bayedsolid Chapter 348 Help me get rid of him!
Chapter 348 Help me get rid of him!
Chapter 348 Help me get rid of him!
The first half is over.
Bremen booed at home.
"What's the matter? Did you get discouraged after reaching the semi-finals? Are we not as good as Cologne?"
Schaaf lost his temper in the locker room.
"Boss, that Tang Zhenglong took medicine before the match."
"That's UEFA's business, you don't need to worry about it."
"The opponent played more courageously than us, and the opponent deserved two goals."
Everyone is a professional player and understands this truth, that is, excuses are useless, and the football field does not believe in tears.
"The game is not over yet. You can choose in the second half, whether to be eliminated like a softie, or to fight like a fighter."
*****
In the Cologne dressing room.
Tang Zhenglong has three chairs for himself, one for his buttocks, one for each of his legs, and two people are pinching his legs. These are the two physiotherapists of the team, all of which were given to Tang Zhenglong.
"Haha, cool, it will be like this from now on."
The teammates looked at each other in blank dismay, this is too exaggerated, and the boss is too partial.
Stevens knew what these guys were thinking, "Don't look, if you can show Tang Zhenglong's performance, I can pinch your legs myself."
"Mattiya, come here and beat my back."
"Go to hell."
Unexpectedly, Stevens said: "Matia, go beat his back."
shocked! !
"Boss, I'm a professional player."
"So you have to make certain sacrifices for the good of the team."
"..."
So there was a scene in the locker room that may have never appeared in the history of football.
The coach is explaining tactics, while three people next to him are serving a live treasure.
*****
£1500?
"Fatty, help me get rid of him."
Mourinho believes in his intuition. Although Tang Zhenglong is here, it is impossible for Chelsea to enter the starting lineup immediately, and may even be rented out, but such a player will definitely be able to fight in the future after signing. Drogba will always grow old, and may even transfer and leave.
Raiola smiled, "Jose, 1500 million is the previous price. Now Tang Zhenglong is likely to win the UEFA Cup and the top scorer in the UEFA Cup. Do you think 1500 million can sign him?"
Mourinho's heart skipped a beat. He had always positioned Tang Zhenglong as a "Bundesliga player" before.
Yes, the Bundesliga is a bit miserable at this time. Look at the top German star Ballack, who transferred to Chelsea for free. Even though Bayern gave him the same salary as Chelsea, he still resolutely left England.
Ballack also said very directly when he left, that is, the Bundesliga is not competitive in Europe, and he went to Chelsea for the Champions League.
So even if Tang Zhenglong's game data is very impressive, Mourinho is not tempted, but now it is different, this is the UEFA Cup game data.
The UEFA Cup is an intercontinental club competition second only to the UEFA Champions League. Being the top scorer in the UEFA Cup is certainly not for nothing.
Mourinho patted Raiola, "I like you talking about money with me, because the last thing I need is money."
"Help me get him."
Raiola said with a smile: "One more thing, can Don have a chance to play immediately when he arrives at Chelsea?"
"Drogba..."
"Drogba is 8 years older than Tang Zhenglong. I think Tang Zhenglong is the future of Chelsea and Drogba is the present."
Raiola also nodded, buying Tang Zhenglong is a kind of reserve.
"Then rent it out?"
"I thought so."
"I insist that Tang Zhenglong must be rented to a Premier League team, otherwise I will not be able to persuade Tang Zhenglong to go to the Premier League."
Mourinho frowned, "He's not qualified for a labor certificate yet, right?"
"This year is the year of the Asian Cup. Tang Zhenglong will participate in the Asian Cup. As long as there are enough games, he can get a labor certificate."
"If that's the case, it should be very simple. We have cooperated with many teams in the middle and lower reaches of the Premier League."
"Tell Tang Zhenglong that he will only be rented out for half a year, let him adapt to the Premier League, and return to Chelsea after he proves himself."
"I'm fine with that."
Mino Raiola thinks that playing Drogba as a substitute at Chelsea is not what Tang Zhenglong wants. After half a season on loan, with Tang Zhenglong's scoring ability, it is estimated that Chelsea will beg Tang Zhenglong to return.
"Fatty, I misunderstood you before, and I apologize."
"Hehe, we are all in the football circle. I know the rules of the game very well. You will definitely "misunderstand" me in the future, and I will still stalk me."
"Haha."
*****
The focus of the audience was all on Tang Zhenglong. He took the ball, dribbled the ball, and shot. Tang Zhenglong seemed to be omnipotent in this game.
"Don got the ball."
Even the Bremen fans looked forward to Tang Zhenglong taking the ball, because the kick was really beautiful.
Tang Zhenglong used his speed to overwhelm Frings again. In front of the penalty area, Tang Zhenglong pulled the ball lightly with his left foot and moved the ball to his left foot.
"Is Tang going to shoot with his left foot this time?"
no! !
Tang Zhenglong pulled the ball with a feint, and then pulled the ball again, adjusting the ball to his right foot.
These two pulls made Frings dizzy.
Podolski on the side looked at Tang Zhenglong, feeling a little sour in his heart. Tang Zhenglong still chased him at first, but now Tang Zhenglong chased Klinsmann, the top scorer in the UEFA Cup.
"What are you doing?"
Podolski was shocked, and Tang Zhenglong passed the ball to him.
Lucas quickly got in. At this time, Tang Zhenglong was in the middle, and Podolski could shoot directly, but for some reason, Tang Zhenglong's eyes seemed to be conveying an irresistible order, which was an aura.
Aura!
Just like Ronaldo in the 2002 World Cup, full of aura, Lucas didn't shoot by himself in the end, but pushed across the middle.
Tang Zhenglong just arrived and shot with his arch.
GOOOOOOOOAL.
"Tang Zhenglong performed a hat-trick."
"The question now is not who can advance to the final, but how many goals Tang Zhenglong can score."
80% of the Bremen fans at the scene believed that Bremen had already lost and they must score 4 goals if they want to advance.
And there was only half an hour left.
Only the most loyal 10% of Bremen people still firmly believe that the team can advance.
It was bitter for Schaff, and Bowman, who was replaced, was already crying, like a child.
Before the game, Schaff thought that Tang Zhenglong would score a goal, maybe he would steal one with tricks like in the league, but he really didn't expect Tang Zhenglong to be completely unstoppable in this game, like a different person.
"If I personally asked Tang Zhenglong last season, would he be willing to play at the Weser Stadium?"
Shafu gave a wry smile. He tried Tang Zhenglong's idea, but was repelled by Tang Zhenglong's arrogance.
"I swear, if I am given another chance, I will not lose any face, even if I ask, I will sign Tang Zhenglong."
But all this can only be thought about.
(End of this chapter)