"Don, what do you want Vaseline for?" The team doctor wondered.

"That's right."

Tang Zhenglong casually made up a reason, but he didn't expect Moyes to come over.

"Do you still want to slip on your knees?"

Tang Zhenglong looked at Moyes, and he could only swallow back the words when they came to his mouth.

"Boss, don't you think it's handsome to kneel?"

"Handsome is handsome, but the premise is not to tear your pants and throw your head on the lawn." Moyes patted Tang Zhenglong on the shoulder, "You're not suitable for slippery kneeling, give up." ”

Tang Zhenglong was dumbfounded.

"Does even the boss see it that way?"

The team doctor smiled: "Tang, in fact, it is useless to wipe Vaseline. ”

"Okay."

At the end of the first half, the score was 1-0 and the aggregate score was 3-2.

When they arrived at the locker room and saw Tang Zhenglong, Moyes asked, "What about Tang Zhenglong?" ”

"I think I'm going to a public toilet."

"What! That kid went to the public toilet again!! ”

Everyone sweats!!

Tang Zhenglong came to a no-man's corner and called Drogba.

Didier ...... It's me. ”

"Damn, don't the people who make scam calls now have any brains?"

"Haha, you brain-dead, don't you know that Tang Zhenglong is playing now? How could he possibly call me? ”

“……”

"I'm really Tang Zhenglong!"

"Hahaha, brain-dead, turn on the TV, Everton are playing against Villarreal now."

"It's halftime."

"Hahahaha." Drogba laughed like a brass bell.

"You're stupid, I'll tell you, it's impossible to call at halftime."

Tang Zhenglong was dying.

How can this be explained?

"There it is."

"Give me a glass of love water......"

What a familiar melody, Drogba was stunned, isn't this the song that Tang Zhenglong taught him to sing?

"Are you really Tang Zhenglong?"

"That's right."

"Then you ......"

"That's right."

Tang Zhenglong explained, Drogba was still thundered.

"Isn't there a toilet in the dressing room at Goodison Park? I think there is, and it's luxurious. ”

"Didier, can you not go so far, I need your help, can you help or not?"

"What's the matter?"

"Teach me to kneel in celebration."

"Slippery kneeling celebration?" Drogba was thundered, "Isn't the premise of sliding and kneeling to celebrate the first goal?" ”

"It's too easy for me to score goals, so you can leave it alone and teach me to kneel."

Drogba was once again thundered to the outside and the inside to the tender.

"Okay."

*****

Pire wins the ball in midfield.

The essence of Spanish football is midfield possession.

However, Moyes is also well aware of this, and he has set up two lines of defense in front of the penalty area, the first of which is Fellaini.

The Belgian defended Pire's first shot and did not allow him to turn.

Pire turned to protect the ball and then distributed it to his team-mates, and after a few times, Everton thought they had a chance to dive.

Piret took the ball again, this time exchanging glances with manager Manuel Pellegrini, who made a "cut" gesture, and Pire understood it and decisively split the ball 45 degrees to the wing.

Moyes chuckled inwardly.

Attacking quickly from the flanks is a Premier League team's forte.

It's not that La Liga teams won't play on the wings, but it's relatively few in the Premier League.

Cazorla won the ball on the flank and drove straight forward quickly.

It's Baines who defends against each other on this side.

When the England international met the Spain international and the two got tangled, Cazorla suddenly braked hard and then accelerated again, and Baines was shaken but did not lose his position.

Pellegrini is also beating a drum in his heart, Cazorla has not gotten rid of the defense, can he cross?

In the end, Cazorla forced a cross.

Llorente suddenly struck to the edge of the penalty area and slammed it in, Jabo lost his position, and he could only watch Howard in the hope that the latter would save the ball.

Howard pounced, but the angle at the top of the ball was too tricky, and the ball went in.

GOOOOOOOOOAL！！！

Goodison Park was silent, and the aggregate score of 3-2 was very stable, but now it is 3-3, although Everton still has the advantage of away goals, but the advantage is already small. If the opponent scores one more goal, then it is the Yellow Submarine who advances.

Moyes is also starting to get nervous, the advantage of one goal on the football field is too small.

Moyes glanced at Tang Zhenglong and saw his wooden appearance.

"What the hell is this guy thinking?"

Tang Zhenglong was thinking back to what Drogba had taught him.

"Lean back 120 degrees?"

"Won't that pounce back?"

Tang Zhenglong doubted whether his waist strength could cope with it.

"Don, what are you doing in a daze."

Arteta roared, Tang Zhenglong came to his senses, and the ball flew over, but he didn't expect Godin to pounce as well.

"Haha, my."

Tang Zhenglong stretched out a kick, and the ball bounced off Tang Zhenglong's foot, and then ...... Hit Godin's Tintin.

"Ah!!h

Anyone with experience in football knows that when Tintin is hit, it hurts.

Godin collapsed on the lawn.

"You definitely did it on purpose."

"I'm not, I just got distracted."

"You must be pretending, don't think I don't know you work part-time to make movies."

Tang Zhenglong is stupid, what's wrong with me making movies? I eat according to my ability.

Godin lay on the ground for a moment, then slowly got up.

"Don, remember, I'll get revenge." As he spoke, Godin looked down, and Tang Zhenglong's face suddenly darkened.

At the 80th minute of the game, the most exciting time came.

Pellegrini paced back and forth, like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and with just one more goal, the Yellow Submarine would be able to kill his opponent.

Moyes was also beating drums in his heart.

At this moment, a pass to the penalty area, the five-five ball, Godin remembered the hatred of Ding Ding just now, so he kicked the ball to Tang Zhenglong, but he didn't expect the ball to hit Tang Zhenglong's Ding Ding, but touched the small stomach.

So a revenge turned into an assist, Tang Zhenglong unloaded the ball with a small stomach and then opened the right side of the penalty area to shoot.

The ball slashed through the air like a cannonball and smashed into Villarreal's goal.

Godin was stunned.

"How is that possible? Is his tintin iron-beaten? ”

After scoring the goal, Tang Zhenglong rushed to the sidelines, according to Drogba's teaching, leaning back as much as possible with his upper body and supporting with his waist.

"Whether it can succeed or not depends on this time."

Tang Zhenglong knelt forward, feeling the silky feeling of his knees rubbing against the lawn.

"Hahaha, it worked."

Ding.

"Mission accomplished."

"Hahahaha."

At this moment, what made Tang Zhenglong dumbfounded was that several Yellow Submarine players stood in front of him, as if they were quite disappointed.

"Why didn't he kowtow this time? It's boring!! ”

When Tang Zhenglong heard this, five thunders suddenly thundered.