GOOOOOOOOOOAL！！

Cheers rang out at Wembley Stadium.

GOOOOOOOOOOAL！！

"Tang Zhenglong scored again."

Lao Lei's face was pale.

Tang Zhenglong rushed to the goal and fished out the ball.

"Nani, I scored."

"Was it Rooney? Now it's Nani again? ”

James was completely angry, and reached out to choke the back of Tang Zhenglong's neck.

"Are you deaf bastard? I said it, don't disgust me. ”

"Referee, help."

James reacted and let go immediately, but it was too late, and a yellow card couldn't run away.

Tang Zhenglong snickered, the yellow card has come, so will the red card be far away?

The game continued, and slowly, Lao Lei found that his team and Everton were no longer at the same level.

Everton are very experienced in possession of the ball in midfield, so it's no wonder they won the Premier League.

But Lao Lei is still unconvinced, and the term Everton has no connection with the giants.

It's like the feeling of being looked down upon by an upstart, yesterday we were the same people, why are you different today.

Defy!!

Disagree, but on the pitch, it was difficult for Pusmouth to create chances on goal.

Tang Zhenglong peeked at James.

"How can I give him another yellow card?"

"It's okay to foul a foul, like forming a single knife and being knocked down by James, it's definitely a yellow card."

"Okay, let's do it!!"

Tang Zhenglong ran back and found a few teammates in the midfield.

"Put back the pressure on the formation a little bit and let the opponent attack, then I will have a chance to counterattack."

The teammates looked at each other.

"But the boss's tactical order is to let us keep the ball."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head.

"Just listen to me."

……

Be dumbfounded.

Listen to you? How old are you?

"Don, you should know that disobeying the manager's orders will be beaten."

"No! We in China have a saying that if you are outside, you will not be subject to the king's order. ”

Everyone put on a bewildered expression.

"We don't study much, and we haven't been to China, don't lie to us."

Tang Zhenglong patted everyone on the shoulder.

"It's okay, listen to me."

Everyone looked at each other, or just listen to Tang Zhenglong? It's really hard to say whether the team is big Moyes or Tang Zhenglong big now.

Moyes suddenly felt that something was wrong, why did his team retreat?

"Why did they come back?"

Generally, the defense is because the strength is not as good as the opponent and cannot control the ball in the midfield, and Everton at this time is completely overwhelming the opponent in the midfield.

"Maybe it's a tactic, it's easier to fight a counterattack like this."

"But I haven't ordered it yet!!"

"David, have you noticed that after Tang Zhenglong ran back just now, everyone began to shrink the defensive line."

"It seems to be! Don't!! ”

Twenty seconds later, Tang Zhenglong was called to the sidelines.

"Say! It's not a tactic that you changed. ”

"No, how dare I."

"So what's going on?"

Moyes pointed to the changed formation on the pitch.

"How do I know that?"

"Why don't I ask someone at halftime? How about a £1 million bet? ”

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, 1 million? That's your own life.

"Say it."

Tang Zhenglong lowered his head.

"I'll admit that I changed the tactics."

Moyes was angry, and Tang Zhenglong can now modify his tactical layout privately?

"Boss, listen to me, I'm also for the good of the team, now that we're ahead, defending and counterattacking is the best option."

Moyes blushed, and Alan said on the side: "Don, it's not a question of right or wrong, but it can only be the manager who modifies the tactics." ”

Tang Zhenglong pretended to admit his mistakes and had a good attitude.

"Okay, I see, I never will."

Moyes was defeated by Tang Zhenglong, and his pitiful face made people angry.

"Alright, go back."

"Okay, boss."

After Tang Zhenglong left, Moyes and Alan looked at each other and smiled.

"Sometimes you can't help it."

"I think that's the cutest thing about Don."

"Hahaha."

In the face of Everton's weakness, Pusmouth really thought that Everton had a problem and began to press the formation.

"Yes, this is Everton's real strength, just now it was an illusion, how can Everton be so strong."

Lao Lei hopes that the team can score a goal, get the score back, and then overtake it in the second half.

The ball was passed in front of the penalty area, but Pusselmouth lacked the kind of player who could deliver the lethal blow, such as Everton's Mikel Arteta.

Eventually, Diarra opted for a long-range shot in front of the penalty area, and the ball was held by Howard.

In the distance, Howard saw Tang Zhenglong waving.

This is an opportunity to fight back.

Howard drove past with a big foot, and it was only after Pusmouth reacted that there were so few people in his own backline.

"What are you doing? Run back. Lao Lei was waving his hand and shouting, he had already seen the crisis.

Tang Zhenglong faced the goalkeeper after passing a person with the ball.

This time James was on the lookout, taking a few steps and also taking care to block the angle of the shot.

"Will Don score again?"

The commentator didn't want the game to lose suspense so quickly.

While running, Tang Zhenglong's left shoulder suddenly sank, and James' eyes widened.

"Oh no, he's going to pass."

The ball, the sideline, and then it's a pass.

"Pounce on me, pounce on me."

But James, an old goalkeeper, is very clean, he did not pounce on Tang Zhenglong, but continued to seal the angle.

"Holy!! I'm not fooled. ”

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, so he could only fake a fall, so he ......

"Oh my God, Tang Zhenglong fell, is it a penalty?"

James shook his finger at the referee, indicating that the ball had nothing to do with him.

"He fell on his own."

Tang Zhenglong sat on the ground and rubbed his legs, and the referee took out a yellow card while running.

"Hahaha, I got my way."

"Wait a minute...... Referee, are you mistaken? ”

I saw that the referee gave Tang Zhenglong a yellow card.

Tang Zhenglong stood up suddenly.

"My yellow card?"

"That's right, you faked a fall, and your left leg tripped over your right leg."

……

"How good is your eyesight, you can see so far away?"

"Referee, how is it possible for my left leg to trip over my right leg? It's not scientific. ”

"I think so too, Don, you're such a genius."

Tang Zhenglong laughed awkwardly.

"Lord referee, can you cancel my yellow card for the sake of my genius."

"It's impossible."

……

Tang Zhenglong was about to sweat to death.

At this time, a big hand patted Tang Zhenglong's shoulder.

"Don, you failed to kill people, you deserve it."

Tang Zhenglong smiled, "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, my left leg accidentally tripped over my right leg, and there is no such thing as a fake fall." ”

But with a yellow card on his back, you have to be careful next, but don't get the opponent down, go down first.