Just as Liu Jia and Zhang Wei were watching, the game officially started.
The visiting team's fans were not expecting any kind of salute at all, but they were shouting from the bottom of their hearts after seeing Wang Xiaodong entering the stadium.
The game entered a fierce rhythm almost from the beginning. Before the commentator could repeat the starting lineups of both sides, Wang Xiaodong kicked off the semi-finals of the League Cup with a "savage collision".
The person who was knocked to the ground by Wang Xiaodong was Wigan Athletic forward Kuchi. This big white man with dual nationality of Finland and Kosovo was knocked over as soon as he made contact.
The stubbled Nordic striker got up and stared at Wang Xiaodong with angry and terrifying eyes.
Wang Xiaodong stared back at the opponent without hesitation, as if to say: "If you have the guts, come back!"
More than half a month has passed since Wang Xiaodong shaved his head, and a layer of short hair has grown on the top of Wang Xiaodong's head.
Without the comedy of the red comb head, fans saw more ferocity in Wang Xiaodong's eyes.
Just like the prison bully in the American prison break movie!
"Did Wang Xiaodong knock down this strong man? How old is he! Did he do something dirty just now?" As a first-time domestic fan, Liu Jia was confused by the situation on the court.
"It doesn't look like a dirty trick." Zhang Wei on the side shook his head decisively, "If it was a dirty trick, the referee would at least warn Wang Xiaodong, but judging from the referee's appearance, it seems to be an ordinary collision! Don't forget, in England , the level of physical confrontation is very intense!”
While talking, the Wigan Athletic midfielder took a free kick.
Although his sprint speed is not very fast, Wang Xiaodong's biggest advantage is that he can maintain a certain speed until the end. When you start to slowly slow down due to lack of physical strength, Wang Xiaodong is still as energetic as when he started.
Ever since, this scene happened on the field.
This side just took a breath, and the other side was overturned again!
Another forward, Bellamy, wanted to break through in another direction, but before he could take a step, he was knocked down by Wang Xiaodong with his shoulder.
It was even worse than Cucci. Because the forward from Wales was too short, he was knocked over by Wang Xiaodong and rolled around on the ground before he could get up.
This time, Wang Xiaodong did not commit a foul.
“What a beautiful card slot!”
"Dong's defensive skills are already perfect!"
Liu Jia and Zhang Wei saw clearly this time that Wang Xiaodong rushed up from the side. At that time, Bellamy just turned his head to the other side.
So when Wang Xiaodong appeared in Bellamy's sight, the Welsh forward couldn't avoid it.
Wang Xiaodong, who suddenly accelerated, got in from the side, stretched his shoulders, and blocked the opponent's chest directly.
At this moment, it was equivalent to half a person standing in front of Bellamy.
He couldn't brake in time, and coupled with the collision on Wang Xiaodong's shoulder, Bellamy felt pain in his chest and rolled around on the ground before he regained his composure.
However, Wang Xiaodong's body only shook slightly, and he immediately caught up with the ball and handed it to a safer teammate.
"Oh my god, this guy's body is made of iron? Why is it so hard?"
Liu Jia opened her mouth wide.
As a senior football reporter, he can also interpret collisions on the field.
In the situation just now, Wang Xiaodong took the risk and forced himself to stop Bellamy. According to common sense, Wang Xiaodong will be hurt more than Bellamy.
But the result was completely opposite. Wang Xiaodong seemed to be fine, while Bellamy could only sit on the ground and complain to the referee.
"As expected of someone who grew up eating beef and drinking milk. They are much stronger than the children in China!"
Both of them knew Wang Xiaodong's age. Thinking about the 17- and 8-year-old boys in China, if they bumped into Wang Xiaodong, they would definitely break their bones.
Wigan Athletic, playing at home, was discouraged by Wang Xiaodong's two consecutive collisions, and even the accuracy was a few points behind.
The attacking midfielder tried two long-range shots in succession, but none of them hit the goal frame. On the contrary, Wang Xiaodong's powerful shot made the Wigan Athletic goalkeeper extremely embarrassed. He watched it hit the palm of his hand and barely missed the post. Friedel couldn't help but feel flustered by the ball at the bottom line.
"Is it because I didn't prepare well before the game?"
"Or have the gloves become less protective?"
The strain on his right index finger made Friedel's heart sink to the bottom.
The opponent seemed to be able to kick such a shot easily, but I didn't know how many more he could block.
In the following time, the two teams played at a fast pace, both looking for opportunities in quick offense and defense transitions.
After 20 minutes, the home team Wigan Athletic began to passively choose to change their style of play.
They began to put heavy troops in the middle, trying to use their numerical advantage to create a threat to the Saints' half.
However, no matter who has the ball, Wang Xiaodong will rush to that person immediately.
This Chinese young man with a short haircut is like a tireless perpetual motion machine, constantly running on the court.
He is there, but I can't get rid of him!
"Farke, he is like a piece of candy!" Wigan Athletic head coach Mark Hughes stamped his foot angrily.
In this fierce confrontation, Wang Xiaodong's strong physical advantage quickly became apparent.
Wigan Athletic's weak attacking midfielder's physical shortcomings were infinitely magnified in front of Southampton. They wanted to control the ball, but rarely had a moment to stabilize the ball.
Either he catches the ball in a hurry, or he protects the ball in a hurry.
Although the possession of the ball is at his feet, most of the passes are passed back to reorganize the offense.
As a result, Wigan Athletic's offense frequently suffered setbacks, and the scheduling and organization of the attacking midfielder could not play a big role. At best, it could only be a transition point in the midfield.
On the contrary, Southampton's offense was very rough. They either passed the ball directly to the two wings, or handed the ball to Wang Xiaodong and asked him to pass the ball overhead and hit the two wings.
In this case, Wigan Athletic's defense was crumbling.
It seems that there is only a layer of window paper left, waiting for the two sharp knives of Southampton's striker to pierce it!
"Southampton's offense is not good! After so many times, Wang Xiaodong's shot is the most impressive!"
Liu Jia and Zhang Wei have now adapted to the rhythm in the stadium. Whenever a fan shouts "DONG", they can't help but echo.
"I heard that Southampton's main forward has transferred, otherwise he would have scored a goal earlier!" Zhang Wei obviously knows more about the Premier League than Liu Jia. "It is said that the forward is a few days younger than Wang Xiaodong. Just now Transfer to Arsenal, tsk tsk... If Wang Xiaodong also transfers to Arsenal, I guess CCTV will have to spend a lot of money to buy the broadcast rights with ESPN."
Arsenal is no better than Everton and Manchester City. It is said that when Dong Fangzhuo left for Manchester United, CCTV had already made up its mind to broadcast the Premier League.
But in the end, they broke up.
"No wonder!" Liu Jia shook his head in surprise, "I said Southampton seemed to be missing something. It turned out that the leading striker had transferred! Think about it, the giants in the League Cup don't pay much attention to it. Southampton can compete with It’s already very good for a Premier League team to play like this.”
"You can't say that." Zhang Wei pointed at Wang Xiaodong, who was holding the ball behind his back. "Have you seen Wang Xiaodong? Southampton almost played around him in the first half! He is the first ball point when attacking. , is also the most flexible line of defense. It is both a wall and a fort. Players like this are the core of the team. Do you know what this means..."
As soon as the words fell, Southampton launched an attack.
Wang Xiaodong turned his back to take the ball and then rushed towards his own half. The opponent knew that he was slow to turn around and rushed up to defend him.
But Wang Xiaodong has never been one to stick to the ball, so he pushed his teammate Craney at the center back.
boom!
Craney faced the ball and passed it directly to the frontcourt.
This "unexpected" ball caused Wigan Athletic to panic immediately.
Opponents were used to Wang Xiaodong's long passes. Suddenly, a central defender "stole" his job, and no one reacted for a while.
Dale spread his legs and ran happily.
He knows that he is not as good as Walcott in terms of sprinting, but Southampton at the moment requires him to run with all his strength.
Boom!
The ball landed three meters in front of Dyer and continued to bounce forward.
Once, twice...
Dyer gritted his teeth and finally saved the ball before the baseline.
The moment the ball was stepped on the bottom line, it was God's reward for Dyer.
The Wigan Athletic defender has slowed down, and according to his thinking, the ball will probably pop out of bounds.
But now, he could only watch as Dyer turned around and cut inside along the baseline.
"Guard him!"
"Watch the bottom line!"
"Don't let him go any further!"
Friedel, who was holding on to the near post, issued three orders in a row. Facing the enemy that was getting closer and closer to him, the goalkeeper felt the most insecure in his heart.
"Control a little longer, control a little longer, control a little longer..."
What no one knew was that Dyer had no intention of challenging his limits and continuing to break through.
He feinted with all his strength in order to control the ball for a while.
At this time, another Wigan Athletic defender also rushed over, forming a fan-shaped double-team with his teammates, and then slowly approached Dyer.
Seeing that his space for movement was getting less and less, large beads of sweat overflowed from Dyer's forehead.
"I can't hold it anymore, I can't hold it anymore, I have to upload it right away!"
At this moment, there was a sudden shout from a distance beyond Dyer's sight.
"Xiao Hei!!!"
This is it!
Dyer's eyes lit up. He put up his left foot without hesitation and pushed the ball out as quickly as possible.
Nelson felt a chill in his crotch as the ball passed through his wicket.
An inverted triangle cross?
wrong!
This angle is too big!
So where is the ball going?
Is the transmission biased?
Just when everyone was confused, the corners of Dyer's mouth suddenly raised, revealing a proud smile.
"I won't make a mistake in passing the ball! I have practiced this kind of pass so many times!"
Ouch~~~
An eagle calls.
A strong falcon soared into the sky and spread its wings.
Whoosh~~~
Even the road they flew over was filled with a long roar.
Without high-speed cameras, people would not be able to see clearly how the Falcon hunts, just like fans cannot see how Wang Xiaodong moves.
His shots never leave any room behind!
Bang! ! !
There was an explosion in the sky above the JJB Stadium.
Twenty-five thousand fans lost their breath at this moment.
The black and white football soared into the air twenty-five meters away from the goal, like a missile ejected from the barrel. Without any acceleration, it directly entered the sprint at the highest speed!
Friedel only had time to lower his waist slightly before the ball rushed past him and lifted the net behind him.
"Dyer passed the ball..."
"DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG...GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
"GOAL, GOAL, WonderfulGOAL!!!"
“IT’S DONG!!!”
"Unbelievable!"
"WHATANICESHOT!!!"
The moment the ball hit the net, the entire stadium erupted.
In addition to the fans from both home and away teams, there are also some neutral fans who buy tickets to watch the goals.
This time, they finally made money!
Wang Xiaodong's shooting is so direct, so violent, so unreasonable...but so attractive!
The ball soared into the sky and seemed unwilling to be restrained. After hitting the net, it rushed upward for another second.
It was this second that was forever fixed in the hearts of the fans behind the goal.
Such a shot reminded fans of a name - Batistuta, the God of War!
"Oh my god, are Wang Xiaodong's feet covered? Did he really shoot this? Is he stronger than Barty?" In the press area, Liu Jia's mouth opened wide and she couldn't close it for a long time.
On the side, Zhang Wei had already stood up with the fans and shouted Wang Xiaodong's name.
Wang Xiaodong's goal is so contagious. It is like a missile. At the moment of scoring, it blasts open the inner gate of the goal and releases all the positive and negative emotions.
"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder..." Liu Jia said three wonders in a row, "No wonder the Football Association looked embarrassed when it mentioned Wang Xiaodong. In total, they already knew that Wang Xiaodong had this ability, but they just hid it and refused to report it!"
"What a bunch of worms, they can't do anything but make money!"
"Let these losers control the Football Association. Chinese football will be destroyed by them sooner or later!"
"No, I have to take a few more shots!"
"When we go back, let the fans see how Wang Xiaodong tortured these British guys!"
After scoring the goal, Wang Xiaodong rushed to the bottom of the visiting team's stands, opened his arms, and greeted his subjects like an emperor.
The fans also stood up, raised their hands, jumped and shouted Wang Xiaodong's name.
"DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG!"
"TWELVE, TWELVE, TWELVE, TWELVE!!!"
"Viagra, what do they mean?" Listening to the numbers shouted by the fans, Liu Jia fully displayed the spirit of asking questions if you don't understand.
"Did you know, Wang Xiaodong has scored 12 goals in all competitions this season!" Zhang Wei calmed down and adjusted his camera. "It is said that before the season, Wang Xiaodong made a bet with all Southampton fans on whether he could score 12 goals in a season. Now, it is time for him to fulfill his promise."
"Oh my God, 12 balls? Tsk, tsk, tsk... I'll just say it!"
At the same time, several fireworks were shot over St. Mary's Stadium.
Those fans who came to their home stadium to watch the game on the big screen embraced enthusiastically and sang praises for Wang Xiaodong together with the fans at the scene.
Outside St. Mary's Stadium, the owner of a sporting goods store wiped off the number "11" in front of everyone, and then dipped a mop in it and wrote the number "12" in a particularly solemn way.
When the final stroke was settled, he and the fans around him raised their right fist high and shouted the same note loudly: "DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG!!!"
In the Saint's Tavern, Old Kyle smashed the wine glass in his hand with a "snap".
"Fake Squid, MAN!!!"
“All beer is free today, I invite everyone to have a good drink!”
"Oooo!"
The drinkers in the pub held their glasses high, cheering not only for the free beer, but also for the extra names on their wall of fame.
Old Kyle took out the special dye, dipped it in with a brush, and was about to apply it to the wall.
At this moment, Ketman stopped him.
"Kyle, didn't Dong say that he would come to sign autographs in the future?"
"Ah, yes, look at my head, I have forgotten such an important thing!" Kyle jumped off the ladder, looked at the wall of merits in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm tired of seeing the English letters on it, really. I hope that China’s ancient and mysterious square characters can bring the saints back to glory!”
