"Bell!"
"Small angle push...
"2 to 0!!!"
"He brought down the whole of Portsmouth by himself!"
The Southampton commentator who accompanied the team to the away game did not shy away from praising his new star, not caring at all about the strange looks from his colleagues.
What are you looking at?
Your players can also score goals if they are capable!
Your players are capable of doing it alone!
Not convinced?
If you don't accept it, die! ! !
When the big screen showed the replay picture, people clearly realized what it meant to be fast.
Bell, who reached the extreme speed, was like a maglev train, and the rough turf did not bring him any hindrance or friction.
Even if you are half a position behind, it will be like a chasm that can never be crossed.
The only two central defenders barely appeared in front of Bell due to positional factors, but facing Bell who was sprinting at high speed, there was no room for resistance.
Bale's passing is not as flashy as Cristiano Ronaldo's. He can easily pass his opponent with just a push on the racing route.
In the history of football, players who can reduce the extraordinary to their original nature are all superstars from famous towns!
He started to pick up speed two meters behind the center line, and took advantage of the time when the Portsmouth defender twisted his neck to quickly appear in the vacuum of the home team's half from the center line. Jumping with the soles of his feet to stop the ball, then breaking into the penalty area and shooting from a small angle...
The whole process took less than five seconds, but Bell completed a 50-meter sprint, during which he also broke through two defenders.
And those defensive players who were "let go" by Wang Xiaodong could barely reach the top of the center circle.
What is the difference between a Maybach and a bicycle?
Bell had the obvious answer.
Bell's face was red after scoring. This was his most yearned, favorite and ideal way to score goals.
Sprint, break through, stand alone...
Leaving everyone behind, he then faced the goalkeeper alone and easily pushed the ball into the net.
Bell rushed to the sidelines, slapped his team emblem hard, exposed two sharp tiger teeth, and let out the most violent roar.
Who said Southampton bought a monkey? ? ?
I am obviously a King Kong! ! !
"Hey, Great Sage, you can do it!"
"My pass was not in vain!"
Wang Xiaodong rushed forward and hugged Bell's neck from behind.
"Cough cough cough..."
Bell, who was choked, punched his chest violently and coughed several times before spitting out a peach core from his mouth.
That was the reward Mrs. Anna gave him just now.
"Dong, it's so cool, thank you for passing the ball!"
Bell held Wang Xiaodong's arm and was so excited that he almost cried.
Once upon a time, he also thought about scoring goals in the top league in his favorite way.
But when he was trapped by injuries and bullied by his teammates, he couldn't see the sunshine at all.
Now, under the recommendation of Wang Xiaodong, Bell, who joined the first team, not only wears golden armor, but also shows his best side to the fans.
If scoring one goal is cathartic, then scoring the second one is gratitude.
"Thank you, you have plenty of days to catch my passes!"
Wang Xiaodong covered Bell's mouth to prevent the unchewed peach flesh from spraying into his face.
"Just run away happily and leave the rest to me."
"Um!"
Bell nodded heavily. In his eyes, Wang Xiaodong was his eldest brother, the Bull Demon King.
Tall, powerful, and trustworthy.
Being two goals behind brought the atmosphere at Fratton Park to a freezing point, especially after seeing Bale's stunning solo shot just now.
Facing the defense of the home team, the young Bell acted unscrupulously, as if he was in a no-man's land!
Redknapp's face was a little flushed, and he suddenly felt resentful, hating why he did not continue to be imprisoned as "Judas".
If you let yourself lead the opposing Southampton, with Wang Xiaodong and Bell as two killers, you will dare to fight even if Manchester United comes!
but now...
"What a terrifying speed..."
Redknapp let out a long sigh, swayed again and again, and signaled his players to retreat first and not give Bell another chance to sprint.
"Richard, come here."
Hearing someone calling him, Richard obediently came to the sidelines.
"You don't want to attack anymore. From now on, your task is to defend. Do you understand?"
"Boss, but..."
"It's nothing." Redknapp shook his head, "Can you guard against him?"
"Of course I can guard against it!" Richard blurted out instantly with many years of experience on the court.
"Okay, let me ask you another way. Can you keep up with his speed?"
"This...I can't keep up." Richard lowered his head and recognized the reality clearly.
If you can't even catch the opponent's clothes, how can you defend?
"Don't be discouraged, that's a scientifically modified Rocket Monkey." Redknapp comforted his disciple, "Just watch. In the next games, the big-name players will be eaten alive by his speed." One after another, you are just the one at the beginning."
"Go back, defend well, and don't be too aggressive in your stance. Believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to do it."
Richard shook his head helplessly. The coach's words to comfort him sounded awkward.
In the first half hour of the derby, Bell was undoubtedly the focus of the audience's attention.
The outstanding performance proved that Kevin Keegan was not exaggerating. He really found a forward who was as good as a little tiger.
It's just that this striker is taller and looks funnier.
After leading by two goals, there is also a question before Southampton, that is, should they stop and take a breath? Or continue the onslaught?
The young Saints are clamoring, and they are bound to stage a bloody massacre show at Fratton Park to avenge last season's FA Cup defeat.
After Kevin Keegan understood the situation on the court, he also waved his hand, letting the players let go and continue attacking.
"I lead an extremely young team. For young people, passion and sweat are what they pursue, instead of being like an old man who is timid in everything he does." Interviewed after the game At that time, Ji Gang said this.
In the following time, Southampton withstood the pressure and fought several times with its opponents.
After several confrontations, even Bell looked tired.
After the initial excitement of scoring, both teams slowed down their offensive pace slightly.
Seeing the countdown, everyone began to look forward to the fifteen minutes in the locker room.
Not only that, amidst the clamor of the home team's fans, the smell of gunpowder on the court became increasingly intense.
The Saints hope that the team can also score a 4-1 "return" to their opponents, while the Pompeii boys hope that the home team will score two goals quickly and then achieve a lead.
Especially towards the end of the first half, players from both sides fell to the ground one after another.
Either he was pulled by the opponent, or he "accidentally" shoveled the opponent when releasing the shovel.
In just ten minutes, the referee has shown three yellow cards. Among them, the Saint received one and the Pompeii Boys received two.
Perhaps stimulated by the sudden strong smell of gunpowder, during a set kick in the backcourt, Wang Xiaodong suddenly made a long diagonal pass and kicked the ball far away to Bell.
"Push it to me!"
"Fuck him to death!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong bursting out with such vitality, his teammates all shrugged and gathered their strength to support him.
After Bell got the ball, he took the ball leisurely and looked up at his teammates who stepped in to support him.
When Richard thought he could stretch his legs to steal, he knocked the ball forward hard and once again took the ball and distanced himself from his opponent.
"Farke!"
"Damn it!"
"What a cunning monkey!"
Richard quickly gave up the pursuit and turned around to chase the person.
He knew very well that as long as he was slightly negligent, the other party would wipe him out.
"Here!" Darren Porter's voice sounded at the right time. Bell tipped his toe and immediately pushed the ball to the feet of his teammates.
"not good!"
"Guard him!"
"Don't let him pass!"
The Legion of Pompeii, who had had an "experience", saw the activated Bell and instantly knew what was going to happen next.
But the moment Darren Porter knocked back, Bell completely got rid of Richard again and drove away with the ball.
"I will never let you pass!!!"
At this moment, another blue figure flashed past, approaching Bell from the side.
"It's Matthew!"
"Come on Matthew!!!"
"Never let him pass!!!"
The home team fans shouted at the top of their lungs, they no longer wanted to experience the fear of being dominated by Bell's speed again.
On the court, when Bell picked up speed, the two figures were already close to each other.
Matthew Taylor, a young left midfielder born in Oxford in 1981, is only 25 years old this year.
In his first season, Matthew Taylor won the Young Player of the Year award.
After joining Portsmouth in 2002, he was selected into the League One best team the following season.
With such results, Matthew can be regarded as the leader among the young players of the Pompeii Legion.
In today's game, Matthew's position is still the left midfielder, and he and Bell on the left wing are completely different positions.
But after Bell showed unmatched dominance on the court twice in a row, this young Pompeii boy with a halo of honor took the lead to stand up and represent the team and this monkey that he had never looked at before the game. One is long and short.
Looking at the ball rolling three or four meters away, Matthew Taylor gritted his teeth: As long as he touches it first... No matter how he touches it, even if he doesn't get it, he will be considered a winner!
Thinking of this, Matthew in this sprint final began to think about how to achieve his goal.
Reserve a seat in advance?
Holding the opponent's jersey?
Or is it stumbling under your feet? ?
When running at full speed, any small movement will slow down the player.
Even a tenth of a second of sluggishness is enough for the opponent to get rid of.
Just as Matthew was escaping for a moment, he suddenly noticed a strong wind blowing next to his ears.
Walter? ? ?
what is this? ? ?
He didn't look out of the corner of his eye.
Because this red and white figure has completely surpassed him.
22, BALE.
This number is printed on Bell's back.
At this moment, Matthew Taylor felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He suddenly felt that the glory he had received in the past was not worth mentioning in the eyes of this boy who was eight years younger than him.
He had obviously tried his best, but the other party still seemed to be more than enough.
He's still accelerating, accelerating...
It seems to never end!
The cruel reality made Matthew's face turn red. He knew that he was just another backdrop in Bell's debut.
What is the best young player of the year, what is the best team in English football...
Behind Bell, who was running further and further away, it was just a joke.
At this moment, Matthew Taylor couldn't care about anything else.
He used all his strength to throw himself out.
At this moment, he felt that his whole body had been sublimated, and even his soul had transcended.
"Beep!!!"
The whistle sounded, bringing Matthew back to reality.
Phew~~~
In Matthew's eyes, Bell fell down and fell straight on the turf.
"I still guarded him, right?"
Matthew Taylor was sitting on the ground talking to himself, not caring at all about the yellow card he would get for this.
"I guarded him..."
"I guarded him!!!"
After waking up completely, Matthew's spirit instantly became crazy.
In any case, he prevented Bell's breakthrough and another possible single shot.
Just when he raised his arms to announce the good news to his teammates, he found that none of his teammates rushed forward to say some words of encouragement and appreciation to him.
Countless blue figures rushed towards the referee, who pointed to a round white dot in the penalty area with an expressionless face.
"What???"
Matthew Taylor was startled and quickly looked down.
My butt just sat on a white lime line.
That's the white line that represents the restricted area.
That’s not right!
I was clearly in midfield just now.
How did you get here in the blink of an eye?
After searching all over his brain, Matthew couldn't find matching data in his memory.
In all his experience, he had never run so fast.
Within a few seconds of sprinting side by side with Bell, he had exceeded the limit of his own speed.
But now, Matthew had no time to rejoice about this.
Because he gave his opponent a set of yellow dot feasts.
"Tackle from behind, what a reckless guy."
"He was so excited. Didn't he know that the opponent had already rushed into the penalty area?"
"The consciousness is too poor, the consciousness is too poor!"
The home team fans complained in the stands. They couldn't understand why Matthew had to "wait" for Bell to rush into the penalty area before uprooting the opponent.
Giving the opponent a penalty kick when trailing by two goals is simply stupid!
Both the fans in the stands and the coach on the sidelines looked at Matthew with mentally retarded eyes.
Only the stupidest player would tackle the opponent at this time, but Matthew did just that.
The cruel reality makes the entire Portsmouth team responsible for Matthew's actions.
In the last minute of the first half, Bell pushed lightly with his left foot and beat the goal guarded by Dean for the third time.
Below the bright red 3-0, three columns of the same letters are shocking.
"BALE"
A name making his first appearance on the pitch for Southampton.
Looking at the bloody subtitles, countless fans of the home team could no longer hold on. They all showed expressions of crying and crying, and they broke down and shouted: "Great Sage, we were wrong, you should take away your magical power!!!"
