Henry, Messi, Eto'o.

Barcelona fired three arrows together, the strongest attacking combination.

In midfield, Andres Iniesta, Xavi, Busquets, Yaya Toure.

At the back, Pique, Puyol, Silvinho.

The goalkeeper is Valdés.

However, in Pep Guardiola's tactics, Yaya Toure defended on the right flank.

Once the game started, Barcelona had an absolute dominance of possession – 70 per cent.

It must have been mentally prepared for David Moyes, who are the king of possession in Europe.

However, Moyes also knows that as long as the opponent is ineffective in possession, it will be fine.

Tang Zhenglong remembered what Moyes had said to him before the game.

"In this game you have to defend 50 percent and attack 50 percent."

Eto'o took the ball and suddenly someone behind him shouted - wait for me!!

"Wait?"

Eto'o was stunned for a second, the first time he heard someone shouting for him and so on.

Tang Zhenglong saw the moment and reached for it, but Eto'o's technique was so good that he half-turned to protect the ball.

"I didn't touch it."

"What are you yelling about?"

"I'll shout casually."

Eto'o has a black line on his forehead.

"Hello, Sergio Busquets, I'm here, do you want coffee?"

"Hello, Harvey."

Pep Guardiola was stunned.

"Do you defend with your mouth?"

"You me!!"

Guardiola found that Tang Zhenglong seriously interfered with his team's attack, this guy didn't defend well, but there were a lot of words.

"Referee, that Chinese talks a lot."

"I can't help it, FIFA doesn't rule that you can't speak, unless it's swearing."

"But he's interfering with my players."

The referee said there was nothing he could do.

"Pep, do you know Stephen Chow?"

Guardiola blackened his face and almost said to get out.

Messi took the ball, and Tang Zhenglong immediately followed, but Messi's technique was awesome, and I saw him fast and slow.

An emergency stop, coupled with immediate acceleration, Tang Zhenglong was thrown off.

"Damn, I've been dumped, no!!"

Tang Zhenglong immediately caught up, and just when he was about to catch up, Messi stopped again and then accelerated, this time Tang Zhenglong was completely dumbfounded.

"That's amazing!!"

"Master, this is the best striker in the world."

"System, do you still make up the knife?"

*****

"Leo, Leo, he's broken through again."

Messi must be a threat when he gets the ball, and Moyes also has a headache, this is a bug-like existence, and he is helpless.

Messi tore through Baines on the wing, then broke through quickly, went down to the baseline, and passed the ball to Thierry Henry in the middle, where the Frenchman pushed and the ball was held by Howard.

"Beautiful offense, the ball is on target."

Pep Guardiola jumped up, a little regretful.

"This goal should have gone in."

"I don't agree."

Guardiola turned his head to see that it was Tang Zhenglong again.

"I ignore him." Pep Guardiola thought to himself.

Messi got the ball again, and the Argentine seemed to have become the heart of Barcelona's attack, he was like a magician, and when the ball reached his feet, there was bound to be a threat.

Messi ran sideways, and suddenly Henry stepped forward, at this time Messi and Henry were like telepathy, Messi shook his ankle and picked the ball to Henry.

Taking advantage of the time difference, Henry burst forward with the ball and Lescott raised his hand - "He's offside." ”

At this time, it can only rely on Howard.

Henry dodged the angle and passed Howard, but the angle left for him to shoot was also very small, and Henry pushed the goal.

Pep Guardiola is ready to celebrate, right.

Just then, someone hooked the ball in front of the goal line.

Guardiola was dumbfounded, it's that nasty Korean, no! It's Chinese.

Howard ran back and covered Tang Zhenglong's face with his big hand, "Don, do you have any sixth sense." ”

"Hehe, you got it right, I have a good ball sense."

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "Thank you for the goal warning." ”

Messi glanced at Tang Zhenglong a few more times, and he was also a little admired, he mistakenly thought that this was Tang Zhenglong's super game interpretation ability, and he predicted the development of the ball in advance.

"Don, it's a beautiful prediction."

"Prognosis?"

……

"Haha, yes, prejudgment."

"If you want to learn or not, I can teach you."

Messi smiled and ran away.

"It's boring!!"

Everton win a corner.

Tang Zhenglong came to the penalty area of Barcelona.

Suddenly, someone called out to him, "Hey, little short legs, get out of the way." ”

"Little short legs?" Tang Zhenglong turned his head to see that it was Peake shouting to himself.

Pique is tall, but I'm not short either.

Tang Zhenglong smiled, "Look at what you said, Messi, he called you!" ”

Messi smiled, "I'm not a little short leg. ”

I'll it.

"Where do you get your confidence?"

"Whether short or not is based on proportion, and your main reason is that the proportion is not coordinated."

Thundered.

Tang Zhenglong seemed to have been struck by lightning.

Pique smiled: "Real Madrid's little short legs, get out of the way." ”

"Hehe, be jealous, snake, you are jealous that I can go to Real Madrid, my salary is much higher than yours."

"If you don't get out of the way, I'll do it."

"You do it."

As soon as Pique stretched out his hand, Tang Zhenglong immediately lay down and rolled.

Messi and Pique were stunned.

"Leo, you help me testify, I didn't touch him."

"I know."

"Ah!!h

"That's a bummer." Peake smiled wryly.

"I think we'd better not touch him."

The two nodded in unison.

Tang Zhenglong got up and squeezed in front of Peake.

"Remember, don't touch me, or I'll fall to the ground and that's a penalty."

"The referee's eyes are bright."

"Haha, the too young, too simple Tucson is broken."

Pique really didn't touch Tang Zhenglong, because this guy didn't know what he would do.

Arteta looked into the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong was gesturing, so he curled the ball over.

When the ball reached the front point, no one defended Tang Zhenglong, he swung his head and hammered out a rebound ball.

Balts was shaken and the ball went in.

Guardiola is stupid, what is Pique doing? Isn't he defensive?

"Gerald, what the hell are you thinking? Why not stare at that guy. ”

Pique is also a bitter baby.

He also wanted to keep an eye on Tang Zhenglong, but the problem was ......

"Boss, that guy fell to the ground as soon as he touched it."

"Then you go to the referee, complain about his fake fall, and give him a yellow card."

“……”

Pique was like a child who had made a mistake.

"Are you playing football on your first day? For such people, you have to be a rogue. ”

At this time, Messi ran over to help Pique speak, "You can't blame Gerrard for this, that guy is too ...... Scoundrel. ”

"Are we afraid of scoundrels?"

"Isn't Real Madrid a scoundrel?"

"Isn't Atletico a scoundrel?"

"Anyway, I don't accept your explanation, don't do it next time, we're already behind."

"Don't worry, boss."

*****

"I scored!! Awesome, huh, what about my teammates? ”

"Come and celebrate with me."

"Bastard."

Everton are like that now, and they don't celebrate until the most critical moment.