"Get off!"
"traitor!"
"Who asked you to play?"
Seeing that Walcott was about to play, there was a lot of curses in the stands.
"Aren't you going to Arsenal?"
"Fuck, go ahead, you're not welcome here!"
"Get out!!!"
In an instant, waste paper, lighters and other debris were thrown to the sidelines like raindrops.
No matter how good Walcott's psychological quality is, his face is a little uneasy.
The little tiger turned around with difficulty, but Keegan had already walked to his side.
"Theo, it's never easy in football."
"Only when people have experienced it can they grow."
"And the path you have traveled will become your eternal wealth in this life."
"I hope you can keep today's scene in mind."
"One day, you will impress them."
"Yes, boss, I know." Little Tiger clenched his fists and looked up at the timer, "There are only twenty minutes left, right? Just let me use these 20 minutes to prove myself one last time! "
Just when the little tiger was secretly making up his mind, an angry curse suddenly came from the sidelines.
"Dutimo, shut your mouth!!!"
Wang Xiaodong's roar was like a thunder, startling all the fans in the stands.
"What are you shouting for? It's all over, right?"
"How about you guys come down and play?"
"A bunch of useless things!"
"Dong, but, but..." Wang Xiaodong's curse made the fans confused for a moment.
"But what the hell, they are just a bunch of people who are just looking at the excitement and don't think it's a big deal!"
"Who are they? Do you still want to coach us in football?"
Wang Xiaodong used his right hand to catch a beer bottle thrown at the little tiger, raised his head and drank a few sips, and then threw it back into the stands in front of everyone.
"Ahhhh! I got it, I got it!"
Looking at the beer bottles flipping somersaults and splashing water in the air, the fans did not avoid them but took the initiative to meet them.
"What a shame!" Wang Xiaodong looked contemptuous.
Finally, a hot blonde girl grabbed it and immediately started slurping on the bottle.
"Wow! Dong and I kissed, Dong and I kissed. Look, the mouth of the bottle is full of the smell of winter! Gududu..."
"Theo betrayed the team and Dong still protected him. Dong is the most arrogant man I have ever seen!"
The female fans around looked at the lucky guy who had grabbed the bottle with envy. After she realized what she was doing, she quickly held up the beer bottle and shouted: "Winter-mouthed beer bottles cost 1,000 yuan each. Anyone want to buy it?" "
"Fake, don't think I didn't see it, you also said it!"
"That's right, you've already spoken to me, and it's not worth the price!"
"This bottle is only worth 100, I'll buy it for 100!"
There was chaos in the stands, and even the referee was a little confused.
It stands to reason that players should be encouraged to respond to unfair provocations from fans, but Wang Xiaodong threw such a "dangerous" object as a beer bottle at fans, so it would be unjustifiable not to give him a yellow card.
But then again, not only did this beer bottle cause no harm to the fans, the fans regarded it as a gift from the players, just like the players throwing their jerseys to the fans after the game.
In this way, Wang Xiaodong's behavior should not be punished, but should be praised?
The referee covered his head. He felt that his head hurt a lot today.
When Walcott walked onto the court and looked at Wang Xiaodong who was "covering" him, he was slightly moved. "Dong, you..."
"Stop talking, hurry up and play! There are only 20 minutes left, I will assist you with a goal!"
"good!"
After the game restarted, with Walcott's support on the right front, the Saints played much smoother.
It seems that Southampton was born to build a team with such a lineup and cooperation. You clearly know where Wang Xiaodong will pass the ball, but every time you can only watch the little tiger rush forward, receive, dribble, and pass. ...
After repeated attacks, the visiting team was finally attacked.
Conceding one goal or conceding two goals is indeed a loss, but if you think of it this way, the team might suffer a big defeat in the away game today!
In desperation, Cardiff City head coach Mirto could only watch the team lose ground under the "Dong-West Cooperation" and fall into passive defense.
"Maybe the most important thing is to preserve our strength in this game." Mirto began to find a way out of this defeat. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to face those reporters who liked to make things difficult.
In the 84th minute, the retreating little tiger turned half sideways to catch the ball, and suddenly there was a sense of pressure behind him.
The opponent's defender has already stepped forward!
If it weren't for the referee not far away, the Cardiff City defender who came over in time would have wanted to push the little tiger away with both hands to prevent this guy from showing off his skills in front of him again.
The little tiger calmed down. If he chose to stop the ball here, it would be difficult for him to completely get rid of the opponent's close defense.
Seeing the ball hit the ground, the little tiger had an idea, stretched out his left foot, and pretended to catch the ball.
But at the moment when the feet and the ball met, he stepped aside for a moment and let the ball slip away from the sole of his foot.
This move really made the Cardiff City defender tremble at his feet. He clearly stretched his leg under the little tiger's left foot, but in the end he found that the kick was missed.
Where is the ball?
The little tiger with straight red and white stripes spun around in half a circle when the opponent was stunned for a moment, and exchanged positions with his opponent.
Then he stretched out his left foot and pulled it, then suddenly accelerated and rushed forward.
"Oh my God, I missed someone and turned around?"
"It's so bold!"
At this moment, even the commentator was impressed by Xiaohu's delicate foot skills. For a player to be able to do this at this juncture, skill, courage and delicacy are all indispensable.
Deep love, deep responsibility.
Walcott is such a good player.
But now, fans can only watch as their little tiger puts on the coat of the Gunners.
His time on the court is running out!
The fans also lamented in their hearts.
"As expected of Theo!" Keegan kept nodding on the sidelines. Whoever replaced the ball reluctantly received it, and then tried his best to protect the ball before it was intercepted by the opponent.
But now, the little tiger dribbled the ball past in an extremely smart way, which surprised everyone.
After turning around, the little tiger did not rush towards the baseline this time. Instead, he directly dribbled the ball diagonally into the penalty area.
No one can keep up with Walcott's speed. If other wingers are called "wings", then the little tiger can be called a "flying wing".
Seeing the little tiger dribbling the ball into the penalty area, Stilwell, who was guarding the center, desperately leaned on Kendi Jones. Another Kevin, who was slightly closer to the side, opened his long legs to face the little tiger and rushed over.
He may be Cardiff City's last chance.
Kevin's choice was extremely correct, and he completely integrated himself into the tactical system.
In addition to the goalkeeper guarding the near post, Defoe, the right back who had just been thrown away, was also chasing back at high speed, only three steps away from the slowing down little tiger.
Looking at the back of the little tiger moving forward, Defoe suddenly accelerated again.
Anger arises from the heart, evil arises from the courage!
This guy was a little embarrassed after being played by the little tiger several times. This time he was teased again. Seeing the weak body of the little tiger and the ball not far away, he suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, then stretched out his arms, and unexpectedly He wanted to use the power of his elbow to get the little tiger stuck behind him again.
"No!" Mirto yelled from the sidelines, "You idiot, how could you do that???"
Can't you just give him a test pressure from behind?
The teammates in front of you have to do the blocking and blocking.
If you rush out from behind, aren't you afraid of fouling?
Or do you think the other party is unaware of your intentions?
Seeing that Guilty's left hand was about to lie in front of the little tiger, but at this moment, the little tiger dwarfed, drew an arc above the ball with his right foot, and suddenly pushed laterally to the inside.
chua!!!
A breeze blew.
The two Cardiff defenders who flanked the little tiger almost collided with each other.
Walter? ? ?
Isn't this guy's sideways movement too fast? !
Is this an action that humans can do?
The little tiger's prosthetic body was perfectly smooth. He adjusted his center of gravity while shortening his body, then moved his right foot into position and quickly pulled it to the left.
Just like that, with a simple change of rhythm, the little tiger emerged from the double team of the two people like a loach fish.
Stilwell's eyes almost popped out of his head. He never thought that the little tiger would use such an incredible way to get away from the defense of two teammates with the ball.
After he reacted, he hurriedly abandoned Jones and stepped forward to intercept.
Facing the long legs stretched out by the opponent, the little tiger speeded up again.
Even in a very small space, Walcott's maneuvers are world-class.
People who are fast are never bound by space!
Seeing the little tiger using a double-touch pull to dodge him again, Stilwell finally collapsed.
He stretched out his legs without any scruples and shoveled the ball towards the little tiger.
At this moment, he only has the ball in his eyes!
"ah!!!"
A scream rang out from the visiting team's penalty area, and the little tiger, who was directly overturned by the sweeper's leg, turned over in the air and fell hard to the ground.
"Beep!!!"
At the same time, the referee's whistle also sounded.
"Referee, I didn't mean to..."
"Not you immortal Banban!!!"
As soon as Stilwell stood up and raised his hands to pretend to be innocent, a black silver suddenly rushed into the penalty area and grabbed his collar.
"Farke!"
"winter!"
"What are you going to do???"
The people around him hadn't reacted yet, and those who did react had their eyes filled with horror.
In front of more than 20 people in the audience and the referee, Wang Xiaodong grabbed the opponent in front of his eyes, forehead to forehead, and roared loudly.
"winter!!!"
At the critical moment, Dyer once again remembered his "responsibility."
He rushed forward without hesitation and hugged Wang Xiaodong from behind.
"winter!"
"Winter!"
"I beg you!"
"Let him live!"
"Let us have a way out!!!"
When Dyer stepped forward, several other team members also rushed over and pulled Wang Xiaodong away from the opponent.
Seeing that Wang Xiaodong and himself had distanced themselves, Stilwell suddenly wanted to say something forceful.
But when the words came to my mouth, I found that not only my legs, but also my lips were trembling!
If Dale hadn't grabbed Wang Xiaodong right away, that guy might have given him a shoulder fall.
By then he was given a red card and left the field.
But what about yourself?
How badly will he be beaten?
"What are you looking at?"
"Worm in the pit!"
"Come here if you dare."
"See if I can't kill you!"
"What the hell!"
"If you can't kick me, I'll kick you!"
"I tolerated that kid's hand before, but I didn't expect you to slap me in the face?"
"What you didn't sow!"
"Don't let me see you in Southampton again!"
"Watch you fuck you once!"
At this moment, how can the crazy Wang Xiaodong still be a football player?
A proper street gangster.
Stilwell's teammates also rushed to pull him away.
Wang Xiaodong's curse words were so unpleasant that they were afraid that if Stilwell lost control, he would really rush to fight Wang Xiaodong.
"Stilwell, calm down and ignore what that guy said."
"Yes, he is a madman!"
"Don't listen to what he says!"
"Because he would really do that..."
Wang Xiaodong was really angry.
He had just seen clearly outside the penalty area that Walcott was definitely badly tackled.
Think about it, you can turn 180 degrees in the air. How much force does it take to move your feet?
I usually can't bear to hit him hard, but you're just going to cripple him!
Some team members checked the little tiger's injury, while other teammates caressed Wang Xiaodong's chest and gave him relief.
After the storm had passed, the referee dared to step forward and showed a card of a different color to the two of them.
Stilwell made a malicious tackle in the penalty area, and the red dot package could not escape; Wang Xiaodong could not control his temper and provoked the opponent's players.
It stands to reason that such behavior as dragging the opponent directly in front of him is already very bad. If Stilwell hadn't been in a dazed state at the time and pretended to fall to the ground, Wang Xiaodong would have been punished.
But Stilwell was obviously inexperienced, so he chose to look hard at Wang Xiaodong.
Therefore, the referee just concluded that Wang Xiaodong's actions were excessive, and it was reasonable to give him a yellow card.
And judging by the attitude of the fans at the scene, if he really gave Wang Xiaodong a red card, he would definitely not be able to live with it.
"Ohhhhhh!!!"
For some unknown reason, the commentator of the home team suddenly used a strange tone to attract the attention of the fans in the stadium to himself.
"The heroic Theo."
"I have to say that the little tiger just showed the basic qualities of a high-end player, whether he was passing the ball or passing the ball."
"Look, now he is standing up with the help of his teammates."
"Thank God, it looks like he's OK."
"But what I'm most concerned about is what's going to happen next."
"I think everyone, like me, is guessing who will take the penalty kick, right?"
"Come on, let me hear your voice!!!"
At this point, the narrator spoke too loudly and elongated the tone.
As he held the microphone forward, the entire St. Mary's Stadium chanted one note: "DONG!!!"
The sudden thunder shocked the players on the field. The home team was lucky, but the visiting team, which had just been sent off one man, were all shocked. They thought it was fans who rushed into the stadium to cause trouble.
"Dong, you take the penalty." Walcott said softly, "Score one more and you will have completed your season goal."
"Come on, the fans are waiting for you!"
Other teammates also stepped forward and said that they would not get involved with the ball.
"Are you done talking?"
Wang Xiaodong picked his nose and then held Little Tiger's shoulders.
"Go, go kick it!"
"winter???"
At this moment, the shock in Little Tiger's heart even outweighed Wang Xiaodong's disgust at wiping his hands with his jersey.
"I don't care who they are waiting for?"
"If I want to score a goal, do I need a penalty kick?"
Wang Xiaodong said, lifting up his shorts and showing off his strong thighs.
"Anyway, there's still half a season left, and I can score another goal at any time."
"You can leave after this game and leave a message for the fans!"
"Winter..." Little Tiger was still a little resistant.
"Forget it, mother-in-law, I hate ink stains the most!" Wang Xiaodong slapped the little tiger on the butt, "Quickly kick it, if you can't kick it in, I'll tell Melanie that the pattern on your underwear is either Winnie the Pooh or SpongeBob SquarePants! "
"Fake Squid, Dong, if you dare to say it out, I will fight you to the death!"
The little tiger was so embarrassed that he quickly stood in front of the ball.
"Walter?"
"what happened?"
"Why did he shoot the free throw?"
"Where's Winter?"
"Why isn't Dong punished???"
The commentator also had a question mark on his face.
But the moment he saw Wang Xiaodong slap Walcott on the butt, he immediately understood.
"Oh My God!"
"Dong is such a gentleman!"
"He gave up the penalty kick!"
"Yes, this is winter!!!"
Suddenly the narrator's spirits soared.
"Dong's goals never require help from others!"
"Dong has to rely on himself to score these 12 goals!"
"Winter is good!"
"winter!!!"
Just like that, a strange scene occurred at St. Mary's Stadium.
Everyone has already exited the penalty area, leaving only Walcott, the referee and the Cardiff goalkeeper. But in the stands, the name of another player was shouted in unison.
The little tiger took a deep breath, looked at the extremely nervous Cardiff goalkeeper in front of him, and took a slow approach.
Whoosh!
The ball went into the net like a sharp arrow, beyond the reach of the Cardiff goalkeeper.
No matter how much the fans hated Walcott, they still cheered in unison at the moment he scored.
After scoring the goal, the little tiger immediately ran to the sidelines, put one hand on his back and one on his chest, bent down, and gave the fans the deepest tribute.
No matter what you think of me, whether I am a hero or a traitor.
I, Theo Walcott, give you the last goal!
Seeing this tender scene, the fans burst into tears and shouted the name of the little tiger in unison.
"Theo, everyone has their own ambitions, we don't blame you."
"You have to play well when you get to the new team!"
"Don't worry about us, we have winter, and we can meet Arsenal in the Premier League next year!"
"Don't cry, young man, I'm optimistic about you!"
Listening to the encouragement from the saints from all directions, the little tiger finally untied the knot in his heart at this moment.
He is redeemed.
Looking back, Wang Xiaodong rushed towards him with his hands raised, as if he wanted to give him a hug.
The little tiger shook his head slightly and said softly: "Dong, actually Melanie already knows the pattern of my underwear."
Looking at the arrogant Wang Xiaodong, the little tiger opened his arms for the first time to the teammate he had hated for half a year.
