"Fake, this kid is quite arrogant!"
Wang Xiaodong came late.
When he came to Walcott's side, "Street Fighter" had already been taken away by two security guards, and Wang Xiaodong didn't even catch up with him.
"Dong, don't cause trouble, this is not our home court!" Fernandez also came on the court today. He grabbed Wang Xiaodong and warned him with a serious face.
"It's okay, what can happen?" Wang Xiaodong looked disdainful, "What else can he do to me? I'll just stand here waiting for him! Let's see what he can do to me!"
Amid the hustle and bustle, the farce did not last long and the two sides soon resumed the game.
After the restart, the home team players seemed to have received some kind of revelation, and one by one they began to transform into wild horses, showing the fury that only belongs to Millwall.
Dark clouds are approaching, and rain is about to come.
Millwall's formation suddenly moved forward several meters as a whole, with more than five players rushing through the midfield.
Constantly linking up the high position to press, passing quickly when attacking, and pressing Southampton's passes when defending.
It was based on the momentum of counterattack after losing the ball, coupled with the terrifying atmosphere at home.
Millwall seemed to have transformed into a strong Premier League team, trying to overwhelm this group of colleagues from the south coast with an instant burst of pressure.
"Hmph, how can a mere stream dare to compete with the sea?"
Wang Xiaodong is right.
Millwall's dockers worked around the Thames, but Southampton's dockers made their living on the English Channel.
No matter how poetic the Thames is, how can it compare to the rough English Channel?
Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
In continuous physical confrontation, Wang Xiaodong formed a line of defense in the Southampton half with just one person.
"Fake, is this guy really only sixteen years old?"
"Or does he have other means?"
"It is said that he is Chinese. Can he know Chinese Kung Fu?"
There was another collision for the second half of the ball. Wang Xiaodong, Jody Morris, had already used all his strength to hit Wang Xiaodong with his shoulder.
The next second, he heard a "click". His legs gave way and he fell directly to the ground.
However, Wang Xiaodong staggered a step back in the opposite direction, and after getting rid of Morris' pull, he went straight to catch up with the ball.
After getting the ball, Wang Xiaodong turned around and took a long pass, which was not very accurate, and sent it three meters in front of Walcott.
Simple and smooth "winter and western combination".
"Oh!" The fans of the home team covered their heads. They couldn't figure out why it turned out like this.
Obviously the players can use long passes to avoid Wang Xiaodong, but every time they advance to Wang Xiaodong's defense line, they can't help but dribble the ball forward and seem to have to pass him.
"What are you doing?"
"Why do you have to fight head-on?"
"Don't you know that guy is as strong as a buffalo?"
After the halftime whistle blew, fans lay on the edge of the stands and roared at the dejected players.
"Pete, you don't know!" a Millwall starting player looked frustrated. "That guy is so annoying. Whenever we pass by that area, he will spit out lotus."
"Farke, he's a born hippie!"
"You don't know how unpleasant that guy's curse was!"
"Is this your reason? Are you still a professional player? A bunch of eggs, this is obviously a provocation, can't you see?" The man known as Pete looked like he hated iron and steel, and he loudly reprimanded the fans beside him. With the team members.
The security guard on the side was amazed.
Hey guys, is this still Millwall?
In this terrifying home court, the home team usually stimulates the visiting team, why is it reversed today?
And the football hooligan who usually causes the most trouble actually gives advice to professional players.
If this spreads out, it will make other "rogue fellows" laugh out loud!
Fifteen minutes passed in a hurry, and when Wang Xiaodong's figure appeared at the entrance of the players' tunnel again, he was greeted with overwhelming abuse.
"Get out of here, you're not welcome here, yellow monkey!"
"Barbarians from a backward place, do you know what football is?"
"Bastard, bastard, shit..."
Wang Xiaodong's taunting tactics on the court had spread throughout the home team's stands, so when Wang Xiaodong came on the court again, they threw all the debris in their hands at Wang Xiaodong.
Newspaper balls, mineral water bottles, rolling papers, lighters... Wang Xiaodong reached out and caught a banana directly from the air.
"Hey! Fruit seller, do you have any more apples?" Wang Xiaodong peeled off the banana peel, ate the banana into his stomach in a few mouthfuls, and then tossed the banana peel back into the stand.
This move once again angered the home fans.
The security personnel in this area felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. They were nervously facing this group of fans who were about to lose control, ready to rush in and suppress them at any time.
"Mr. Keegan, we really shouldn't have brought Dong here!" Jack wiped the sweat from his head and looked at this scene tremblingly.
"No, I think it's the opposite!" Keegan shook his head, "We should be bringing Winter here!"
Under the dissuasion of the fourth official, Wang Xiaodong once again stayed away from the main stand.
Otherwise, even the person in charge of the stadium would not dare to predict what will happen next.
"Oh! Look, that guy is so arrogant!"
"Boys, show your strength!"
“Give them a good look!”
The commentator at Neil Stadium represents the official. Although he wanted to spit out sweet things from the beginning of the game, he could not control his emotions.
It was precisely because he was better at this than others that he stood out among more than a dozen peers and won the job.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's smug look at this moment, he wanted to rush forward and have a real PK with Wang Xiaodong.
After the start of the second half, Millwall, which was running into obstacles everywhere, clearly had not yet found a more effective way to attack.
The players' footwork is not particularly precise. If they had the skills of Manchester United's Class 92, they could completely avoid Wang Xiaodong and move the ball.
However, they have poor footwork and can only make short and medium passes.
Wang Xiaodong also has a loud voice. Whenever he sees someone dribbling the ball near him, he is the first to rush up and greet all the female relatives in the other person's family.
To be honest, this is a dirty trick.
But it works.
Even if Wang Xiaodong is facing a group of gentlemen, there will be times when he cannot help but lose his temper when the other party mentions a certain touching point in his heart many times.
Not to mention Millwall footballers.
They were already lagging behind at home, and they couldn't find a better offensive way to equalize the score.
At this moment of urgency, Wang Xiaodong poured another bucket of oil. The taste was simply sour and refreshing!
"Beep! Beep beep!!!"
The referee's whistle sounded sharply.
"Oh~~~"
Another lament came from the main stand, and the next second, even greater abuse broke out.
That's right, they lost again!
Ben Mei wanted to use his speed to break away from Wang Xiaodong's defense, and obviously he did it.
But Wang Xiaodong shouted greetings while chasing him. Ben Mei felt angry and wanted to use an emergency stop to get rid of the second trick on Wang Xiaodong.
However, just when he showed signs of slowing down, what was waiting for him was a strong and brave leg.
A clean tackle.
Wang Xiaodong's foot scooped the ball out of bounds in an instant. Ben Mei, who couldn't brake in time, tripped and fell on Wang Xiaodong's leg, and there was a sudden cry.
Dennis on the side yelled.
"Idiot, what are you thinking about?"
"You've obviously passed by, why do you have to slow down?"
"Tell me, why?"
It's a pity that Ben Mei won't tell him the answer for a short time. Two team doctors rushed forward and put the person on a stretcher.
If the stretcher was covered with a white cloth instead of a seat belt, the fans would believe that Ben May had died.
Wang Xiaodong's performance was too dominant. He did not score a goal or assist.
Physical defense alone knocked the home team off their feet.
Until now, almost all Millwall players except the goalkeeper have fallen at the feet of Wang Xiaodong.
He is like a tireless defensive machine, knocking down all incoming attackers one by one.
Dennis played the last substitution card. In fact, these three substitutions were not considered tactical adjustments. They were completely forced by Wang Xiaodong.
With the game playing like this, the fans' emotions have reached a critical point, and many people are on the verge of breaking out.
Even the Red Army Liverpool would not dare to be so presumptuous at the Neal Stadium!
Those football scum programmed songs about the Hillsborough tragedy to stimulate Liverpool fans and players. Although they lost the game in the end, they felt extremely sour.
Especially when they saw the group of Liverpool fans who couldn't control their emotions and pounced on them, these football hooligans were like hyenas seeing fat, their eyes showed anticipation.
But what now?
Not only was the team one goal behind, but the three substitutions were used so passively.
Southampton doesn't have any bad news. Apart from being relegated last season, football hooligans can't find a point that can stimulate their opponents.
Now Southampton has the advantage in all aspects, and the fans' best abuse has become the opponent's attack method.
If this was the Roman Colosseum, they might be the first to rush forward.
"I dare say that this game can definitely be written into history!"
"Haha, it's been a long time since I saw these guys from Millwall being defeated!"
In the administrative stands, several outside "big shots" were whispering.
As fans say, Millwall is the worst "cancer" in England. Any team that plays against him will have a huge headache when visiting the Neil Stadium.
In addition to their mortal rivals West Ham United being able to compete with them, even Arsenal had to come here with their tail between their legs.
"What would happen if I bought him?"
"I think his opponent might go crazy!"
"Haha, you are right! If possible, he will be our midfielder next season."
"I didn't expect Chinese players to be so tough! I like it!"
While scouts from various clubs were discussing privately, the entire Neil Stadium erupted into a mournful cry.
"what happens?"
"Oh My God!"
"Is it winter?"
At this moment, everyone focused on Wang Xiaodong, who was thirty meters in front of the goal.
Millwall goalkeeper Marshall fell to the ground. Behind him was a ball that had just fallen from the net.
All the players were dumbfounded, including the visiting team's Southampton players, who were still stunned.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong raised his hands high and swung them downwards. The moment he placed both hands behind his body, his waist and hips suddenly thrust forward.
"Ouch!"
Just like Michael Jackson's signature move, only this time, Wang Xiaodong did not cover it with his hands.
Wow~~~
The visiting fans in the stands felt a strong wind blowing through them, and many of them covered their children's eyes.
But those female fans' eyes were shining, staring greedily at Wang Xiaodong's bulge.
"Wow~~~~I'm starting to like him!" Vivian stood on the chair and yelled crazily.
The little witch beside her became angry and hurriedly pulled her companion down.
"Weiwei, you...don't do this to you, didn't you say before that you weren't interested in him?"
"Honey, tell me, can you deal with him by yourself using only the water magic I taught you?" Weiweian hugged the little witch's neck, and her eyes looked wide open under the influence of eyeliner. Get the boss.
"Dragon, he is a giant dragon! Little witch, do you think you can really subdue this giant dragon with just your magic?"
"I...I...I..." The little witch lay on her back in Weiweian's arms, turning her head to peek at Wang Xiaodong in the field, blushing so much that she could not speak.
Just when the emotions of the fans on both sides were heightened to the extreme, Butters, who was hiding in the crowd, suddenly put his hood on his head, waved his hand, pushed away the crowd, and rushed forward.
