Diego Godin.

Uruguayan tough guy.

Godin was responsible for marking Tang Zhenglong in this game.

Tang Zhenglong's self-confidence began to burst after the speed was upgraded to 90, and it felt like he was hanging all the time.

"How do I think Don's speed has picked up again." Moyes said to Alain, who was beside him.

"It's unlikely, Tang Du is almost 23 years old, it stands to reason that he is stereotyped in terms of speed, right?"

"Could it be that Tang has lost weight?"

"That seems even more unlikely."

On the court, Tang Zhenglong became more and more depressed the more he played.

There are many kinds of speed on the football field, such as explosiveness, running with the ball, and endurance, and Tang Zhenglong's 90 refers to the highest speed while running with the ball.

And Godin is very good at suppressing Tang Zhenglong's start.

That's why it's impossible for a sprinter to come and play football, because you can't add up if you want to accelerate, and the opposing defenders will limit you.

The green field is not a 100-meter runway, it is full of fierce confrontation.

"Damn, why is my 90 useless?"

"Master, your understanding of speed is too one-sided."

"Really?"

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, isn't speed just speed? What else?

"Master, you can appreciate it."

In fact, it is not easy for the opponent Godin, he feels that Tang Zhenglong is as slippery as a loach, if he doesn't press it at the first time, let him pass, and accelerate to success, then it is basically impossible to suppress him again.

Tang Zhenglong found Godin.

"Your name is Godin, right?"

"My name is Diego Godin."

"Your name is Diego, too?"

In Spanish-speaking countries, there are as many people named Godin as there are Zhang Wei in China.

"My father-in-law's name is Diego."

"Your father-in-law?"

"Yes, Maradona, the Argentine one."

Godin rolled his eyes.

"Shameless!!"

"By the way, I'm at 90 now, can you please don't interfere with me, let me rush once, I'd love to try my limit."

Tang Zhenglong's skills can only be used in official matches, so he especially wants to give it a try, but the opponent is like listening to the heavenly book.

"Are you speaking English?"

"That's right."

"Okay, stop talking to me in English."

……

*****

The tactic developed by Manuel Pellegrini was simple – attacking Everton's back.

The Premier League team is fast-paced, and when attacking, the defenders press a lot, so there is a lot of space behind them, and several of Everton's defenders like to attack, such as Baines.

Manuel Pellegrini is a master tactician, and the tactics he has developed are very positive, and he is waiting for his chance.

Everton failed to attack several times, and Huang waited for the opportunity, and finally, they waited.

The Yellow Submarine is a double striker, one is the Italian golden boy Rossi, and the other is the high school forward Llorente (not the Bilbao one, the other Llorente).

Seizing a chance, Pire sent in a mid-range cross that found Llorente's head, and the Spanish striker was a guise for a header that flicked the ball over to Rossi on the other side.

Everton was taken aback, only to realize that the small man on the Yellow Submarine's front line was the biggest threat, and Baines quickly chased back, but it was too late, and Rossi tore open a hole and faced goalkeeper Howard.

"Shoot!!"

GOOOOOOOOAL！！！

The cautious Chilean didn't celebrate right away, but looked at the referee first to make sure Rossi wasn't offside.

Moyes lowered his head and conceded the ball first.

"I knew there wasn't anything good in Spain."

"David, do you really care about that incident?"

“……”

“……”

Moyes patted Alain on the shoulder, "Were you taken by Tang Zhenglong?" Now the mouth is so big. ”

“……”

*****

"My speed is 90, I'm 90, I'm 90."

Tang Zhenglong is like a handsome guy, but the feeling of turning back when walking on the street is zero.

"I'm so fast, why doesn't anyone care about me."

"Master, it's not good for a man to be too fast."

“……”

"Nima's, your system is dirtier than me now."

Tang Zhenglong looked at Godin, he must use his speed to make the opponent deflated, and let the opponent know that I am powerful.

Right!

That's it!!

"Hey, you stepped on my foot."

Tang Zhenglong looked down and accidentally stepped on Godin's feet.

"You've got big feet."

"Nonsense, I'm a lot taller than you."

“……”

"You're not fit to play as a striker, you're too short to stand up."

"Nima!!"

"I'm the World Footballer, okay?" However, Tang Zhenglong did not say this.

After a while, Howard opened the door.

Originally, the goalkeeper could open the door with a big kick, but suddenly Howard saw Tang Zhenglong running back.

"Give me the ball."

Howard was dumbfounded, why did Tang Zhenglong come back?

"Give it to me."

Howard could only push the ball to Tang Zhenglong.

Moyes also noticed that something was wrong, what was Tang Zhenglong doing when he came back?

Tang Zhenglong had already run between the two central defenders at this time, which was indeed very strange, and even the well-informed Pellegrini couldn't understand it.

'The striker goes back to the back to receive the goal? What the? ”

Tang Zhenglong turned around after taking the ball, and then ran faster and faster.

"That's a kid who's fast."

The fans at the Love Song Stadium couldn't help but stand up, because this scene was a bit familiar, didn't Messi do that in the league?

It takes distance to fill up the speed of 90, so Tang Zhenglong ran back, and as the speed became faster and faster, the players of the Yellow Submarine also began to get nervous.

Midfielder Senna. Cazorla was passed one after another, and soon, Tang Zhenglong faced Godin.

"This guy went back just to speed up? Then all I can say is that you are very weird. ”

Godin knows that against fast players, it's good to get stuck in position, as long as the opponent bumps into him.

So Godin stuck Tang Zhenglong's only way forward.

But...... He was dumbfounded.

Tang Zhenglong actually passed the ball.

"Haha, stupid, you think I'll do it alone?"

After Saha received the ball, he and Tang Zhenglong came to a one-two, knocked the ball back, and Godin was stunned like a wooden stake.

Tang Zhenglong faced goalkeeper Diego López, slammed his left foot and shot with his right foot.

Ball......

Roll, roll, just as I was about to enter the door, someone touched it.

GOOOOOOOOOAL！！！

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, the ball was about to roll into the goal, Saha made up for it again, and then the goal became his.

"Hey, this ball is mine, why don't you touch it."

Saha laughed, "Don, I knew what you wanted to do when I made the ball for you, so I immediately ran to the goal." ”

……

Tang Zhenglong felt like he had been robbed.

"Don, you score so many goals, you shouldn't mind if I score one, right?"

"I mind, scoring goals is like a girlfriend, no more."

But Tang Zhenglong didn't say anything, but smiled: "Of course I don't mind, remember to make me a ball next time." ”

"Hahaha, let's talk about it."