I, Walcott, am not alone in these two moments!
The little tiger smiled slightly and pedaled the bicycle in front of Toure.
"Hey! This guy is not bad!"
"He actually has such skills at his feet!"
"No wonder he's called Rooney!"
Walcott pedaled the bicycle extremely smoothly. When Toure was dazed, his left foot suddenly reached behind his right leg and came out from the other side.
Flower arranging feet?
This is Walcott's certificate of nomination!
Toure's face turned pale as he saw the ball slipping away from him. Who would have thought that a man on a bicycle would follow up with a fancy pass like a flowery pass?
There was also an exclamation from the Highbury stands. Although they didn't like Wang Xiaodong, Walcott's wonderful performance was definitely worth the price!
Of course, no matter how fancy the pass is, someone has to catch it.
The ball drew an arc in the Gunners penalty area. Although Omerod, who rushed forward, was a step slower, he took away an Arsenal defender.
Seeing the ball rolling sideways across the penalty area, everyone felt that Little Tiger's pass was too big.
At this moment, a black figure quickly entered the restricted area.
Dyer, who was trying his best, did not slow down at all, and despite the danger of doing the splits, he still reached out to touch the ball with his toes.
"Well done Dyer!"
Seeing a teammate touch the ball, the little tiger was extremely excited.
No matter what, the ball was finally passed in place.
His performance just ended normally.
But the next second, Dyer's decision made Walcott full of curses.
"Fake, if you don't rush forward by yourself, why did you stop?"
Dyer, who rushed into the penalty area, barely stopped the ball and used almost all his strength to adjust his balance and control the ball.
"Isn't this a waste of opportunity!?"
You obviously gave up your balance in order to catch the ball, but you barely stopped yourself after touching the ball. What is the difference between this and taking off your pants and farting?
Seeing that Dyer was about to fall, Ebou, who returned to defense in time, rushed forward immediately, trying to destroy the ball.
At the critical moment, Dyer used all his strength to adjust his body and fell in the direction of Ebu. At the same time, he poked his toes and pushed the ball toward the top of the penalty area.
"Why are you passing it out? Let's hit it in!"
Walcott was so angry that he slapped his thigh again.
If he had been allowed to handle the ball, his second kick after touching the ball would have hit the goal even though the angle was small.
Even if you don't fight, it's still a good idea to sweep in front of the goal.
There's no need for you to pass the ball this time!
However, at this moment, Wang Xiaodong, who had just been standing in front of his own arc, suddenly appeared in front of the opponent's arc.
No one saw where this guy came out from.
Even Gilberto Silva, who had just been overtaken, looked shocked.
Look at the speed and the distance. After this guy passed the long ball, he started immediately?
Isn't he afraid of wasting energy?
Or are you too full of energy to vent?
Do you really believe that your teammates can give you the ball?
No matter how shocked Gilberto was, the unguarded Wang Xiaodong did rush to the penalty area.
Dyer's return pass came just as promised.
Due to Walcott's pass and Dyer's sprint to catch the ball, almost all the Gunners' defensive players rushed into the penalty area.
At this moment, except for Wang Xiaodong, there is no one in front of the top of the penalty area!
The ball didn't roll very fast. It stuck to the turf and was more like an ordinary kick.
Wang Xiaodong faced the ball and made his choice immediately.
If this ball is not shot, how long will it take?
"Ah!!!" the commentator couldn't help shouting.
The tens of thousands of fans at Highbury also held their breath.
They knew that no matter what happened next, they could not let that abominable cockhead score a goal!
Wang Xiaodong is still sprinting!
The ball is still rolling!
The raised thighs were parallel to the turf in an instant!
His right foot hit the ball hard like a pendulum!
The ball was like a cannonball, tearing apart the space and roaring in the air!
There's no arc, no spin!
The distance of sixteen meters passed by in the blink of an eye, and he got into the Gunners goal in an instant.
As the Gunners' regular goalkeeper in the cup, Manuel Almunia immediately stretched out his left hand, but was frozen in place before the roaring wind.
A second later, the afternoon sun coated Almunia with a golden outline. When people saw clearly, his arms were bent.
"Damn it!"
"Cowardly fellow!"
"You are destined to be a substitute for the rest of your life!"
Seeing this scene, the gun fans in the stands cursed loudly.
"Coach, I..."
Almunia looked towards the sidelines. Wenger's hands were crossed and the professor's face was tense.
Looking at his teammates in front of him, his expressions were not so friendly either.
Immediately afterwards, the roar of more than 30,000 home fans filled Almunia's ears.
The Spaniard sat slumped on the ground, looking at his left hand with disbelief on his face.
He remembered a year ago, when he had just transferred to Arsenal.
He was a substitute at that time, but Wenger trusted him deeply and always reserved his starting spot in cup matches.
In last year's League Cup semi-finals, facing Manchester United, which was half the main force, he made a big mistake in just 19 seconds of the game - allowing David Bellion's feeble shot to slip under his arm and into the net. It was precisely because of this conceded goal that the Gunners were eliminated 0-1.
If he was still a fledgling at that time and had no experience in the world, but now that he has become a regular in the Gunners Cup, he is no longer allowed to make such low-level mistakes.
What's more, he's a goalkeeper!
When everyone can follow their instinct and subconsciously dodge, he must take the initiative to stand up and face his fear.
But at the last second, he backed down.
Facing the howling wind, Almunia had only one thought in her mind: My hand will be broken!
Now, Almunia's arm was not broken, but his heart was shattered, and the face and trust he had accumulated were all reduced to dust.
Before the game, the guy who provoked his teammates and fans in front of everyone was cheering, but he was fueling the "villain's success".
"He's a coward!"
"It was him who scored the goal!"
"He is a traitor to Arsenal!"
At this moment, Almunia realized what it means to be criticized by a thousand people.
After scoring the goal, Wang Xiaodong screamed and rushed towards the corner kick area.
In front of thousands of fans, he shook his fist fiercely.
One punch, two punches, three punches!
Tiger and tiger generate wind, punches and critical strikes!
The emaciated corner flagpole just straightened his back when he was beaten to the ground by Wang Xiaodong.
Just like every Arsenal person who has scolded Wang Xiaodong before.
The cameraman not far away was shivering, lying on the ground and pulling in the lens to give Wang Xiaodong a 360-degree close-up with no blind spots.
However, the fans could do nothing but yell.
It was they who gave Wang Xiaodong the "satisfactory" conditions. , they personally ruined the chance to slap Wang Xiaodong in the face.
The fans watched helplessly as their corner cue was devastated by Wang Xiaodong.
"see it?"
"London rubes!"
"This is strength!"
"This is ability!"
"What can you do to me???"
Whoosh~~~
In an instant, the stands were filled with debris.
The fans could no longer hold back and threw whatever they could onto the court.
These cans, paper balls, and lighters carried the fans' anger, but they were shattered by Wang Xiaodong's provocative smile.
"God, who can stand up and help us teach this arrogant boy a lesson!"
The fans looked at their king, Henry was sitting there with a serious look on his face.
The King of Highbury didn't seem to notice what was happening on the court. What was he thinking?
Is it his future?
Or is it the future of the Gunners?
After the arrogant and domineering Wang Xiaodong vented his anger, he returned to the court as he wished.
The game is not over yet, he needs to prove himself with more goals.
"Thierry, what do you think of this guy?"
The trusted disciple backed down at the critical moment, but the professor did not show too many reproachful glances.
After telling the players on the field to pay attention to defense, Wenger came to Henry and asked softly.
"Boss, which one do you want to say?"
In the Saints' counterattack just now, two people performed eye-catchingly.
"The one who scored the goal!"
"He is very brave, very tenacious, and very arrogant." Henry smiled slightly.
Although Wang Xiaodong scored a goal, in Henry's eyes, it was nothing at all.
He scored a lot of goals like this.
"What if he becomes your teammate?"
Henry was stunned for a moment when he heard the professor's question.
After a long while, the gun king slowly opened his mouth and said: "He is not Vieira after all."
