"Hey, look who's here?"
"Dong, I realize I'm looking down on you a little!"
"I didn't expect you not only had an affair with that murderous reporter, but also met a big star like Emma!"
As soon as he stepped into the training ground, Wang Xiaodong was surrounded by a group of teammates with malicious intentions.
Especially several young players who were about the same age as Wang Xiaodong, they even looked at Wang Xiaodong with a hint of admiration in their eyes.
"Dong, tell us, what is it like to play opposite Hermione?"
"Did you take the opportunity to eat a few pieces of tofu?"
Recalling the scene where the other party put their arms around each other and drank wine, I couldn't help but shake my head.
This girl is good at anything.
She is beautiful, well-proportioned, and her type.
But the few ounces of meat on the chest are really too little. If it were replaced with Rebecca's, the overlord might have been hard on last night.
"To be honest, Hermione really doesn't have much tofu!" Wang Xiaodong deliberately looked like he was still unfinished, stretched out his right hand and pinched the air, "It's so small, it's not as good as the pineapple buns I had in the morning!"
"Oh! Falk, what did you say?" Nathandale became anxious as soon as he heard this. He rushed up and punched Wang Xiaodong, "Falke, Dong, what on earth did you do to Hermione? "
"Hahahahahaha~~~"
There was a burst of laughter on the court. Everyone knew that the younger brother of England international Kieron Dyer was a complete fan of Hermione.
Seeing Dyer's excitement, even if Wang Xiaodong told him that he had actually done nothing, the other party would not believe him.
well! It seems that I not only like loli, but also like fierce loli!
...
The news of Wang Xiaodong's suspension has exploded, and fans have different opinions on the FA's decision.
Wolves fans clamored that Wang Xiaodong deserved it, while Southampton fans clamored that such a penalty was unfair.
Three games is too many!
Who knows if Wang Xiaodong will feel like this next time he plays?
But just when the fans were noisy about whether Wang Xiaodong should appear, Burberry's perfume advertisement came out.
Good guy!
Is there any benefit to becoming famous with one goal?
Wang Xiaodong's proud greeting finger on the screen made the fans realize: Even if they don't play football, they can still make money!
As a result, the fans who had been in an uproar just now united their front and unanimously strongly condemned Wang Xiaodong.
Damn, why are you going to bully our national girls when you don't play good football and don't deal with bad reporters?
With Emma's popularity in the past two years, she will be the national goddess in another two years.
Now this flower is in danger of being picked off by others before it blooms. How can those otakus + fans give up?
As a result, not only did the number of fans outside the Staplewood training base not decrease, but on the contrary, a group of otakus came in.
Wang Xiaodong naturally ignored this. When he dared to raise his middle finger in front of all the fans, it showed that he was a person who didn't care about other people's opinions.
At this moment, he is practicing long-range shots with the help of his assistant.
After tasting the sweetness of Wang Xiaodong's long-range shooting talent, Kevin Keegan couldn't wait to make long-range shooting one of Wang Xiaodong's daily training items.
However, looking at the ball kicked away by Wang Xiaodong, the assistant coach in charge of recording began to wonder if Wang Xiaodong's kick was covered!
"Jack, what happened?"
"Mr. Keegan, you'd better be mentally prepared." Jack bit his lip and hesitated.
"Just tell me, I just watched a lot from the sidelines." Keegan nodded.
This time, Jack didn't even open the record book and sighed helplessly: "Dong Dong took 30 30-meter free kicks from 3 positions, only 3 of them hit the goal frame, and...none of them hit. landmark."
Keegan: "..."
"Mr. Keegan, what I'm trying to say is that winter may not be a good time for long range shooting."
"Okay, I understand." Keegan nodded, he was also confused.
Wang Xiaodong's physical and strength advantages allow him to be at home in the defensive midfield position. If he has the ability to shoot from long range, his role will not only be limited to the small area in the backcourt.
It might even become the team’s trump card!
But now Keegan hesitates. The long-range shooting data from the 30-foot test is there, and it’s ridiculously bad!
Is Wang Xiaodong really capable of long-range shooting, or is he just a jerk on the court?
...
Wang Xiaodong naturally would not waste aiming charms in normal training. According to the rules of the system, he has used up ten high-level aiming charms, and the exchange limit for special targeting charms has been opened.
After subtracting what was consumed in the previous game, Wang Xiaodong only had 6 advanced aiming spells left. If you want to redeem a special card, you have to save 4 more cards.
"Dong, tell me the truth, did you do it on purpose?"
Keegan came to Wang Xiaodong, his two sharp eyes scanning Wang Xiaodong up and down, as if he wanted to see through him.
"Did I do it on purpose? What did I do on purpose?"
Wang Xiaodong wiped his sweat and didn't know why.
"Dong, are you still angry about being asked to shoot commercials?" Keegan asked tentatively, "I have already asked the scouts who discovered you, and your shooting ability is more than that!"
"Then who knows?" Wang Xiaodong spread his hands, "You insist on letting me make money with a strange woman. Now that she has absorbed my long-range shooting ability, I can't hit even if I want to!"
"Hey, Winter, what are you talking about?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nathandale's roar came from the distance.
Xiao Hei, who was only two years older than Wang Xiaodong, rushed towards Wang Xiaodong desperately with a ferocious face.
"Dong, you'd better speak clearly. What did you do to my goddess?"
Under Keegan's wave, several players rushed over and pulled Dyer back.
"Dong, tell me the truth, was that ball a trick?"
Wang Xiaodong rolled his eyes, did I tell you that I have a golden finger?
"Who knows, it depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, my kicks will be more accurate. If I'm in a bad mood, just like I did. You saw it!"
Keegan held his chin and looked at the goal not far away, lost in thought.
After a long while, Keegan finally spoke again.
"Dong, do you still want to score 12 goals this season?"
"Of course!" Wang Xiaodong replied without hesitation, "I have said what I said, of course I will keep it true!"
"But if you don't even have a chance to play, let alone 12, you won't even be able to get into the second one, right?"
Wang Xiaodong perked up when he heard this, "Hey, boss, you don't play like this! Don't forget that I won that game."
"Yes, yes, that game was won by your goal, but I can't win every game by your goal, right?"
"Well...well, what do you want?"
Kevin Keegan smiled slightly and ordered his assistant to hang a square marker with a side length of 20 centimeters at the junction of the upright post and the crosslink on the right side of the goal.
"Dong, if you can hit it within three kicks, I will put you on the squad after your suspension is restored. How about it?"
"Are you serious?" Wang Xiaodong suddenly became interested.
"Of course it's true." Keegan showed a proud smile and asked for three footballs to put in front of him.
"bring it on!"
Looking at the marker thirty meters away, Wang Xiaodong took a deep breath and backed away slowly.
Since it's not a shot, I'll try harder!
Wang Xiaodong prayed in his heart and affixed an advanced aiming charm to the marker.
call!
Run up, swing your legs.
The arch of his right foot was pressed against the right side of the ball from back to front. With a "boom" sound, the ball was lifted straight up from the ground.
"The kick flew away again!" Jack, who was standing next to the goalpost, glanced at the road and shook his head helplessly.
But the next second, Keegan's eyes widened.
"this..."
The ball that flew out of the door frame drew an arc in the air and began to spin towards the door frame.
Snapped!
Half a second later, the marker hanging on the beam was flipped upwards and hit the top net directly.
"Mr. Keegan, with my football, can I be replaced in the starting lineup?"
