big mouth ball king

Chapter 26 The ball is not offside

"System, isn't the assist card similar to Morfeo's left foot? They seem to be assist skills."

"Master, can you pay attention to the small dot behind the skill next time? There is an explanation. Morfeo's left foot can only be used when the distance between you and the receiver is within 15 meters."

"That's why it's called Morfeo's left foot, and if you can pass from any distance, it's called Zidane's right foot."

"No wonder."

"Also, last time Morfeo's left foot skills were just passing skills, that is to say, to ensure that you pass the ball in place, but it does not guarantee that the person who receives the ball will definitely score a goal, but the assist card can ensure that the person who receives the ball will definitely score a goal."

"Such a bug!"

Tang Zhenglong understood that this skill can be regarded as an indirect scoring skill. Thinking of this, Tang Zhenglong felt happy.

But what I didn't expect was that Stevens' face on the sidelines was ashen.

"John, I killed you, who are the people recommended here? The most distinguished audience?"

Tang Zhenglong is now like a spectator watching the game on the court. This may be the first spectator in history who can watch the game on the court, and he has not yet bought a ticket.

The corner kick was taken, and Dresden ambushed a high point in front of the penalty area. He jumped high and headed the ball out of the penalty area.

After the ball went out of the penalty area, everyone pressed on, only to see the ball reach Tang Zhenglong's feet.

The Dresden players were immediately relieved when they saw it.

When the ball reaches Tang Zhenglong's feet, it is more at ease than if it hits his own feet.

Just when the Dresden players were expecting Tang Zhenglong to kick the ball away and help them clear the siege, they did not expect Tang Zhenglong to push with his right foot and send a through kick.

The Dresden player froze for a moment, then turned his head to see Podolski took the ball, and then Prince Cologne faced the goalkeeper and scored the ball into the far corner.

After the goal, the home fans didn't celebrate because it looked like it was offside, and from Stevens' side, it looked like Podolski was offside as well.

"Let's watch in slow motion."

The camera advances frame by frame, and freezes at the moment when Tang Zhenglong passes the ball, "Oh my God, this is a good ball. At the moment of No. 99's pass, Lucas is parallel to the opponent's last defender."

Tens of seconds later, the referee pointed to the middle circle, and the goal was valid.

The Rhein Energy stadium was boiling, and the fans began to cheer wantonly. The Cologne players on the court rushed to Podolski, and they wanted to celebrate the goal with him.

"What happened to me just now?" Podolski was puzzled. He had retreated with his teammates just now, but suddenly, as if he had received instructions from his sixth sense, he turned and ran towards the goal. At this time, the ball happened to be at his feet. Everything seemed to be arranged by God.

So there was a very strange scene on the court. When his teammates ran towards Podolski, he ran towards Tang Zhenglong.

"Lucas seems to want to thank No. 99 who gave him an assist. From the slow motion, this pass is too precise. If I don't look at the face, I thought it was a pass from Figo or Zidane."

"Don, you pass it on really well."

"It's okay, just use one level of skill, and follow me in the future, I will let you eat meat every time, and score goals every game."

"..."

Podolski didn't know how to answer the conversation, this guy was too arrogant.

At this time, teammates ran over, and someone patted Tang Zhenglong, "Tang, you are lucky, you must be blind."

Tang Zhenglong's face darkened, "You guys better show me some respect, I might be in Real Madrid next season."

"Hahaha."

"I heard that Real Madrid has a football team, a basketball team, a hockey team, but there is no bragging team."

It was Schultz who said this, and Tang Zhenglong said with a smile: "Matia, do you still remember our bet?"

"Of course, it's not you who scored the goal, but our great Prince Cologne."

"Hahaha."

"Don't worry, I score a goal every minute."

The laughter sounded again, and even Podolski didn't believe that Tang Zhenglong could score a goal, because his confrontation ability in the penalty area was too poor.

I thought that after the score became 1-1, Dresden would attack, which would leave more space for Podolski to attack, but Stevens found that the opponent's coach's gesture was still pressing down, as if it was the feeling of an old monk.

In fact, this is not difficult to understand. The league is not a sprint but a marathon. Dresden's strength is average, and it is not bad to score a point at home in Cologne. Unlike Cologne's goal of being promoted to the Bundesliga, Dresden's goal is to stay in the Bundesliga and live better.

The scene booed again, but this time it was given to the opponent Dresden.

"It's so shameless. All 11 people are used for defense. This is a disgrace to the league."

"Attack if you have the ability."

Countless fans used their middle fingers to greet the head coach of the visiting team and the players on the field. They hoped to provoke their opponents, but Dresden still defended with all their strength. They were shameless and wanted to take away a point.

Stevens was standing on the sidelines, hoping for another goal at the last moment, when his assistant Holger walked over with his laptop.

"This is the ball just now."

The German League stipulates that the slow motion broadcast on the big screen in the stadium does not involve offside, so Stevens cannot see the specific process of the ball just now on the spot, but in the information age, it is still very easy to really want to see it.

"Don's pass is too subtle. If the ball is stronger, it belongs to the goalkeeper. If it is smaller, Lucas will be offside." Holger laughed.

Stevens nodded, "It seems that John still has vision. I wanted to beat him up."

But when Stevens rekindled his hopes for Tang Zhenglong, he found that Tang Zhenglong was walking on the court again.

At this time, the players on both sides were already used to Tang Zhenglong's sloppiness on the court. When his side was attacking, the Dresden defender would take the time to go up and chat with Tang Zhenglong.

Stevens looked at his watch, 85 minutes, and he made another substitution, replacing Sebastian, an attacking midfielder, with Feulner, ready to step up the attack, hoping to score another one.

"Cologne is still an old problem. They control the midfield, but in front of the penalty area, the Cologne players seem to suddenly not be able to play. They often take a long shot."

"Seriously, Stevens should really consider bringing in an attacking midfielder in the winter break, someone who can pass the ball to Lucas."

Unable to get the ball in the penalty area, Podolski dropped back in front of the penalty area to receive the ball, and as soon as he got the ball, the fans cheered.

"Lucas I love you."

"Lucas, I only need one night, I don't need you to be responsible."

"Lucas, I want to give you a baby monkey."

Amid the cheers of the fans, Podolski dribbled the ball and forced a breakthrough into the penalty area.

(End of this chapter)