The ball eventually went out of bounds.
Goal kick for the trial team.
Bournemouth naturally could not let Wang Xiaodong protect the ball in the corner until the end of the first half. Every extra second Wang Xiaodong stood would humiliate the Bournemouth players by one point.
"Dong, they did it on purpose." Lallana took the opportunity to come to Wang Xiaodong and whispered.
"Of course I know, I'm not stupid!" Wang Xiaodong gritted his teeth.
The teammates around him were passing the ball to him with "unkind intentions". Isn't this purpose obvious?
It would be fine if Wang Xiaodong was a midfielder with extremely superb skills, but apart from guarding the corner kick area, it was basically difficult for him to dribble the ball in the crowd.
In this case, if teammates pass the ball frequently, what is it if it's not "famous"?
But what Wang Xiaodong was thinking about at this time was Mike's attitude on the sidelines.
Didn't the coach see it?
Why not stop it?
In other words, he saw all this, but just didn't say anything.
Did he acquiesce?
Mike's attitude made Wang Xiaodong uncertain. Before he understood the coach's position, Wang Xiaodong could only endure it all silently.
When the first half ended, the two sides were tied 1-1.
As soon as the whistle blew, Wang Xiaodong immediately rushed to the sidelines and asked Mike: "Coach, did you see it too?"
"what did you see?"
"Coach, can't you see that my teammates are passing the ball to me on purpose?"
"Pass the ball to you? Isn't that a good thing?" Mike blinked, as if he wanted to play dumb.
"But I am a defensive midfielder, not an offensive midfielder!" Wang Xiaodong gritted his teeth and repeated sternly: "You told me this yourself when I joined the team. Have you forgotten?"
"Of course I haven't forgotten it!" Mike spread his hands, "Dong, is there any problem?"
"What a big problem!" Wang Xiaodong complained dissatisfied, "I have already intercepted the ball, and I can obviously counterattack, but my teammates still keep passing the ball back to me. Didn't you see this? "
Hearing Wang Xiaodong's question, Mike fell silent.
"What do you want me to do next? Do you want me to run forward with the ball and hit the goal myself? Mr. Mike, if you are willing to nod, I will do it immediately!"
"Dong, this is just an ordinary friendly match." After a while, Mike slowly answered.
"What do you mean?" Wang Xiaodong looked confused.
"It means winning or losing doesn't matter. What matters is the player's performance on the court and the role he played."
Speaking of this, Mike looked serious, "I want to judge from these data whether this player is important to the team and whether he can create benefits for the collective."
"Didn't I create enough benefits for the collective?" Wang Xiaodong asked.
"Then it's up to you, Dong." Mike patted Wang Xiaodong on the shoulder, "Dong, you are the player with the strongest physical strength in the team. If nothing else, you still have 45 minutes in the second half to prove yourself. I'm very happy. Looking forward to your performance."
After speaking, Mike passed Wang Xiaodong and walked towards the crowd.
"Prove yourself?" Wang Xiaodong smacked his lips, "Prove you have no legs!"
Since you don't care, then I will solve the problem in my own way!
After the start of the second half, Southampton replaced three players who were always invisible in the first half.
If nothing else, those guys who were replaced should have little chance.
However, several players led by Pu Bo were still on the court. When Wang Xiaodong used his body and rhythm to intercept the ball, they still repeated their old tricks.
Damn Chinese, the coach didn't even replace you?
Isn’t it embarrassing enough?
You're about to lose the ball again!
But this time, Park Bu-sung miscalculated.
Facing the back pass from his teammates, Wang Xiaodong seemed to be well prepared and immediately ran forward after taking the ball.
When the ball rolled in front of him, Wang Xiaodong stretched out his foot diagonally, as if to catch the ball with the arch of his foot.
The Bournemouth forward who was following Wang Xiaodong missed such a good opportunity and immediately accelerated in front of Wang Xiaodong, trying to intercept his return pass route.
But this time, he made a mistake.
Wang Xiaodong's left foot did not touch the ball, but stepped forward and stepped on the side of the ball.
The body swayed forward, then quickly pulled back.
The ball slowly rolled past his feet. Wang Xiaodong took the opportunity to turn around and lead the ball forward while deceiving his opponent.
"Good shot!" Mike on the sidelines slapped his thigh.
If the turn to meet the ball in the first half was Wang Xiaodong's subconscious move, the current feint to meet the ball was Wang Xiaodong's deliberate move.
This skill of using fake moves to deceive opponents on the basis of turning to meet the ball is obviously superior. Not only the Bournemouth players guarding Wang Xiaodong, but also the teammates who were watching Wang Xiaodong's jokes were stunned in place.
"This guy's learning ability is too fast!" Mike shook his head and sighed.
Since you want to prove yourself, let’s take a look!
An intermediate aiming charm was used and attached directly to Walcott's right foot.
Wang Xiaodong made a prompt decision and passed a big kick towards Walcott who was running in the distance.
The ball soared into the sky and flew straight towards the front court.
At this time, Mike was almost clenching his hands, staring straight at the black and white elves flying in the air.
Mike jumped with excitement when he saw Walcott jump up, stretch his legs and remove the ball with the instep of his feet.
"Yes, yes, that's it!"
"Oh My God!"
"Dong, please tell me your ball is not blinded!"
Of course Wang Xiaodong was not fooled. After these days of accumulation, Wang Xiaodong had 8 elementary, 5 intermediate and 1 advanced aiming spells on hand, which was more than enough for a friendly match.
Although Walcott couldn't stand Wang Xiaodong, but the counterattack was already underway, so why not?
Walcott, who caught the ball, was like a bolt of white lightning, flying forward at lightning speed, causing a burst of exclamations.
No one expected that Wang Xiaodong would quickly pass a precise long pass of more than 30 meters after turning around, and Walcott who received the ball was even more abnormal, running faster than Bournemouth's No. 7 Get ahead quickly.
"Humph, yours is a Lamborghini? Ours is an F1 car!"
Mike pinched his chin proudly on the sidelines. If Voltik can be sent to the first team healthy within the next thirty days, he will make a big mark in his credit book.
Watching Walcott run with the ball is simply a visual feast.
"Good guy, it's really fast!"
Bell stood up unconsciously in the stands, his eyes filled with fire.
I wish I could rush off the field immediately and race with Walcott.
Facing the opponent's defender, the little tiger accelerated and changed direction, easily wiping away the opponent from one side.
"Can't let him pass! Stop him, stop him!" Wilson stood on the sidelines and roared: "Foul, foul!!"
At the same time, a central defender moved his feet reflexively and rushed towards Walcott.
But in the face of absolute speed, Bournemouth's defender made a lonely tackle.
Voltik, who was jumping up and down, staggered to his feet and stood on the line of the penalty area. He stepped hard on the ground with his left foot and suddenly raised his right foot.
Draw the bow and nock an arrow, bang!
This was a shot from an extremely tricky angle. The ball grazed the inside edge of the right goal post and flew into the net.
2 to 1, Southampton surpassed the score.
