Wembley Stadium, the second largest stadium in Europe, after the Camp Nou in Spain.

It was almost full today, half Tottenham fans, half Everton fans, and some local neutral London fans.

David Moyes stood on the sidelines, his hands on his chest, feeling what it was like to be in the final, which was his first time in the final since leading the team.

It's the same with Ramos on the other side.

He came to England to prove himself and he hopes he can be as successful as Rafael Benitez.

Five minutes after the start of the game, Tang Zhenglong's head dinged.

"What's wrong?"

"New skills are on."

"Ball path prediction?"

"That's right."

Berbatov picked up a shot, and the ball went around Howard and rolled slowly into the goal.

"Scored?"

"So it's going to happen in 10 seconds?"

Tang Zhenglong has seen the power of new skills, how far can a person run in 10 seconds? If you're a professional athlete, it's okay to run about 100 meters.

"Master, you were stunned for two seconds, which means that there are eight seconds left."

Tang Zhenglong didn't say a word, and immediately accelerated and ran back.

It's getting faster and faster, knowing what's coming, and the most important thing is to get in front of goal in time to stop the goal from happening.

*****

'There was a mistake at the back of Everton and the ball went straight through.

The ball was at Berbatov's feet, and the dashing brother chose to pick it lightly, but Howard came out without touching the ball.

'Let's congratulate Tottenham on scoring first.' As soon as the commentator's voice fell, a shout sounded on the court, because Tang Zhenglong was chasing back, and it seemed that he might be able to catch up.

"Tang Zhenglong is still chasing, it's amazing, how did he guess that the opponent would shoot?"

On the goal line, Tang Zhenglong kicked the ball away.

"It's so exciting, Tang Zhenglong has completed the defence."

"Tang Zhenglong!!"

The teammate ran back.

"Don, how did you come after you?"

"Because I predict the future."

The teammates were stunned for a second, then laughed.

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

"Laughing."

Howard stepped up, "Don, I know you're bragging, but thank you, if you hadn't chased it back in time, the goal would have gone in." ”

"Yes, thank you."

Everyone patted Tang Zhenglong, and then dispersed.

Moyes on the sidelines saw it very clearly that Tang Zhenglong started chasing back when Berbatov hadn't shot yet.

"Alain, did you just see that? Tang Zhenglong started chasing back when the opponent hadn't shot yet, could he have predicted? ”

Moyes and Alain looked at each other and knew that it was impossible, then there was only one possibility.

"Tang Zhenglong's ability to compete has improved."

The two of them said the same answer, and then laughed.

The ability to play is the most important ability of a player, and it is also the only ability that cannot be improved through training.

For example, Italy's Cannavaro, he can always get stuck in the right position when defending, this is the ability of the game, he can predict the opponent's intentions in advance when the attack is not yet formed.

"Tang Zhenglong, this guy is really surprising." Alain laughed.

Ramos, who was not far away, was very unhappy, he and Moyes had the same idea, that is, Tang Zhenglong's ability to play had improved, otherwise what had just happened would have been unexplainable.

"This bastard is still improving!"

Ramos looked at Ridley King at the back, he arranged Ridley King to defend Tang Zhenglong in this game, and now it may seem a little insufficient.

Ding.

"Got a mission?"

Tang Zhenglong found that there were fewer temporary tasks this season, but instead collected tasks, in fact, he still liked this kind of temporary tasks, which was more interesting.

Mission: To recreate the great tradition of the English goalkeeper Butter Hand.

Reward: 1000 Bigmouth Points.

Punishment: Punished by Edith for kneeling on the washboard.

A revival of the great tradition of England's goalkeeper Butter Hand?

What the hell is this?

The England goalkeeper is unreliable, and the whole world knows that from Robinson to James, and then to Joe Hart, they are all the benefactors of jokers.

"System, what does this task mean? Is it to make me shoot with a little more power? ”

"Master, you are an adult, you have to learn to do tasks independently."

Tang Zhenglong almost squirted out a mouthful of salt soda.

"And what the hell is this punishment? Where do you get a washboard in the UK? ”

"It's okay to kneel on the keyboard."

"Fuck you!!"

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, did he really smear the butter on the ball?

*****

Moyes suddenly found that Tang Zhenglong was gone.

"Where's Tang Zhenglong?"

"Gone?"

The player is missing on the field, and this may only be done by Tang Zhenglong.

"David, look."

Looking in the direction Alain pointed, Moyes saw Tang Zhenglong chatting with the caddy.

"How much does this guy like to chat?"

"Hey, kid, I'll give you a jersey, can you do something for me?"

"What's the matter?" The caddy looked a little shy.

"You go get a packet of butter."

"Butter?"

"Yes."

"What?"

Tang Zhenglong told the matter.

The caddie was stunned for a moment, "Is that a sabotage of football?" ”

"No, that's to protect the football, you see how sharp the grass is on the turf, and a little butter on the ball can protect the ball."

The caddy is very young, but he's not stupid.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

Fail!!

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, butter is estimated to be impossible, but is hand cream possible?

Tang Zhenglong ran back to the sideline and gestured at Pinal.

"What?"

"Get me some hand cream, my hands are bursting."

Pinar took hand cream for Tang Zhenglong and squeezed out a little more peas.

"Not enough, not enough, more."

"That's it."

"It's not enough, you keep squeezing, I say stop, you stop."

Pinar continued to squeeze.

"It's okay now, right?"

Tang Zhenglong snatched the hand cream and squeezed it all out, Pier was stunned, what is this? Wash your hands with hand cream?

Tang Zhenglong got a lot of oil and left satisfied, and Pinar was stunned for a moment.

"You will never understand Tang Zhenglong's world."

When the football went out of the sideline, Tang Zhenglong immediately ran over, picked up the ball and touched it, and smeared the hand cream on the ball.

"It should be fine."

When the ball is slippery, the feeling of kicking it is almost the same, but when you hold it with your hands, it feels far worse.

Little did Robinson know that his great tradition as an England goalkeeper was about to begin.

Ridley King was pressed by the Everton players to push the ball back to his goalkeeper, Robinson saw this kind of ball, of course, he picked it with his hands, and just when Robinson reached out to pick the ball, an incredible scene happened, he got rid of it.

The ball rolls into the goal.