Mission: Nice glide to celebrate.

Reward: +10 for defense.

Penalty: -5 speed.

It's only been 10 minutes since the game started, and the strange task is here again.

"System, what do you mean by a nice glide?"

"Look at the rules."

Tang Zhenglong looked at it.

The system judges will score the actions according to the score.

"Damn, five virtual judges, remove one of the highest scores, remove one of the lowest scores, and then take the average score."

"Isn't that the rules of diving? System, do you think I haven't watched the Olympic diving competition? It's your rule for copying people. ”

The system sweats to death.

"Hehe, what can't be copied, how ugly it is, this is called borrowing."

“……”

I took this cheekiness!!!

But to celebrate, to score first.

"Okay, let's go first."

Godin looked at Tang Zhenglong.

"Big man, how have you been doing these past few weeks?"

Godin glared at Tang Zhenglong fiercely, "Our boss said that we must not chat with you, otherwise the second team will be delegated." ”

"Why?"

"Because those words at the press conference hurt the boss's self-esteem."

"Damn, his self-esteem is so fragile."

Godin stopped talking, and Tang Zhenglong was helpless.

Ding.

10-second warning.

This Tang Zhenglong is already very familiar, which means that there will be a situation where the goal will be conceded?

*****

"Yellow Submarine's free kick."

The commentary is meaningful, but there was a so-called "intelligencegate" incident before the game.

Moyes glanced at Pellegrini.

It stands to reason that as long as the other party is not stupid, it must be a change of tactics.

Pellegrini also saw Moyes's eyes, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, as if slightly provocative.

Then the two looked at each other and smiled.

Piret looked at Rossi at the front and then at Llorente at the back.

A curling ball goes in.

Pre-point or post-point? Howard was still guessing, but suddenly, he realized that the ball was flying towards the goal.

"Oh my God."

Pire's ghost feet were so unexpected that it was too late for Howard to find out.

At this moment, a person appeared in front of the door - Tang Zhenglong.

"He flew the ball out."

Manuel Pellegrini couldn't help but explode a foul mouth.

"And said he hadn't seen my information, so he could only appear in front of the door? It's clear that we know our tactics in advance. ”

Moyes has a feeling that the other party has obviously modified his tactics, and this old Chilean man is still pretending to be X, and he is deliberately pretending to be X for the fourth official, which is really bad.

Moyes walked over, "You're not pretending you haven't changed your tactics, are you?" ”

Pellegrini shrugged, "I really don't. ”

"Hehe, you still say that Tang Zhenglong is shameless, I think you are really shameless."

Manuel Pellegrini sneered: "Then how do you explain that your player is exactly in front of goal, as if he knew everything in advance. ”

Moyes was stunned, this is indeed a very strange thing, and Tang Zhenglong has not done this for the first time.

"Look, there's nothing to say."

"Is it okay for my players to have strong anticipation?"

*****

'The tempo of the game was a bit slow and the 2-2 scoreline gave Everton the advantage of away goals.

Moyes thinks the same way, and on Pellegrini's side, the Yellow Submarine does not have the ability to attack the opponent, so it is not surprising that the two sides maintain a tacit understanding.

At this moment, Yellow Submarine midfielder Senna made a mistake in the return pass, and the ball was passed a little wider, and the ball was cut off by Saha.

Saha immediately passed the ball to Tang Zhenglong.

Pellegrini was anxious.

"How can you make such a mistake at the back?"

Tang Zhenglong ran all the way forward after dribbling the ball, and the biggest obstacle in front of him was Godin, and the Uruguayans' defensive ability was still very good.

"If you force it, it's likely that both sides will lose."

"I'm going to score."

After thinking about it, Tang Zhenglong was ready to shoot from outside the penalty area, and then open the ball path to correct.

"The ball is a little high."

"Wait a minute, the ball is deflecting irregularly."

Goalkeeper López saved, but the ball was too bizarre and flew straight into the net.

GOOOOOOOOAL！！

"Tang Zhenglong scored again, this guy is like a goal machine."

Tang Zhenglong ran and ran.

"Slippery kneeling? Not really. ”

Tang Zhenglong rarely kneels to celebrate, because he has no personality, because everyone thinks that the beautiful kneeling is Drogba, Henry, and the kneeling celebration seems to have little connection with Tang Zhenglong's name.

Almost.

Knees.

Forward.

Lean back.

Tang Zhenglong has already imagined in his mind that he will appear to be as beautiful as Drogba to kneel and celebrate, like a glider gliding close to the ground.

Handsome!

24K Pure Handsome!!

Just when Tang Zhenglong was thinking that YY was not working, suddenly his knee seemed to be stuck by something, and then ......

What Tang Zhenglong didn't know was that in fact, some venues were not suitable for sliding and were easy to get stuck.

This time it is, so ...... He was tragic.

The Yellow Submarine's players laughed, and the loss of the goal they had just conceded was swept away.

"It's worth it to be able to see a show like this, and it's worth conceding a goal."

"Hahaha."

Tang Zhenglong cried to death, this action was too ugly.

The originally handsome slippery kneeling turned into a five-body throw, and the head hit the ground first.

Tang Zhenglong raised his head, and Li Carsley was standing right in front.

"Don, why are you so polite?"

"Get out."

"Tang Zhenglong, your kneeling and kowtowing to celebrate is too creative, I dare to say that you are the only one in world football who can do this."

“……”

In the ridicule of everyone, Tang Zhenglong slowly stood up.

"By the way, system, how much did I do this time?"

"5 judges, remove the highest score, and then remove the lowest score, and the average score of the remaining three judges is ......"

"0 points, no suspense."

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded, the kind that was dumbfounded.

"In other words, all 5 virtual judges scored 0 points?"

"Or else? The task is to kneel to celebrate, not to kneel to celebrate. ”

“……”

"By the way, is there any Drogba kneel skill that can be purchased?"

"Nope."

All right.

Tang Zhenglong was already trembling, if he appeared again to celebrate in the street, he would be treated as a psychopath.

At this time, the players of the Yellow Submarine were whispering to make up for the knife.

"The next time that kid scores a goal to celebrate, we'll run in front of him."

"Why?"

"Then Tang Zhenglong will kowtow to us."

Burst.

This knife was mended, and Tang Zhenglong had a feeling that the sky was falling apart.

"Next time you put some lube on your knees?"

However, the goal was not scored and soon, 30 minutes of the first half passed.

Pellegrini is a little anxious here, these guys don't seem to care.

"Attack, give me an attack, even if the other party knows our tactics, it doesn't matter."

Moyes looked sideways.

"Nima's!!"

At this time, Tang Zhenglong ran back to find the team doctor, "Can you get me some Vaseline." ”