Yakubu was puffed up, this was the humiliation of Chiguoguo.

Soon, Everton found their way into the box, this time the ball was at the feet of Cahill and the Australian broke through at high speed near the baseline.

Tang Zhenglong quickly inserted the front point.

Makelele followed him, and just as the ball came over, Makelele put a shovel and fell down at the same time as Tang Zhenglong.

It's a pair tactic, one for the other, and no fouls.

Just when everyone's attention was on Tang Zhenglong, the ball leaked and came to the back point.

As soon as the camera turned, Yakubu was facing a half-empty door at the back point.

"Hahaha, the master is right, my chance to score a goal has come."

Yakubu pushes with the arch of his foot.

At this moment, there was a hole in the pitch of the pit daddy, and the ball bounced in front of Yakubu, and just like that, Yakubu kicked the bottom of the ball.

And then......

He was tragic.

"Oh my God, the door won't come in."

The Chelsea defender came over and patted Yakubu and said, "Thank you for clearing the ball, it's so close, if I clear it myself, it's really likely to be an own goal." ”

“……”

Tang Zhenglong ran over and patted Carvalho, "Be kind, how can you be like this!" ”

Yakubu stood up.

"Master, I think what he said is right."

Tang Zhenglong comforted: "I've seen it all, it's a pit here." ”

"If it were you, I would definitely be able to get in."

Carvalho smiled: "If it was Tang Zhenglong, then I would not have given him such a chance to shoot." ”

"Enough!!"

Tang Zhenglong patted Yakubu, this guy is quite pitiful.

"Don't be sad, I'll give you special training when you go back, and you will become the second striker in the Premier League after me Tang Zhenglong in the future."

Carvalho on the side was stunned, Tang Zhenglong's ability to flicker is okay, and he is still a master?

After Yakubu's two "god-level" performances, his teammates were embarrassed to give him the ball, and Tang Zhenglong once again became the hub of receiving the ball in the front court.

The ball reached Tang Zhenglong's feet, and Makelele reappeared.

"Okay, watch me Marseille slalom this time."

Tang Zhenglong gently slid the ball out a little, and then stepped on the ball and turned around.

"Marseille sending the ball again?"

But soon Makelle found that this time was different, the ball seemed to be stuck to Tang Zhenglong's instep, and it rotated together, the whole process was done in one go, Makelle wanted to stretch his feet, but found that there was no room for him to stand on his feet.

"Pretty!!"

"Tang Zhenglong turned Marseille and got past Makelele."

Grant was dumbfounded, Makelle looked like a nerd just now, and Tang Zhenglong teased him with a Marseille slalom.

After passing, entering the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong did not hesitate for a second, and immediately got up and shot.

This time the ball bombarded the goal like a rocket launcher, and Cech couldn't save the ball even like an octopus with three heads and six arms.

The ball was like a Raptors crossing the river, and it flew into the goal with a bang.

Goodison Park was packed up.

GOOOOOAL！！！

After Yakubu missed the empty goal, Tang Zhenglong hit such a burst shot, which felt particularly cool.

Everton are on a binge.

Ballack leaned over, "That guy really knows how to turn Marseille, I said he must have pretended last time, and made the Marseille slalom into a Marseille send-off." ”

Makelle has no superfluous nonsense, a mistake is a mistake, he was teased by Tang Zhenglong, there is nothing to say.

1 to 1.

If the score is maintained until the end, then it will still be Chelsea who are out, and the pressure will return to Grant's side again.

Thousands of precautions, but still didn't guard against Tang Zhenglong.

Damn!!

However, Grant does not want to show his cowardice in front of Moyes, he is still very calm on the surface, after all, it only takes one goal for the right to advance to belong to Chelsea again.

I can't be slapped in the face by Tang Zhenglong this time! Grant clenched his fists.