Wang Xiaodong's violent aesthetics completely aroused the Saints' desire to attack.
Hey guys, this is Arsenal!
Looking at the whole of Europe, which teams can show such a tough attitude towards the three words "Arsenal"?
I know you are part of the main lineup today, but you deserve it. Who told you not to give your best?
The Saints, who were leading by two goals, completely let go of the burden on their shoulders, especially the offensive players, who desperately wanted to show themselves in front of the Gunners.
Professor Wenger made a big move and had to make adjustments to the tactics before the first half was over.
Gilberto Silva has been given a very important task: as long as Wang Xiaodong crosses the midfield, the Brazilian must hang by his side.
"We must never let him take a shot again!"
Wenger gave Gilberto a death order.
"Even if you commit a foul, tackle him, or knock him over, you can't let him take off his feet!!!"
The fourth official glanced strangely at the professor who was yelling at the side, how afraid are you of Wang Xiaodong?
Sure enough, as soon as Wenger finished his words, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.
The professor was so nervous that he forgot the time!
Wenger was also stunned when he heard the whistle. Then he cursed a French curse and walked into the tunnel without looking back.
At the beginning of the second half, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Gunners put most of their energy into defending Wang Xiaodong.
Even if Wang Xiaodong gets the ball in the backcourt, Van Persie and Obiye will step forward immediately to interfere with his long pass.
Wang Xiaodong was seen dead, and others got more opportunities.
While you are sick, I will kill you.
In the 51st minute, Walcott dribbled the ball from the right into the Gunners penalty area. After attracting three defenders, he hit back as hard as possible. Belmadi, who inserted in the middle, pushed the ball and the ball hit the far post. Crossed the bottom line.
In the 58th minute, Wang Xiaodong took a free kick from the center circle directly into the penalty area. Almunia jumped up desperately in the crowd and hit the ball out of the penalty area with a single punch.
In the 63rd minute, Dyer burst in from the left, forced an overtake and then passed into the penalty area. Omerod jumped high and beat Toure and hit the goal with his head, changing the score to 3-0.
The appearance of another goal completely defeated the Gunners.
Only then did they realize that they were no longer facing devout saints, they were a group of hungry wolves!
Faced with this situation, Wenger didn't have much else to do except yell.
The problem before the team was not an offensive problem at all. Arsenal was out of touch starting from the midfield, disrupted by Wang Xiaodong alone, and was losing ground.
The 433 formation has changed to 451. Even so, Wang Xiaodong should play the ball and tackle when he should.
Although Gilberto was always hanging next to him, in terms of strength and confrontation, the Brazilian achieved a complete defeat.
"It would be great if Senderos was here." The professor suddenly sighed.
"Boss, this guy brought Senderos to the hospital." Xiaofa couldn't help but remind him.
The professor glanced at the bench, waved his hand, and asked Fabregas to sit down again.
"Coach, let me play instead!"
“If we don’t change it, it will be too late!”
"If we can get a goal back at this time, we still have a chance..."
Fabregas was chattering away, but Wenger turned a deaf ear.
In this game, he gave up on behalf of Arsenal.
Neither Cesc Fabregas nor Henry's role is in defense. The team's offense is hindered. When the connection is not good, they can be substituted, but this is not the case at all now.
Rushing to replace the two players on the field will not only have no effect on the situation, but may also injure two favorite players.
Seeing Gilberto once again being knocked away by Wang Xiaodong while fighting for a high-altitude ball, the professor suddenly had a feeling: If Wang Xiaodong changed into "O2" uniforms and appeared in the Gunners midfield, Arsenal would not be able to make another impact. A new 49-game unbeaten streak.
Thinking of this, the professor quickly shook his head to dispel this unrealistic idea.
Although he doesn't know the relationship between Walcott and Wang Xiaodong, he knows that Southampton's willingness to let the little tiger leave is already the biggest concession. If they sell another Wang Xiaodong, the Saints will not be promoted unless they do not want to advance this season.
What's more, both young talents were acquired by the Gunners, and other giants such as Manchester United and Liverpool did not agree.
At the end of the game, the professor only replaced Jolu and another substitute to play defense. Henry, the gun king that the fans expected, was kept on the bench by Wenger.
People who didn't know the truth were still clamoring for the emperor to come to the rescue, but people with a discerning eye had already seen that the professor had given up on the League Cup position.
On the battlefield, only 11 abandoned gunmen were left struggling to support themselves.
After changing people, the professor sat down in his seat and said no more.
The saints on the other side also became more and more brave.
In the 72nd minute, Belmadi was brought down by Eboue at the edge of the penalty area, and the referee awarded Southampton a free kick.
Seeing the referee's penalty, Almunia's face turned pale.
Why another free kick?
Why is it so close?
Isn't this torture?
You teammates really don’t treat me as a human being!
Come on, come on, come and form a human wall!
At Almunia's urging, the gunmen, who had been beaten without any fighting spirit, stood together helplessly.
They covered their vital parts and did not dare to raise their heads, for fear of looking into the eyes of the proud Wang Xiaodong.
"Poor Arsenal goalkeeper!"
Sir Alex Ferguson sat in front of the TV, looked at Almunia who was encouraging him in front of the door, and crossed himself on his chest.
"poor guy."
"He should see a psychiatrist after this game."
"Otherwise today will definitely cast a shadow on his entire career!"
This time, because the foul location was closer to the penalty area, under Almunia's loud arrangement, eight gunners stood in a row to form an extra-long human wall.
Almunia stood in the only small gap, his legs sank, and his eyes stared directly at the ball at Wang Xiaodong's feet.
bring it on!
If you have the ability, then kick against the wall!
If I kick in this time, it won't be my fault.
But if you want to take advantage of this gap, I will stop you even if I risk my life!
The gunners standing in a long row were also uneasy. Wang Xiaodong's shooting power was too great.
This guy seemed to spare no effort in every shot he made, especially the explosion when the leather foot hit the ball. It felt like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts, lingering like a nightmare.
Who knows why this guy can kick the ball so hard and still keep it so low and hit it so accurately.
If he had used all his strength to kick the ball, the ball would have flown into the stands.
The gunmen in a long row were all complaining, but no one dared to move because they all understood their current situation.
"God, let him kick to both sides!" said the middle man.
"God, let him kick it to the middle," said people on both sides.
"God, let him kick at Song, he pissed off that crazy guy!" said people on both sides and in the middle.
"God, let him kick at Jolu, he is Senderos' best friend," Song said.
"God, as long as he doesn't kick me, he can kick anyone else!" Qiaolu said.
"God, let him play with the exposed goal!" said the wall.
Almunia: "???"
BENG! ! !
At this moment, there was a sudden explosion in front of the penalty area.
Unlike those guys who were standing in the wall, Wang Xiaodong didn't hesitate at all and rushed to the ball immediately.
Because of the angle, this time he used his left foot.
But no one dares to deny the devastating power brought by that left foot.
Hleb, who was standing on the innermost side, opened his eyes wide and saw a shadow flying past his cheek.
Wang Xiaodong's free kick swayed in the air. As the ball flew closer, Almunia was slow to react.
Is this ball...left or right? ? ?
Bang!
Faced with Wang Xiaodong's third shot that exploded inside the door frame, Almunia finally bravely stretched out his hands this time.
Fake, no matter what, I have to stop you...eh?
The ten fingers under the latex gloves were tilted downward. The moment he touched the ball, Almunia felt as if his fingers had been broken.
He was like a mantis with teeth and claws, facing the approaching car, but still stretched out his arms without fear.
"GOAL!"
"GOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
The Southampton commentator could no longer hold back at this moment and roared at the top of his lungs.
“WonderfulGOOOOOOOOOAL!!!”
"DONG, DONG, DONG!!!"
"Hat-trick, Winter gets a hat-trick at Highbury!!!"
"KING!!!"
“DONG is the KING here!!!”
The commentator no longer knew what to say.
When Wang Xiaodong appeared with a cockscomb on his head, he laughed a few times.
But after dozens of minutes, he had completely become a crazy follower of Wang Xiaodong.
All the saints began to believe that Wang Xiaodong was definitely sent by the Virgin Mary to save Southampton.
Otherwise, how could a 16-year-old player break through the opponent's goal three times at Highbury?
Tomorrow's rising star?
What little Tank Clooney!
What Peter Pan Robben!
The British Emperor Star is nothing more than this!
Following the movement of the camera, Wang Xiaodong rushed to the nearest corner flagpole again.
Just when the fans thought he was going to humiliate the thin pole, Wang Xiaodong stretched out his hand and lifted up the corner flagpole.
At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.
Lu Zhishen uprooted the weeping willow?
Wang Xiaodong angrily pulled the flagpole?
Are you too cruel?
Not satisfied with beating my body.
Are you going to uproot me?
The poor corner flagpole was shaking in the wind.
Wang Xiaodong didn't care about the murderous gazes of the gun fans in the stands. At this moment, he was like a victorious general, dancing the corner flagpole with great vigor.
What Arsenal?
What gunman?
Let you see it!
This is the authentic Wang family gun! ! !
