“DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG~~~”
The uniform shouts of more than two thousand away fans continued to echo over the stadium.
"Haha, all over England, whether it's Old Trafford, Highbury, or even Stamford Bridge... you can only hear this shouting in winter games!"
In the box, Raiola was full of joy.
Wang Xiaodong is so awesome. Although Southampton is in a trough, he never loses control at critical moments.
Nowadays, the way the Saints celebrate after Wang Xiaodong scores a goal has become a beautiful sight in England. Only when Wang Xiaodong scores a goal with such a violent volley from outside the penalty area, the fans will be united and shout with such rhythm. Cheer on the Saints.
"Mr. Norbert, Winter has never been a disappointing person!"
Sitting next to Raiola is a middle-aged man with a slightly hooked nose, combed hair, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
He was covering his mouth at this time and looking very seriously at Wang Xiaodong who was celebrating wildly in the field.
No matter in terms of appearance, temperament or clothing, the man who was regarded as a guest by Raiola is definitely a business tycoon. In fact, this is exactly the case, he is Norbert Reithof, the production director of the BMW Group.
A CEO election is ongoing within the BMW Group, and Reithof is one of the contenders.
At this juncture, Raiola can invite the Germans to England to watch a League Cup game. It must be said that Yuan Noitou's business ability is indeed the best in the industry.
"Mr. Mino, you are right, this is indeed an outstanding player." Reithofer raised his glass, clinked it with Raiola, and the glass made a crisp sound.
"It's just..." Reithof did not continue to drink the wine, but swayed the glass and said thoughtfully: "Just such a performance can't impress me, nor can it convince Bavaria (Mechanical) Manufactory AG). Maybe it would be okay if he played in Germany, but now he is just a player playing in the second division of England..."
"Dong will be a Premier League player next season!" Raiola quickly added, "After all, his career has just started. Didn't even Rooney grow up at Everton for two years?"
On the transfer issue this winter, Wang Xiaodong and Raiola reached an agreement, and neither of them wanted to transfer as soon as possible.
Wang Xiaodong wants to help Southampton advance, but Raiola wants to continue to wait for the price and wait for Wang Xiaodong's value to increase.
Although there is no conflict between the two for the time being, Raiola has long thought that at the end of this season, Wang Xiaodong must be transferred to the Premier League.
If Southampton advances this season, everyone will be happy; but if the Saints fail to advance in the end, it only means that this Saints team is not worthy of Wang Xiaodong's amazingness.
By then, Raiola will try his best to bring Wang Xiaodong to play in the first-level league no matter what. Only by performing on the highest stage in the world can you grow into a world-class superstar.
"Rooney? If he really has Rooney's ability, it would be a good idea to cooperate with him. But now is not two years later, who can prove that he really has that ability?"
"That's why you came today, isn't it?" Raiola wisely did not answer, but followed the other person's words and asked.
Indeed, if BMW approaches Rooney to discuss cooperation at this time, even if it succeeds, it can only be said to be satisfactory, and Rooney and his agent will not get a penny less.
But if he gets a contract with Wang Xiaodong before he becomes completely popular, it will definitely be a great achievement for Reithof.
There will be an election in the second half of the year. Although he has worked for BMW for nearly 20 years, his competitor Johnny has a consortium background, which may be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
This is also an important reason why Reithev can’t wait to find results.
In 2003, BMW had cooperated with a Chinese group and started prefabricating parts in China.
The huge Chinese market has become BMW’s goal in the new century.
Reithof initially fell in love with Shao Jiayi from Munich 1860, but after investigation, he found that Shao Jiayi was unreliable in terms of appearance rate and domestic influence.
The most important thing is that Shao Jiayi is always injured. According to the current situation, he has no ability to help Munich 1860 return to the Bundesliga.
After going through several players, Reithev and Raiola were connected.
Wang Xiaodong needs various packaging to show himself, and BMW also needs an opportunity to open up the Chinese market.
But if capital like BMW wants to be injected into China, it does not necessarily have to find a spokesperson in the sports field. So whether it can succeed in the end depends on Wang Xiaodong's performance on the court.
...
After the restart, the pressure on Southampton's two wings doubled.
Wigan Athletic's two wingers entered violent mode almost at the same time. In their words, they were forced by Wang Xiaodong.
The middle road is completely unreachable, so where can we go if we don’t take the side road?
The two wingers are like two sharp knives, one on the left and one on the right. They almost need no instructions from the coach to pierce the Saints.
This time, Wang Xiaodong took the initiative to retreat and even stood near the penalty area line for a long time.
His presence allowed Wigan Athletic's forwards to constantly switch positions and was never able to create a fixed contact point in the Saints' penalty area.
In the 31st minute, the Wigan winger who was dribbling the ball towards the wing seemed to have received some signal. He staggered out of the encirclement under the double-team of Powell and Dyer. Everyone thought he was going to break into the penalty area along the baseline. At this time, he unexpectedly picked the ball near the penalty spot.
Looking at the ball flying in the air, Wang Xiaodong immediately shouted: "Mine!"
After shouting, he stepped up to his waist, put one foot on the ground, and jumped forward high.
Wang Xiaodong's two calves bounced him up like two strong springs. Wang Xiaodong in the air made fists with his hands, curled up in front of his shoulders, and made a standard header to clear the ball.
But at this moment, Wang Xiaodong's peripheral vision flashed, and a black shadow came back from the side.
Wang Xiaodong, who was in the air, twisted his buttocks and took the initiative to greet the opponent with his hips.
"piss off!"
Bang!
After the muffled sound, the Wigan striker failed to make a sneak attack and was knocked to the ground by Wang Xiaodong in the air.
Due to interference, Wang Xiaodong's clearance ball did not go too far, and Wigan's attacking midfielder immediately felt the ball in front of him.
At this moment, most of the Saints defenders were crowded in the penalty area, and they could only watch helplessly as their opponents stopped the ball on their chests, adjusted, swung their legs, and shot.
Whoosh!
The ball rose from the ground and flew straight to the upper left corner of the goal.
Nimi's figure in front of the door subconsciously flashed to the left, and then stopped in place.
Because in front of him, a city wall made of steel was erected.
boom! ! !
With a crisp sound, Wang Xiaodong's eyes widened and he stood in front of the penalty spot like a goalkeeper in a paper-cut painting.
The ball hit his chest and shot up into the sky, but Wang Xiaodong kept his lips pursed, not taking a step back or saying a word.
"Clo stops the ball..."
"Shoot!!!"
"OH,NO~~~"
As the on-site commentator let out a long sigh, all the 20,000 home fans in the audience hugged their heads in an instant.
They wanted to sing praises for the goal scorer and return the favor like the happy Saints fans.
But when he saw Wang Xiaodong's indestructible figure, he became mute at the same time.
With such a moving steel defense line, how can we kick? ? ?
"Winter, well done!"
"You are the only one who dares to step forward for this ball!"
"Oh my god, Dong, are you made of iron? You don't even blink when you see the ball coming?"
After being rescued by other teammates, the Saints, who had regained their composure, stepped forward one after another and patted Wang Xiaodong on the shoulder.
Powell squeezed Wang Xiaodong's hard muscles with an envious look on his face.
"How did your body grow so long? If I hadn't seen you changing clothes before the game, I would have thought you had an iron plate hidden in your vest!"
"Farke, you actually peeked at me changing clothes?" Wang Xiaodong spat and instantly knocked off Powell's hands.
The teammates burst out laughing, and their nervousness suddenly relaxed.
Crowe also looked frustrated.
The ball has been adjusted well enough, and the instep of his own foot has hit the back of the ball hard. It stands to reason that even if the ball is blocked by the goalkeeper, the opponent will be embarrassed.
But unfortunately, Wang Xiaodong intercepted him midway.
This blow is too big!
"I wish I had the shooting power of the Chinese guy opposite me!"
After moving his ankle, Crowe suddenly thought of a digression: Dong's powerful volley hit Dong's body, so who would win?
The home team's powerful shot did not achieve the minimum expected effect. Not only did it not improve morale, but it also made head coach Mark Hughes faintly smell something wrong.
The tactics formulated before the game had cracked open at this time.
"Let me tell you, Wang Xiaodong is really ruthless. How dare you be so tough with such a powerful shot? It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!" In the press area, Liu Jia looked at the replay of the camera and was amazed.
"That's not to say that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. They are brave because of their skill!" Zhang Wei corrected from the side, "Look at how much force he used when shooting? How much force was the kick he just blocked? Compare the two. , you will know why Wang Xiaodong dares to be tough!"
"Okay, that's true." Liu Jia kept shaking his head.
If he were to meet Crowe's kick just now, he would definitely not be able to escape a broken bone!
...
In the following time, Bellamy and Kuchi, who had been wandering in the penalty area, became irritated: the two home team forwards did not even touch the ball once in nearly ten minutes!
Not once!
The two wingers and the attacking midfielder share the ball completely. The wingers are right to break through with the ball, and they can pass down to create murderous opportunities; the attacking midfielder is also right to control the ball, they are the initiators of the offense.
But Bellamy and Couch were like fools, running repeatedly at the front of the team, but they couldn't wait for a cross or through ball.
Either he's watching his opponent make a header to clear the siege, or he's watching his opponent launch a long shot in front of the penalty area!
And their shots are far from Wang Xiaodong's level. They either fly out of the sky or are blocked and eye-catching.
There wasn't even a chance to cause the goalkeeper to take a shot.
As a result, both forwards couldn't help but complain about their teammates.
Farke!
Damn it!
What are you doing?
Pass the ball!
Pass me the ball!
If you don’t pass the ball, how can you score?
However, they ignored that every time they asked for the ball, there were at least two opponents behind them.
There is no use in passing the ball to a forward who has no position or space!
Now, the two forwards who lack midfield support are nothing in the eyes of the Saints!
Mark Hughes clenched his fists on the sidelines. In the past ten minutes, he only saw two wingers, one left and one right, forcing breakthroughs on both sides, but like a headless fly, he rarely implemented his own tactics.
But apart from the wings, there is no other space to penetrate the ball into the opponent's penalty area. So even if the coach is dissatisfied, he can only endure it silently.
In the 40th minute, the home team's winger broke through on the left side of the penalty area and won a chance to set the ball in the frontcourt.
The location of the foul was less than 25 meters away from the goal, and was already within the shooting range of all attacking midfielders and forwards.
In front of the ball, Bellamy, Couch and the two midfielders were arguing fiercely, discussing who should take the free kick.
This was an ordinary negotiation, but a shocking scene happened.
The four team members started pushing each other.
It seems that the four of them are "fighting on their own."
While he didn't agree with others taking the penalty, he also wanted to take the kick himself.
Gradually, the four people's pushing became more and more intense, and even the referee was considering whether to step forward to coordinate.
Wang Xiaodong stood in the center of the wall, covering his crotch with both hands, and said with disdain: "I don't understand. Isn't it just a free kick? Not a penalty kick? Is there something easy to earn?"
"Haha, yes, they may have thought that the goal must be scored!" Powell on the side also agreed.
"Look how good our team is, this has never happened before!" Wang Xiaodong curled his lips with disdain.
"Yeah, even if there are three people fighting with you, you will beat those three people down!" Fernandez, who was on the far side, rarely complained.
Finally, under the referee's whistle, it was proved that this was not a "tactical exercise" by the home team.
The two forwards saw the coach's gesture on the sidelines and walked into the penalty area with dissatisfied faces.
The remaining two midfielders were ready for a run-up. Instead of looking at the ball, they kept paying attention to each other's movements.
"I'm laughing so hard. Is there internal strife in Wigan?"
"A certain English Championship team, led by Chinese players, has caused internal strife among its opponents. Old Liu, what do you think of this headline?"
Seeing this scene, a lot of material popped into Zhang Wei's mind.
"Beep!"
When the whistle sounded, Fran rushed out immediately.
He ran very resolutely because he is left-handed and runs in the forward direction.
If he makes a fake move, then if his teammates want to hit the goal again, they will have to imitate the arc of Ronaldinho's kick against Seaman in the 2002 World Cup.
"Flan runs..."
"Shoot!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~"
"The ball hit the wall." The commentator looked regretful.
Forlan's shot has a small arc, but its speed is extraordinary. The angle he aimed at was also very tricky, it was the gap between the top of the wall and the head of the five people.
After the ball was kicked, he was quite satisfied with the quality of the free kick. He even began to imagine the opponent's goalkeeper looking embarrassed.
But before the smile on Fran's mouth could fully bloom, it completely froze on his face.
He saw a speeding train!
strangeness?
Why is there a train on the football field?
Different from the "woo-woo" of the train, the front of the car made a crisp "bang" sound this time.
The moment Fran took the shot, Wang Xiaodong, who was standing in the middle, not only jumped high, but unlike other teammates, he also sprinted forward.
Fran's shot from an angle just hit Wang Xiaodong's face.
The ball instantly bounced in the opposite direction, and Wang Xiaodong, who was stunned, also immediately caught up with him.
Farke!
Is he still a human being?
The head and sternum on the chest help you resist. It's okay. What's on your face?
Cheekbones? ? ?
Thinking back to so many players who fell to the ground because of being hit in the face, a player like Wang Xiaodong who can continue to dribble forward is simply a miracle!
Fran, who had just shot, was a little hesitant. He was not sure whether he could stop the starting train if he stepped forward at this moment.
Teammate Tony on the side didn't even make any move, since you were closest to him anyway. If you don't go to make up for the defense, why should I go around that far?
Whoosh!
In less than two breaths, Wang Xiaodong had already chased the ball away.
Fran uttered obscenities, remembered his responsibility, cursed, took steps, and followed.
This ball was missed by me. Even if I missed the ball, I would never let the Chinese score it!
Counting the diagonal line, the distance between the two is only five or six meters.
But even with this distance, Fran couldn't catch up no matter how hard he chased.
It's not that Wang Xiaodong is fast, but that his dribbling is so rough that he often kicks the ball very far and then pursues it with all his strength.
During this process, Fran was unable to complete the overtaking.
Because as long as he has a slight tendency to be on par with Wang Xiaodong, he will be severely blocked by his opponents.
Just like that, Wang Xiaodong accelerated his sprint, and Fran had no choice but to follow closely behind.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong pass through the midfield unharmed, the home team fans' hearts were in their throats.
Why haven't you intercepted the ball?
Why are you still letting him control the ball?
Didn’t you know that this player’s shooting range covers half the court?
Why let him move on?
While running, Wang Xiaodong could sense the position of his opponent without looking back.
He could hear his opponent's rapid breathing.
There were even two times when Fran's thick breath sprayed directly on his neck.
But so what?
You can't squeeze past me, and you're not much faster than me, so how can you steal the ball?
Friedel in front of the goal had already retreated into the small penalty area. He was staring at the ball at Wang Xiaodong's feet and counting his steps.
"Don't back away!"
"Don't retreat!"
"Press up!"
"Press up!!!"
Friedel was going crazy!
It makes sense for me to retreat as a goalkeeper. Why did your center back retreat into the penalty area so early?
You've already retreated to the penalty spot, why are you standing back?
how?
When the opponent shoots, are you going to use your hands or your chest? Or use your head? ? ?
Don't you have to rely on me to intercept it?
Hearing the reminder from their teammates, the three central defenders also reacted and hurriedly rushed forward.
Why do you care about wingers and forwards?
Where are they?
This dribbler is no ordinary player, this player has the ability to bomb from a distance!
By the time the Wigan defender reacted, it was too late. Wang Xiaodong in front of the ball suddenly accelerated, caught up with the ball thirty meters away from the goal, and swung his right leg.
boom! ! ! !
