"Hey, Great Sage, how does it feel to score a goal?"
Wang Xiaodong ran over and put an arm on Bell's shoulders.
At this time, Bell's cheeks were still bulging, and he chewed several times before swallowing all the banana in his mouth.
"A bit stuffy."
After a long while, Bell finally made a speech about his first goal.
The visiting team took a one-point lead shortly after the start. Even if Portsmouth wasn't in a hurry, the fans were.
They stood up, waving the cloth in their hands.
While cheering for the home team players, they are also testing the pressure on the visiting team.
But some people seem to be born for the big show.
Facing the fans who became irritable and restless, Bell calmed down and began to take advantage of the restart to summarize his previous failed attacks.
Wang Xiaodong is not afraid of shouting. This kind of stadium atmosphere makes him even more passionate.
After the game restarted, Redknapp did not pursue an equalizer too much.
He was thinking carefully about how to limit Bell's performance.
If some fine-tuning is made according to the previous tactical deployment, can the connection between Wang Xiaodong and Bell be completely cut off?
However, at this time, the angry fans made him uneasy.
Such is the case in derbies, fans rarely save their sanity.
After being labeled "Judas" by Portsmouth fans last year, Redknapp already understood the kind of guys behind him.
They are not a Premier League giant with a deep foundation. Facing the lead of their rivals in Derby, the fans have no patience at all. He must equalize the score in the shortest possible time.
Otherwise, the next changes on the court will no longer be under his control.
Just because of Redknapp's hesitation, his team fell into an unexpected hard battle: the forward could not be found, the midfielder and the frontcourt were disconnected, and the cooperation between the wing and the center also appeared many times. Mistakes.
But that's not the most important thing.
The young Saints used their vigor and vitality to press the home team crazily. Facing opponents whose average age was more than 5 years older than themselves, young players such as Wang Xiaodong, Bell, Dyer and Darren Porter both had speed and fighting strength. It all gave the home team a headache.
Coupled with the fiery atmosphere of the derby, Southampton's midfielder, led by Wang Xiaodong, bit into his opponent like a mad dog.
As long as the opponent dribbles the ball through the midfield, the swarming Saints will cause the player holding the ball to "lose contact" instantly.
Moreover, Bell's left wing put too much pressure on the home team. This young player with no information made breakthroughs again and again, becoming a nightmare for the Pompeii boys.
Until then, many fans of the home team started crossing themselves on their chests to thank Walcott for leaving.
If the little tiger is still on the court, Southampton, who is "flying on both wings", will become their permanent nightmare.
Even now, the Pompeii boys are beginning to feel the pressure from Premier League giants such as Manchester United and Arsenal in the Saints.
Is this still a Championship team?
This is clearly a top four team in the Premier League!
In the "offensive and defensive drills" again and again, Bell, who was still a little green at the beginning, played more and more smoothly, and his handling of the ball on the spot became more and more coherent and clear.
Some people are destined to be geniuses on the court from birth, and Bell is obviously one of them.
In the 28th minute, the home team got a midfield set-piece opportunity.
It is about 50 meters away from the goal. It is an ordinary set kick for any team.
Wang Xiaodong stood nonchalantly outside the penalty area, forming a two-person wall with Darren Porter.
In addition, even forward Dexter Blackstock also retreated to the penalty area.
The home team's penalty kick player did not make any fake cover, and directly took the free kick from more than 40 meters away, hoping to create a crisis in front of the goal by competing with his teammates in the penalty area.
The ball flew to the top of the Southampton penalty area. Under the strict defense of the Saints, none of the experienced Portsmouth players was able to grab the landing spot.
The 1.88 meter guard Danny immediately jumped up high and bumped his bald head, announcing that the alarm was lifted.
The ball flew out of the penalty area, and Powell quickly rushed to the ball. While blocking the opponent's attacking midfielder, he rubbed his waist and hips and pushed the ball to the other side.
The unguarded Wang Xiaodong easily caught the ball, turned around and faced the frontcourt.
Darren Porter, who had just been standing in the same row with him, immediately ran away upon seeing this, waving his hands constantly as he ran: "Dong, here, here!!!"
Wang Xiaodong seemed not to see his teammates keep asking for the ball.
He stood there, stretched out his right leg, and rubbed the ball back and forth with the sole of his foot, like kneading a big dough.
"What is Dong doing?"
"Pass the ball, pass the ball!"
Not only Darren Porter, but other teammates and fans were also a little confused.
With such a good opportunity to fight back, Dong actually started to think about life?
Players from the home team kept rushing past, heading towards their own half.
Darren Potter, who was halfway through the run, also stopped. He kept moving sideways, stretched his arms straight in front of his crotch, and pointed at his feet with open fingers: "Dong, here, here!!"
"If you don't pass the ball, all their men will run back to their defense line!"
At this time, Wang Xiaodong was like the desperate Tom Cat in the Western Cowboys, turning a blind eye to the bull that was heading towards him. If he was given another cigarette, it would be even more like that.
"Dong, what are you waiting for???" Powell on the side couldn't help but yelled.
"Don't worry." Wang Xiaodong lightly pushed the ball forward slightly, "Let them run for a few seconds first!"
Bang! ! !
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xiaodong swiped his right foot and the ball shot into the sky.
Those Portsmouth players who had just had time to reach the halfway line looked up just in time to see a meteor streak overhead.
"What are you doing this winter?"
"Playing in the backcourt?"
“Isn’t this too far???”
When the fans looked along the path of the ball, they finally discovered Wang Xiaodong's passing target.
"Oh My God!"
"When did he get there?"
"Did Dong see it from the beginning?"
"Thump, thump thump~~~thump thump!"
Before the fans could react, an exciting BGM suddenly sounded in their ears.
As the rhythm of the drums gets faster and faster, the sounds of other musical instruments such as erhu, guitar, piano, violin, etc. also play one after another.
The intense and passionate music includes both classical music from the East and modern trendy electronic music.
In the camera, Bell, who is sprinting in the left front field, leaps high and spreads his legs, as if he is flying through the clouds.
The ball that fell to the ground hit the sole of Bell's right foot just as it was about to bounce.
At this moment, the restless ball lost all its temper and clung to Bell's feet like an obedient cat.
At this time, people suddenly discovered that there was no defender three meters around the Welsh winger.
"I just captured a few monsters..."
"Hey!"
"A few more demons have been subdued..."
"Roar!"
"Why are there so many monsters?!"
"Hehe, my grandson is here too!"
The golden armor reflects the sun, drives away evil spirits and dispels filth. The soaring dragon flies through the clouds, its head and tail disappearing.
In a blink of an eye, none of the remaining defenders blocking Portsmouth could defeat the opponent.
"Bell takes the ball..."
"breakthrough..."
"Fight in..."
"Single sword!!!"
Southampton's commentator was so excited that he grabbed the microphone and introduced the situation on the field to the fans in the shortest phrases.
"If I kill you, I will lose both my soul and soul."
"The gods tremble, and the ghosts tremble."
"Beat the worms, tigers and leopards..."
As the commentator hissed, Bell, whose speed reached its peak, pushed lightly with his left foot without slowing down at all.
“Nowhere to hide!!!”
Uh-huh! ! !
Goalkeeper Dean fell to the ground in a hurry, and behind him, the black and white ball plunged into the net.
"Thump, thump thump~~~thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump..."
