Park Bu-cheng's return pass was slow and slow, and Wang Xiaodong had to take a few steps forward before he could touch the ball.
Seeing that the ball was about to return to Wang Xiaodong's feet, No. 7, who had just been knocked dizzy by him, immediately rushed forward.
It crashed before it even took off. How can I swallow this bad breath?
"I can make up for my fault by stealing the ball again here! Maybe I can even rush into the penalty area and kill him with great power!"
No. 7 was running while calculating Wang Xiaodong’s speed and stride length, and thinking about when was the best time to put his foot down.
Now Wang Xiaodong receives the ball in front of his own goal, and he knows nothing about the situation behind it.
As long as he finds an opportunity to speed up and rush in front of Wang Xiaodong, the ball will be broken.
"Dong, be careful!" Pu Buxiang shouted in a decent manner, but he had no intention of moving to respond.
Not only Park Bu-sung, but the other two teammates who could respond either stopped in place or hid behind the opponent's forward, seemingly waiting for the opponent's No. 7 to intercept the ball from Wang Xiaodong's feet.
But just when No. 7 sprinted to Wang Xiaodong from the inside, an "unbelievable" scene happened.
Wang Xiaodong's body suddenly leaned to the right, accidentally knocking No. 7 two steps to one side, and completely pushing him away from the path of the ball.
Taking this opportunity, Wang Xiaodong turned to the left and blocked Bournemouth No. 7 behind him. The ball rolled slowly past Wang Xiaodong.
Wang Xiaodong turned around completely following the ball and ran toward the frontcourt with the ball.
The Lamborghini that the Bournemouth coach talked about actually followed behind the tractor and ate dirt!
"Wow!!!"
There was an uproar in the stands.
Even Mike's eyes lit up, "When did Dong learn this trick?"
Turning around when facing the ball is common on the court. With good rhythm and timing, even a skinny player can get rid of an opponent who is attacking him.
Full-backs, in particular, often use this trick to turn around and trick the opponent's attacking forward.
"Has Dong made such a big progress this month?"
Mike recalled the clip just now in his mind. Wang Xiaodong was very skilled in hitting and blocking, but his turn to meet the ball was much slower.
Rather than saying this was a way out that he had already thought of, it was better to say it was an impromptu idea on the court.
"You must be blind!" Mike sighed.
Wang Xiaodong, who turned around, was also a little confused. Just as Mike judged, his shot was indeed a subconscious reaction.
After turning around and regaining control of his balance, Wang Xiaodong suddenly found a smooth road in front of him and suddenly became enlightened.
Oops! This is a good move! You have to practice hard when you get back!
The closest Bournemouth player was still three meters away.
Obviously, no one expected Wang Xiaodong to use such means to escape.
"boom!"
Wang Xiaodong didn't want to take credit and passed the ball directly along the sideline.
"Alas! He is still the same as before, neither light nor heavy under his feet!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's "powerful" pass, the joy just now was fixed on Mike's face.
"I even suspected that he was shooting every time he passed the ball!"
The Southampton winger on this side worked hard and finally caught up with Wang Xiaodong's pass in front of the baseline.
The next second, the Bournemouth defender who was caught up broke out of the sideline.
Seeing this result, Mike shook his head, "Dong's passing awareness is already very good, but his strength must be controlled well."
This round of fighting allowed both sides to get to know each other better.
After Wang Xiaodong showed a turn to meet the ball, his own players also experienced subtle psychological changes on the court.
Park Bucheng and his teammates kept winking. They were also surprised that Wang Xiaodong could use the spirit barrier to resolve the crisis.
If one plan fails, then another will follow. No one believes that Wang Xiaodong can resolve the crisis every time.
In the following game, the trial players began to frequently pass the ball to Wang Xiaodong after successfully defending.
This is not a good thing!
It is true that the defensive midfielder is the first step in the offense, but it is also about scoring.
Especially when he had just successfully defended, before the distance between him and his opponent was widened, and before he turned around, Wang Xiaodong could only choose to pass back the ball again when facing his teammates.
As the number of passes increased, Wang Xiaodong's disadvantage in passing the ball became apparent.
Either the pass was too powerful or the pass was deflected, which resulted in a lot of steals for the Bournemouth frontcourt players. The blame naturally fell on Wang Xiaodong.
"Dong's teammates are targeting Dong!" Bell saw the clues at a glance in the stands.
"What's going on? Are they isolated in winter?"
"No, that's not the case!" Bell explained, "When players on the field target a certain teammate, they look at the opponent's position."
"For example, when it comes to forwards like me, they usually don't pass the ball to me, leaving me running in vain and wasting energy; but when it comes to defenders like Dong, they often pass the ball to him when he is not ready. Make him miss in the backfield.”
"Too insidious!" Catalina frowned, "Isn't there any solution?"
"Then it depends on Dong's understanding ability!" Bell shook his head and said, "Either the coach will replace him, or he will find a solution on his own!"
Gradually, Wang Xiaodong also felt something was wrong.
Many times, my teammates would kick the ball over me before I could even keep my center of gravity.
Even if he kicks back, the opponent will probably kick him back again.
After a few times, even his opponents discovered this about Wang Xiaodong and began to encircle and suppress him.
"Dong, here!"
At the critical moment, Lallana's voice sounded from one side.
Wang Xiaodong gritted his teeth, twisted his upper body hard, used brute force to get rid of his opponent's pull, and kicked the source of the sound.
Lallana, who rushed forward, stopped suddenly and pulled back sharply as he met the ball with his right foot. It was not until he met the ball behind him that he barely stopped Wang Xiaodong's pass, which was comparable to a shot.
"Nana, be careful!"
Lallana's reluctant stop gave the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of it. The Bournemouth forward quickly rushed forward and pounced on the ball at Lallana's feet.
"here!"
Wang Xiaodong moved to the side, and another Bourne striker also followed up.
Lallana gritted his teeth and quickly glanced around.
But he sadly discovered that apart from Wang Xiaodong, no other teammate came to respond.
"Dong, come to the rescue!"
Lallana shouted, facing the opponent's close pressing, he reluctantly hit the ball towards Wang Xiaodong with his toes.
"good chance!"
Seeing this, Bournemouth's No. 7 quickly rushed forward again. After rushing behind Wang Xiaodong, he secretly pushed him. Wang Xiaodong didn't notice and the ball was kicked out by him.
When he caught up with the ball again, he had already reached the corner kick area.
"I can't even turn around, I'm dead!" Seeing this scene, almost everyone thought so.
But just when No. 7 wanted to take a step closer, he found an insurmountable mountain blocking him.
That was Wang Xiaodong's back.
"Fak!" the Bournemouth striker yelled.
Wang Xiaodong hunched over and stopped the ball in front of the corner flagpole.
No matter what the people behind him say, he always stands firm like a city wall.
Soon, another Bournemouth forward rushed forward.
The two worked together to trap Wang Xiaodong in the corner, kicking him left and right, pulling him up and down, and even kicked Wang Xiaodong directly on his calf a few times, but they still didn't touch the ball.
Neither of the two attackers were powerful players, and Wang Xiaodong never lost focus.
According to the coach's instructions during training, Wang Xiaodong protected the ball step by step and stayed in place.
"Are they playing sumo wrestling?"
"Three people sumo wrestling? Have you ever seen it?"
Ten seconds later, the fans in the stands began to talk.
The two Bournemouth players were in a difficult situation at this time. From the initial attempt to steal, to the attempt to kick the ball into Wang Xiaodong's legs for a corner kick, to the direct kick of the ball out of bounds, in the end they tried their best to simply Simply touch the ball.
The psychological expectations were lowered again and again, but there was nothing that could be done against Wang Xiaodong.
I thought that the double team would quickly deal with this Asian player with rough footwork, but as time passed, the clown gradually became himself!
A simple twist of the waist and hips can push someone aside; a slight thrust of the butt can knock the opponent away.
"Ah!!! Come on, don't let them touch the ball! Come on!!!"
With a scream from the stands, Wang Xiaodong's performance finally conquered the first fan in his life, a local student from Bournemouth.
The other party's hair was golden and wavy, and even his chest was wavy.
"Oh my gosh! What a strong guy!"
"Handsome guy, be sure to tell me your number after the game!"
At this time, the two Bournemouth players had already used their hands. They pulled Wang Xiaodong's jersey and Wang Xiaodong's arm.
But Wang Xiaodong was still like a sculpture made of steel, motionless.
Fifteen seconds...
Thirty seconds...
Forty-five seconds...
A minute passed...
Even his teammates on the field were stunned.
In fact, the first person to rush over was a Bournemouth player.
But Wang Xiaodong was still stuck in his position, and there was no way for the third person to move in the narrow space.
Under Wang Xiaodong's protection, the ball was temporarily stopped in a vacuum zone.
Unless Wang Xiaodong runs out of energy, the Bournemouth players will never be able to steal the ball away.
The third Bournemouth player who ran forward turned around and spread his hands helplessly towards the coach. It's already embarrassing to fight two against one. Do you want to add another embarrassing weight now?
"Farke! Go around from outside the boundary! Destroy the ball for me!" Wilson shouted angrily, "Haven't you seen it yet? With that guy's physical strength, it's not a problem to last the entire first half!"
