The goal was scored in the first 15 minutes, which lifted the spirits of all the Saints and made them more active and excited.
What about Arsenal?
Are we still ahead?
Just when the Saints were working hard to win another victory, they encountered a group of gunmen with real fire.
After fierce collisions and fierce pressing, Arsenal, sitting at home, began to use close combat to contain the excited Saints. Starting from the midfield, the duel point was once advanced by more than ten meters.
In just four minutes, at least four team members were knocked to the ground. Most of the low points for fouls are near the center circle, and free kicks here do not pose any threat to the Gunners' goal.
In the 21st minute, Belmadi, who was dribbling the ball at high speed, was tackled while rushing in from the right. After falling to the ground, he held his legs and rolled back and forth several times, followed by heart-rending wails...until the referee After showing Hleb a yellow card for the foul, he slowly stood up with the help of his teammates.
"Hey, country bumpkins, is that all you can do?"
Wang Xiaodong was a little angry.
These guys were so cunning that they couldn't hit themselves, and they actually picked on their teammates.
Although the relationship between himself and Belmadi is not very good, on the court, being consistent with the outside world is a must.
The gunners who were called country bumpkins were filled with indignation. Alex Song wanted to rush forward and have a real-person PK with Wang Xiaodong several times, but he was suppressed by his teammates every time.
"Don't fuck him!"
"Don't fall into his trap!"
"That's how we play."
"Let's see what he can do?"
Sure enough, after this foul, Wang Xiaodong also stepped up his fighting efforts.
Facing an Arsenal player holding the ball, Wang Xiaodong's first thought was to press his body close to the opponent and then forcefully knock the opponent away.
But how can a smart gunman let him get his wish?
Even Gilbert Silva, who is known for his ferocity, chose to pass the ball when Wang Xiaodong rushed forward.
The image of Wang Xiaodong easily squeezing away Hleb in the first half is still vivid in his mind, and no one wants to go against this crazy guy.
In this way, Wang Xiaodong had brute strength, but he ran blindly between the gunmen's feet.
Time passed by, and Arsenal, who adopted such tactics, did not have any decent offense. The first half of the game was coming to an end.
Although the Gunners were still one goal behind, the Saints were already troubled by frequent tackles and pressing.
The joy of taking the lead has long since dissipated, leaving only endless resentment against the Gunners.
Did we provoke you?
Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, so why are you always doing things to us?
If you have the ability, follow Wang Xiaodong!
Wang Xiaodong was also irritated by the kick. These guys relied on their feet to always avoid him and never passed by his defense zone.
Glancing at the fourth official on the sidelines, the stoppage time sign in his hand showed a number: "3".
Are there 3 minutes left?
Wang Xiaodong was determined to at least attack again!
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaodong stretched out his hand and asked for the ball.
After getting the ball, he pushed with his right foot and quickly passed the ball to Dyer in front of him on the left. Then he quickly moved forward and crossed the center line.
Wang Xiaodong's sudden forward thrust brought a wave of rhythm. There was no way, who let his own midfielder suddenly step forward?
Dyer had no choice but to take the ball forward.
Fortunately, the Gunners didn't react, and Dyer took the ball a few steps forward before stopping it.
The offensive path was blocked, and Wang Xiaodong over there kept waving.
Dyer gritted his teeth and reluctantly chose to pass back.
The moment Dyer took the shot, Gilbert Silva suddenly increased his speed to the extreme, grabbed Wang Xiaodong from the side and stuck him behind him.
Arsenal's "invisible wall" was invisible in the first half and finally came into play in stoppage time.
Gilberto is top-notch both in terms of speed and body. If he gets in front of Wang Xiaodong, the ball can basically be broken.
But just as Wenger nodded frequently, Gilberto felt a sense of fear in his heart.
"etc..."
"Why do I run so fast?"
"How come it's so easy to run?"
"impossible!"
“Someone is pushing me???”
When Gilberto reacted, Wang Xiaodong's shoulder was already under his armpit.
At this moment, Gilbert couldn't stop even if he wanted to, unless he was willing to brake suddenly and have Wang Xiaodong run over him.
"Get out of my way!!!"
With a roar, the funny-looking rooster comb twitched.
And its owner, like a heavy truck that couldn't stop, squeezed Gilberto away little by little with its weight visible to the naked eye.
"Walter???"
In the eyes of the fans full of exclamation points, Wang Xiaodong gave one last hard head.
The poor Brazilian rushed out involuntarily and just avoided the ball passed back by Dyer.
Hiss~~~
The whole of Highbury gasped.
With unmatched terrifying power, Arsenal's midfielder was like paper in front of Wang Xiaodong.
In Wang Xiaodong's eyes, that "invisible wall" really became a wall of air.
"Stop him!"
Someone yelled, and Alex Song could no longer hold back and accelerated towards Wang Xiaodong.
The Cameroon midfielder had messy yellow hair, and he was like a lit bomb, rushing towards Wang Xiaodong with the attitude of dying together.
"Fake YOU, I don't care who you are? I will risk my life with you today!"
At this moment, Alex Song forgot about Senderos who was forced into the hospital by Wang Xiaodong, Almunia who avoided his edge at the critical moment, and even Gil who was squeezed away by Wang Xiaodong a second ago. Burt Silva.
He was like a crazy martyr. For his friends and the club, he rushed towards Wang Xiaodong desperately, trying to kill both of them.
Seeing Song rushing towards him, Wang Xiaodong tilted his body after getting the ball, and fell to the ground at the moment when the two of them met.
"ah!!!"
A scream came from the stadium.
Um? ? ?
For a moment, Highbury Stadium fell silent.
A question mark popped up in everyone's mind.
What just happened?
I didn't hear the collision? !
Did Song really meet Wang Xiaodong?
Why was Dong so badly hit?
Why are you still screaming now?
The instigator, Song Ye, was full of questions.
Looking back at Wang Xiaodong who fell to the ground, did I really touch him just now?
"Ah~~~ah~~~ah~~~my legs, my back, my waist, my butt~~~"
Wang Xiaodong, who fell to the ground, was rolling on the ground like a caught carp.
Looking at his "lively" appearance, even his teammates who stepped forward to check the situation couldn't bear to look at him.
Please, your acting skills are too bad. How can you be so energetic even after being injured?
One second you knocked a strong man like Gilberto flying, but the next second you were hit by a bamboo pole like Song and couldn't care for yourself?
Who are you fooling!
The referee also looked embarrassed. After rushing over to award the Saints a frontcourt free kick, he urged Wang Xiaodong to get up quickly.
"Hey, referee, this is unfair, why don't you give him a yellow card?" Wang Xiaodong shouted on the ground, just like a child who didn't ask for candy.
"Dong, get up quickly, be careful the referee gives you a yellow card!"
Seeing the referee's face gradually turning livid, Dyer quickly ran over and pulled Wang Xiaodong up from the ground.
"I'm telling you, that guy definitely took the money!"
"Otherwise we can't be so biased towards the home team."
"What's so great about it?"
"Isn't it Arsenal?"
"I can still score goals!"
Wang Xiaodong's words did not mean to avoid anyone at all. Whether it was the gunman not far away or the referee nearby, they all heard clearly.
Upon seeing this, Dyer quickly pushed Wang Xiaodong away: "Dong, you made this ball, you have to punish it!"
Wang Xiaodong visually measured the distance, which was about twenty-five to six meters from the goal.
He clenched his fists and said, "OK! Now I'll let them see what a real free kick is!"
When Wang Xiaodong took the initiative to stand in front of the ball, a strange scene appeared on the court.
