After scoring the goal, Walcott was so excited that he rushed to the sidelines and waved to the female fans.
Mike also looked delighted. The key to Walcott's wonderful solo breakthrough was Wang Xiaodong's precise long pass.
"You will never know how much potential a person has unless you push him hard!"
Not many reporters came to the scene today, and the media and newspapers they worked for were not that famous.
The reason why they were sent to this small stadium to record the game today was entirely because of Walcott.
Southampton's current situation is very poor. Not only does it need capital turnover, but it also needs talents to help the club carry the banner.
The new season is about to begin, and who can be the leader of the Saints has become a hot topic among South Coast fans.
There happens to be a Walcott game today. Let's see if this "genius" in Southampton's own words can lead the Saints to regain their glory.
From the current point of view, this young man is indeed good.
And the Chinese who sent a wonderful long pass to Walcott seemed to be a highlight.
The trial team's counterattack was clean and tidy, and the team's morale improved after the goal.
Wang Xiaodong seems to have found a rhythm. Whenever he steals the ball from the opponent's feet, he no longer seeks to cooperate with his teammates, but will quickly find a way to send a long pass.
Of course, Wang Xiaodong also kept an eye on it.
If Walcott has space, he can use his aiming spell to send it directly to his feet; if Walcott has no good opportunities, he can use his real footwork to pass the ball directly to his teammates on the other side.
In the end, even Mike was dazzled. The gap in this kid's passing accuracy was too big, right?
When the transmission is in place, it is extremely accurate, but when it is not in place, it is ridiculously wrong.
Mike wasn't sure what Wang Xiaodong's foot skills were.
"No, we can't let him go on like this anymore!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong getting better and better as he fought, Park Bu-cheng was secretly anxious.
"Tiger, what's going on now? Can't you pretend to make a mistake?" Taking advantage of an opponent's free kick, Park Bu-sung sneaked up to Walcott and said.
"This..." Walcott scratched his head. In fact, he was also very embarrassed.
"Dong's passes were so comfortable. Twice they even fell directly onto my feet. Not only were the passes accurate, but they were also easy to stop. The opportunities were also good, and I was not willing to waste them!"
"Tiger, don't forget that you came up with the plan against Dong! Our backcourt players have been playing tricks on him for most of the game. Why did you, the initiator, lose control when we got to the frontcourt?"
"This...this...ok, then I will run slower on purpose next time!"
Opportunities came quickly.
During an attack, Bournemouth was once again blocked by Wang Xiaodong.
The Bournemouth striker, who had been "blocked" repeatedly, became angry and kicked Wang Xiaodong down, who was trying to turn around and get away.
If the referee hadn't reacted quickly enough, Wang Xiaodong, who got up, might have started a fight with his opponent immediately.
"Hey, Dong, the tiger is empty!" Lallana reminded in a low voice.
"What?" Wang Xiaodong looked up and saw that the opponent's defenders were indeed attracted by the noise here.
Wang Xiaodong made a quick decision, pushed away the crowd and ran straight to the ball, kicking it out with a bang.
Quick free kick?
Several reporters on the sidelines suddenly noticed that this Asian player had a pretty good ability to read the game!
At this time, you can see your teammates sending long passes in the open space. People with low football intelligence will not notice this.
On the other side, looking at the ball flying in the air, Walcott subconsciously opened his legs and ran forward.
But just after running two steps, he suddenly remembered what Park Bo-sung said to him before.
The little tiger gritted his teeth and deliberately slowed down.
But who would have expected that the ball flying into the air seemed to have eyes, and after flying to the highest point, it fell directly towards him.
It felt like Walcott had known for a long time that the ball would be passed smaller, and deliberately stopped to grab the position first and then catch the ball.
Sure enough, the ball landed accurately on Walcott's raised arch.
The ball landed firmly on the ground, with no trace of excess.
After stopping the ball, Walcott glanced at the middle of the court, played a one-two with his teammate in the middle, and started the rush mode again.
Once a forward like Walcott breaks out in the frontcourt, it is difficult for anyone to catch up.
This time, Walcott rushed to the top of the arc and fired a cold arrow. The ball went from Bournemouth's armpit into the net.
3 to 1, two long passes and two raids, Southampton widened the point difference.
"Hey, Tiger, this is different from what we promised before!" During the celebration, although Park Bu-sung's face was filled with joy, his voice was full of complaints.
In his opinion, Walcott, who gave Wang Xiaodong another assist, was a typical traitor.
"I really tried my best!" Walcott said helplessly. "As you can see, I slowed down early, but the ball still fell to my feet. If I lose the ball again at this time, it will be my responsibility. What's more, the goal is right in front of me, Park, I won't give up such a good opportunity, right?"
Walcott's answer made the gloom on Park Bu-cheng's face even heavier. He looked at Wang Xiaodong fiercely: "In this case, then I will come and meet you in person!"
In the 67th minute, facing the opponent's forced sprint, Wang Xiaodong cut inward, twisted his butt to the side, and pushed the opponent one meter away, completely cutting off the connection with football.
"Okay, chance to counterattack!" Lallana shouted not far away.
Wang Xiaodong was also very enthusiastic. He turned around and was about to put a targeting charm on Walcott's foot, but what he saw was a South Korean face.
"Dong, here!" Pu Bucheng was almost right in front of Wang Xiaodong, but he stood there and kept waving to Wang Xiaodong.
"Hmph! What were you doing before? Why are you thinking about taking over now?" Without thinking carefully, out of the instinct of the midfielder, Wang Xiaodong kicked the ball directly to the opponent.
After Park Bo-sung got the ball, he never passed it back to Wang Xiaodong. Instead, he kicked the ball directly to the front midfielder.
A few minutes later, the same sound kept ringing.
"Dong, here, pass the ball!"
"Dong! Pass it to me, I'm free!"
"Dong! Pass the message quickly, it's safe here!"
Be safe!
Wang Xiaodong cursed secretly, "Why do you, kid, always stand in front of me just right?"
Walcott ran out of space several times, but why did you insist on blocking my view and wandering in front of me?
"Get out of my way!"
"What? Dong? What did you say?" Even though he was very close, Park Bu-cheng had a look of doubt on his face, as if he really hadn't heard anything.
If he hadn't seen the corners of the other person's mouth turning up, Wang Xiaodong would have thought he was really deaf.
"Fuck, this guy is so disgusting!"
Seeing that the opportunity was wasted once again, Wang Xiaodong was furious.
"Dong, what are you waiting for? Pass the ball, pass the ball quickly!" Park Bu-sung's mean voice sounded again.
Pass on, pass on, pass on your M head!
Wang Xiaodong suddenly became angry. Looking at Park Bucheng who was less than three meters away, he instantly took out an advanced aiming charm and put it directly on his face.
I have played so many long passes with intermediate spells, and now I have the last high-level spell left, so I will give it to you!
After saying that, Wang Xiaodong straightened his legs without saying a word: "Stick, please pick it up for me!"
"Walter?"
Before Park Bu-cheng could react, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.
Bang! ! !
The ball flew into the sky, and everyone on the field was stunned.
The stunned Pu Bu fell backwards to the ground like a wooden stick. The "horrified" expression on his face had not even had time to change, and he still retained the "doubt" from before.
"Xiao Pu, Xiao Pu? What's wrong with you?" Seeing the other party falling straight down, the anger that had been suppressed for the whole game disappeared instantly.
Wang Xiaodong squinted his eyes, walked forward with a smile, and imitated Pu Bucheng's voice just now and said humbly: "Xiao Pu, Xiao Pu, get up, get up?!"
