From an overall level, Millwall, which is in the relegation zone of the standings, is not a match for Southampton, which aims to advance.
The referee blew his whistle and the third round of the League Cup officially began.
Walcott rarely "mixed" into a starting game. Keegan's purpose of sending him on the field is probably to use this game to get used to his opponent. After all, he will have to face Millwall again in two weeks.
After Kendi passed the ball to Walcott, he only glanced at his teammates and started running towards the Millwall half.
This scene seemed familiar, and the Southampton fans in the stands immediately became excited.
The ball was passed three times and fell down twice before reaching Wang Xiaodong's feet.
The fans tensed up and started shouting at the players on the field.
"Dong, pass the ball quickly!"
"Dong, pass the ball to Theo!"
"Winter, pass the ball to Kendi!"
When more than three teammates ran to the front of the penalty area, Wang Xiaodong suddenly kicked off his feet so that his teammates could turn around and break the ball as soon as they entered the penalty area.
This kind of long-pass sneak attack is very effective. As long as the ball is grabbed by your own forward, it is very likely to result in a goal attack!
Bang!
As Wang Xiaodong took off his feet, a burst of boos suddenly erupted from the main stand.
This kind of sudden curse made the visiting team players very uncomfortable, but the home team had long been used to it.
Before the Southampton striker could stand firm, he headed the ball out of the penalty area.
Before this, they had studied Southampton's opening long pass sneak attack strategy. With preparation, it would be difficult for the Saints to succeed in a sneak attack.
"Hahaha, go home, you stupid pigs!"
"We will not be broken down by you using such low-level tactics!"
Amidst the jeers, the ball changed and Millwall began to attack.
At this time, the home team's forward Hales had already rushed through Southampton's backline and planned to wait for the ball here.
Judging from the momentum of the ball in the air, there is no doubt that the landing point is here.
Just when Hales was about to get the ball, Wang Xiaodong's figure appeared in the camera.
Amid a roar, the red and white and blue and white stripes collided, and the ball fell to the ground.
"Oh hoo!"
There was a cry of surprise from the stands.
All the fans covered the back of their heads and gasped.
Barry Hales, who was 1.75 meters tall, was knocked away like a sack of cotton in front of Wang Xiaodong. He rolled several times on the ground and rolled directly out of bounds.
Wang Xiaodong only stumbled a few times after landing, then turned around and chased the ball!
"Whoa! Hush! Hush!!!" Vivian whistled.
"Emma, he's harder than I thought!"
"Are you sure you can stand him?"
The little witch blushed and was obviously very excited.
What could be more attractive to females than the clash of muscles between males?
Although Barry Hayles is not tall, he weighs 83KG and is a real little steel cannon of Millwall!
Relying on the characteristics of low chassis, fast speed and strong body, Hales has always had an advantage in breakthroughs and confrontations.
But today, careless Jamaicans were taught a lesson by this newcomer from the south coast.
The moment they entered the stadium, all fans abandoned their rationality and let instinct rule everything.
The fans in the main stand raised their hands like trumpets and shouted, yelled and cursed.
While shouting to Hales to stand up quickly, he cursed Wang Xiaodong for giving birth to a child without eyes.
In the first few minutes, the scene became extremely heated.
With the most notorious football hooligans in England, the players who play at Millwall are also ruffians.
But under the premise of Wang Xiaodong's "shooting with round legs, grabbing the ball and attacking first", Millwall's midfield and frontcourt were overwhelmed.
"Fake, what is this guy's background?"
"He's as strong as a bull!"
"Who let this guy out? Where did Southampton find this monster?"
Amidst the complaints from players and fans, Wang Xiaodong pursed his lips and followed closely behind Carl Asaba.
Asaba is a Millwall midfielder who is 3 centimeters taller than Wang Xiaodong.
He was tall and had long legs, and he soon surpassed Wang Xiaodong by half a body.
Although Wang Xiaodong was half a step behind, the ball rolling away in front of him was slowly tilting towards him.
Just as the two were about to touch the ball, Wang Xiaodong suddenly hit it with his shoulder with all his strength. Asaba rushed out of bounds like a derailed train and fell onto the billboard.
"Fake, what are you doing?"
"Are you a football player? Can't even hit that yellow monkey?"
"Asshole, get back here quickly and grab the ball from me, quickly!"
Millwall fans held up the billboard and shouted at their midfielder.
They show no shame in front of football.
Asaba also knew that he was "justified", pursed his lips, forced himself up, turned around and ran back to the court.
"That's what you're talking about, bastard, show your fighting spirit and don't be looked down upon by the other side like a coward!"
"Kill that yellow monkey, kill him!!!"
As the team is completely at a disadvantage in the confrontation, the "public resentment" on the Neil Stadium is accumulating little by little and may erupt at any time.
In the 27th minute, Jamie Vincent got close to the position and squeezed Walcott hard, hoping that the little tiger's sprint would be in vain.
However, like his teammates who underestimated Wang Xiaodong's strength, he underestimated Walcott's speed.
A sudden acceleration made Jamie feel cold behind him, and he immediately lost the restriction on Walcott.
The running little tiger was not affected by any resistance. He easily removed the ball and pushed forward at the same time, once again getting rid of another defender with unparalleled speed.
Seeing Walcott coming with the ball, there was panic in the Millwall penalty area.
The last defender moved with all his strength into Walcott's path, hoping that he could buy some time from his teammates.
However, the little tiger didn't hesitate at all. He moved his right foot to his underwear and cut inside freely. He was not afraid even if he was double-teamed by two opponents.
At this moment, the little tiger still showed no intention of passing the ball.
He cut in between the two defenders and quickly raised his left leg, taking advantage of the situation to hit the goal.
When the other party sees this, is it okay?
Quickly stretching their legs, the two of them worked together to block the gap between them.
Unexpectedly, this was a feint by the little tiger. After passing his opponent, he continued to kick forward. As a result, Kendi, who was running behind, had to stop to avoid overlapping with his teammates.
This time, after occupying all the positions of his teammates, Walcott quickly opened a shot gap of more than one meter!
The fans were once again stunned when they saw Walcott's smooth and calm continuous inside movements.
Is this justified?
How come these guys from Southampton are getting more T-shaped than each other?
One is incredibly powerful and the other is incredibly fast.
If this continues, how can we still play?
The widened eyes of Millwall coach Dennis became the backdrop for Little Tiger at this moment. The kicked ball did not have any arc, and apart from being fast, there was no difficulty in saving it.
But Marshall, who was moving towards the round corner of the goal, never expected that Walcott would kick the ball back to the near corner. When he tried to reach out to save, the huge inertia prevented him from making an effective save in the opposite direction.
puff!
The ball grazed Marshall's fingertips and went into the net.
Wow! ! !
The moment the goal was scored, the entire Neil Stadium was like a volcano erupting, even the enemy was shaken.
"No, hurry up, step up!"
The security captain was startled and shouted loudly.
Sure enough, half a second later, the fans in the visiting team's stands rushed forward.
They packed the first row and cursed at the security personnel two meters away.
"Farke!"
"Bichi!"
"Aisha!!!"
"A bunch of guys without balls, who do you think you are?"
Just as the security personnel focused their attention on the center of the main stand, an athletic fan in the corner suddenly jumped down from the stand, ran out from the gap between the two security personnel, and rushed towards the visiting team's stand.
Seeing this scene, the fans in the main stand went crazy with joy.
They jumped, shouted, and cheered for the "pioneers."
Soon, the fan, who was as fast as a 100-meter athlete, rushed to the visiting team's stands.
He pushed away the celebrating Walcott and raised a greeting finger in his face.
"Go away, you country bumpkin wild monkey, you are running wild here, who do you think you are?"
Walcott was stunned for a moment when he was scolded, and then the fan put it aside and rushed to the visiting team's stands. In front of thousands of visiting team fans, he raised two greeting fingers: "Fxxx, Bxxx, Axxx..."
A series of bad words blurted out, and his fierce face scared the away fans in the first row to take a step back.
When have Southampton fans, who always call themselves Saints, ever seen this?
Some people quickly spoke back, some covered the children's ears, and some even picked up the cans in their hands, but did not dare to throw them out.
Seeing this, the guy got even more serious and continued to curse the visiting team fans loudly, even including his relatives.
The little witch opened her eyes wide and looked at this vulgar scene. This scene absolutely subverted his image of a gentleman in the British Empire.
My God, how can there be such vulgar people in this world?
"Hahaha, bad guy, bedbug, stinky shit! Come up here if you dare! Hahahaha!" Vivian on the side looked enthusiastic. She had one foot on the chair and the other on the seat of the front seat. Sitting on the chair, he quarreled with the football hooligan to his heart's content.
The fans on the side looked sideways, and those male fans who had had reverie about these two beauties at first shrank their necks and threw away all their previous thoughts.
Darling, this is a real little girl!
But don't get involved with them!
Soon, two security personnel rushed over and took the football hooligan who was provoking the away team fans alone into custody.
Before leaving, the guy looked aggrieved, stretched out his hand with all his strength, and left his greeting finger to the fans.
As he passed the home team stand, there was a round of applause from the main stand.
All football hooligans gave their admiration to this pioneer.
Although his arms were pressed down by two security guards, he still tried to hold his chest up.
At this moment, where is he from a football hooligan who is about to be kicked off the field? More like a hero defending honor!
"Hey, what's going on? Didn't I ask you to deal with that Chinese kid who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth? Why are you provoking the fans of the away team?" When the call was dialed, little Ferguson's face was filled with dissatisfaction.
"Mr. Ferguson, that's not one of ours!" Butters looked gloomy.
He knows the guy who just broke out. His nickname is "Street Fighter", a pure-bred Millwall football hooligan!
If he hadn't rushed out just now, he would have rushed out with his men.
Now that he was disturbed by Street Douyi, he could only wait patiently for the next opportunity.
"I don't care, no matter what, I don't want to see him continue to appear on the field! After playing for these dozens of minutes, I think you can understand. That guy is the backbone of Southampton's defense. I think... In a league game, you don’t want to see your players’ offense always failing at his feet, right?”
"Don't worry, Mr. Ferguson, he won't be so lucky next time!"
