"Dong, what's your look like?"
When they gathered the next day, all the team members were dumbfounded.
Even the security guard at the door stood on his stool and looked over to see if anyone else had sneaked in.
"Isn't he handsome?"
Wang Xiaodong raised his head gracefully, but the short hair on the top of his head did not flutter in the wind.
"Dong, to be fair, I... It's hard for us to accept such a hairstyle."
Fernandez was one of the few people on the team who could tell the truth in front of Wang Xiaodong, and he was the only one to remind Wang Xiaodong of this.
"You all think so?"
Wang Xiaodong turned around and found that even Walcott was covering his mouth and snickering, and instantly suppressed his blush.
Farke!
That guy lied to me!
He doesn’t want to open his barber shop!
Wang Xiaodong bitterly grabbed Dyer, who was snickering in the crowd, and picked him up directly.
"Fake Squid, you dare to laugh at me with a shit on your head?"
"boarding!"
Wang Xiaodong boarded the bus first, leaving a group of teammates looking at each other.
"Hahahahahahaha~~~" Everyone finally couldn't help it and let out a series of laughter.
"Hahahahaha, it's rare to see Dong Chiqiu, it's so interesting!"
"Hahahaha, I even look forward to how he will meet the fans!"
Dyer adjusted his "crown" helplessly, curled his lips and muttered, "You got a nondescript haircut yourself, why are you bullying me!"
Wang Xiaodong came to the last row as usual, put down his backpack, and lay down on his side.
The last row of the bus has become Wang Xiaodong's "private bed", and anyone who gets involved here will be taken out by him.
Along the way, many teammates winked and peeked at Wang Xiaodong's new hairstyle.
Some people even secretly took out their cameras and took pictures while Wang Xiaodong turned his head and squinted.
After two hours of bumpy driving, the bus finally arrived in downtown London.
Due to Southampton's bad trip to London last time, this time they saw the bus coming from the south coast again, and reporters rushed to it like crazy.
"Uh...Winter, you better wear a hat."
Before getting off the bus, Keegan came to Wang Xiaodong with a certain Santa hat.
"Why? This is the most popular hairstyle right now!"
Wang Xiaodong took a deep breath and threw his Santa hat aside.
"This is Beckham's hairstyle. He can have it, so why can't I have it?"
"You are so different from David." Fernandez on the side couldn't help complaining, "His mohawk has hair on both sides!"
"And you shaved your head!"
"Fake!" Wang Xiaodong remained stubborn, "Maybe one day he will have his hair cut like mine!"
Sure enough, when Wang Xiaodong stepped out of the car with his new hairstyle, the reporters around him exclaimed.
"Hey, Dong's hairstyle is okay!"
"Should I say wild or heroic?"
"Haha, like the mane on a wild horse's back!"
"Red mane? Hahahaha~~ It's better to say it's a rooster's comb!"
"Click, click, click~~~"
The flashbulbs kept shining.
No matter how big a star the player is, he only gets this treatment.
"Famous is not as good as meeting. No wonder others say Dong is a thorn!" Professor Wenger not far away also stopped and watched for a while. In his heart, Wang Xiaodong had completely fulfilled the title of "problem child".
"Fake! Don't think I can't recognize you if you change your hairstyle!" Alex Song glared at Wang Xiaodong fiercely.
Not only him, but the other gunmen who came to the scene were all filled with indignation and stared at the opposite side with murderous eyes.
"What's wrong? Hillbillies, haven't you seen such a handsome hairstyle?"
As soon as he finished speaking, it was so quiet outside Highbury Stadium that you could hear a pin drop.
What did Dong just say?
Country bumpkin?
Who did he call a country bumpkin? ? ?
"Fake Squid! Say it again?"
Jolu, who served as the substitute for the Gunners, could no longer bear it. He rushed forward desperately to avenge his friend Senderos.
"Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly!!! Did you hear that clearly?!" Wang Xiaodong curled his lips, "You look like Crayon Shin-chan, and you have the nerve to come out to play football? If my guess is correct, you should be a substitute, right? ?”
"Fake Squid, I want to challenge you!"
Qiao Lu was so angry that if his teammates hadn't hugged him tightly, he would have crossed the red line long ago and staged a real PK with Wang Xiaodong.
The reporters on the side had never seen such a battle before?
Everyone retreated to the side and clicked the shutter button with their cameras.
Good guy, this game is really not in vain!
Is there such a good show?
If this continues, there will be no need to kick the ball, and the headlines will be out tomorrow!
At 1.92 meters, Qiaolu is tall and even slightly better than Senderos in height and weight.
But Wang Xiaodong didn't rush at all. He stood behind the line with his chest raised and a provocative look on his face.
boom!
Qiaolu, who was so angry that he couldn't get away, took off his backpack and threw it at Wang Xiaodong.
Wang Xiaodong gently reached out and caught his opponent's backpack.
He took out a jersey from inside and bent down to clean his sneakers in front of everyone.
Wow~~~~
This time, things got really big.
If it was a personal grudge between Wang Xiaodong and Jolu before, from the moment Wang Xiaodong shined his shoes, it became a provocation against the entire Arsenal club.
At this moment, even the local reporters present were angry.
"Bastard, you know what you're doing?"
"Let go of the Arsenal shirt, it's not yours to touch!"
"Get out of Highbury, get out of London, you're not welcome here, red-haired bastard!!!"
In an instant, the security pressure doubled. Fernandez and Dyer swarmed forward, pulling Wang Xiaodong back into the team and into the player tunnel.
"Dong, are you crazy? Do you know what you just did?"
In the VIP channel, Jack was also sweating profusely.
This was the most heated pre-game conflict he had ever seen in his more than ten years of coaching.
"I just provoked a group of stupid Cockneys!" Wang Xiaodong curled his lips, "Have you forgotten the last time I came to London, what did these impolite Cockneys do to me?"
"This... how can this be compared?" Jack said speechlessly, "How can a sleazy team like Millwall be compared with a team like Arsenal?"
"Is there any difference?" Wang Xiaodong's arrogant face turned serious instantly, "If a scumbag changes his clothes, does that mean he becomes a gentleman?"
Although he hasn't seen the news yet, Wang Xiaodong knows very well why the Arsenal guys hate him so much.
But having said that, doesn't Wang Xiaodong dislike these guys who call themselves "above and above"?
On Halloween night, if he hadn't recognized the little witch from the beginning and followed her all the time, Senderos, the worm, might have done something crazy.
So even if all London citizens like Arsenal, Wang Xiaodong doesn't buy it.
At the pre-match press conference, Keegan looked embarrassed as he explained what had just happened.
"Uh... I'm sorry for the little friction that occurred before entering."
"It was my lack of leadership and failure to manage my players well."
"But I think Dong's reaction is understandable. After all, the last time he came to London, he almost had his arm broken by the good citizens here."
"So I hope my opponents can also exercise restraint and all grudges will be resolved on the court."
Keegan's words can be said to be well-founded. They not only saved Arsenal's face, but also reminded some people with ill intentions. If something happens, we won’t give up!
After Keegan spoke, the professor also stood up and said into the microphone: "Mr. Keegan is right. This matter is just a private grudge between the players. After returning to the locker room, I have already taught him a lesson." Defiant players.”
“I am also deeply sorry that this happened at Highbury.”
At this point in the scene, the professor changed the topic and continued into the microphone: "Just like Mr. Keegan said, we will see the real results on the court. This is Highbury. Even Manchester United and Chelsea cannot easily win here. .”
After speaking, the professor nodded and took a step back.
The game was so tense before it even started that a reporter couldn't help but stepped forward, raised his hand and asked: "Mr. Wenger, will Henry play today?"
"Henry's injury has not fully recovered yet, and his focus is elsewhere. In today's League Cup, I have another trustworthy candidate on the front line!"
