The bell rang to start the second half, and the Portsmouth players walked out of the tunnel talking and laughing.
"Haha, let me tell you, that kid was lying on the ground like a monkey. Not to mention how interesting it was."
"Yeah, it's nothing. It's just lucky that I scored two goals. What does it count?"
"Waiting for the game to start, I will be behind when the time comes..."
Before he finished speaking, a cold gaze froze everyone in place.
It’s Wang Xiaodong.
Richard happened to be walking in front. Looking at Wang Xiaodong with a fierce expression in front of him, he could only bite the bullet and step forward.
Should I challenge him?
joke!
This guy is a tough guy who can catch a bat with one hand!
age?
Age can only be a burden at this time!
I have an old bone, but I can’t help but beat it!
But Wang Xiaodong did not ignore Richard, but looked at Pedro who was carrying No. 30 in the crowd.
Meeting Wang Xiaodong's gaze, Pedro paused.
What a fierce look that is!
"What are you looking at?" Pedro lowered his head subconsciously and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
This is Fratton Park, this is the home ground of Portsmouth, and there are other teammates around me... What do you dare to do to me? ? ?
"Did you step on Bell's hand?" Wang Xiaodong asked.
"Go away, yellow monkey!" Pedro lost his courage and spat.
"I asked, did you step on Bell's hand?"
Ignoring the sticky phlegm on the ground, Wang Xiaodong asked again.
"Go away, I have no time to talk to you."
Although he had harsh words on his lips, he honestly took a step to the side. He did not want to have a head-on conflict with Wang Xiaodong.
But the next second, he still stopped in place.
"you..."
Wang Xiaodong appeared in front of him again.
"winter!"
"winter!!!"
"Didn't we agree? Let's not cause trouble for them first! Everything will come true on the football field!"
Dyer and several other players quickly stepped forward to grab Wang Xiaodong and dragged him back to the court.
"Huchi, Huchi~~~"
When Wang Xiaodong walked away, Pedro gasped for air.
In the few seconds after the confrontation with Wang Xiaodong, he felt as if he was being targeted by a beast.
"Let's go, Pedro, what are you afraid of? Are you really afraid that he will do it?" The opponent on the side patted Pedro on the back.
"Fake, if he dares to take action, I will let him know why the flowers are so red!"
Teammates passed by one after another. Pedro was about to move his legs, but found that his legs were so tight that he could not bend for the time being.
Even taking a step is difficult.
what's the situation? ? ?
Was I frightened by a young boy? ? ?
Farke! ! !
After taking a few deep breaths and adjusting his breathing, Pedro took the first step towards the court.
That was his first step into the abyss.
...
Not even Redknapp knew what happened in the tunnel at half-time, let alone the fans in the stands.
Many people were a little confused when they saw the bandage on Bell's finger. Why did he rest for 15 minutes? This young monkey...oh no, why did the big boy hurt his hand?
Could it be that I used my hands too much in these 15 minutes?
You are too impatient!
Fans are buzzing.
But soon, the referee blew the whistle to start the second half, attracting everyone's attention.
"Come on, boy, let's see how I destroy you!"
As soon as the game started, Pedro rushed towards Bale with the ball.
Just now, I was shaken by Wang Xiaodong's momentum on the sidelines, and my legs were stiff. Now that I have calmed down, I suddenly feel that it is difficult to deal with it, and I immediately dribbled the ball towards Bell after the kick-off.
Pick the persimmons that are soft!
If I can't defeat Wang Xiaodong, why can't I bully you, a monkey?
Looking at Pedro dribbling the ball aggressively through the midfield, the home commentator also became energetic: "Pedro dribbles the ball!"
"Pedro came to Bale..."
"It's over!!!"
At the commentator's exclamation, the two instantly switched places.
Looking at Pedro Mendez's resume, like his other teammates, he can be regarded as a player who drives high and goes low.
In the 2003-04 season, he only stayed in Porto for one year and won the Portuguese Super Cup, Portuguese Super League and Champions League championship trophies with the team.
But in that year, Pedro played 26 times, failed to score a goal, and even had only two assists.
Such a result is terrible for a midfielder.
Then he moved to the Premier League and played for Tottenham for two years. The Portuguese joined Portsmouth this season.
Judging from the trajectory of his transfer, this player has begun to decline.
Bale is not a defender, and Pedro's easy pass through his defense is nothing at all.
But Bell's performance in the first half was so outstanding that as soon as he entered the camera, commentators and fans thought he was the protagonist.
After swapping positions with Bell, countless fans began to look forward to the duel between the two.
Bell's superb speed can catch up with Pedro in the shortest time and then intercept the ball.
However, after being passed over, Bell only lightly pursued him for two steps, without seeming to have any intention of fighting back.
Soon, Bell, who put his hands behind his back, disappeared from the screen.
"Alas~~Bell's defensive awareness is not good enough!"
"Nonsense, I'm a forward, not a defender, so why should I be actively defending?"
"Yes, if you waste your energy on defense and lose energy on offense, what should you do?"
Although the fans understood, seeing Bell being passed over so easily, the sacred halo they blindly placed on him dimmed a little further.
After all, Bell is just a young average player.
He has his own tasks on the court and cannot really be as omnipotent as the Monkey King.
Although Bell had no defense, someone from the Saints side rushed forward.
It’s Wang Xiaodong!
Seeing Pedro break through with the ball, Wang Xiaodong immediately opened his legs and rushed towards his opponent.
When the distance between the two was less than three meters, Pedro glanced up and passed the ball to another midfielder.
The whole action was smooth and fluid, including the moment when he looked up just right. It would only make fans think that this was a normal tactical attack.
But only the two parties involved knew that the relationship was inextricably linked.
"Trash, you are lucky this time, don't let me catch you next time!"
"Haha, if you dare, come and bite me! You despicable ray!"
Neither of them spoke, but a casual glance when they turned around conveyed their respective meanings to the other.
Wang Xiaodong wanted to close the distance with the opponent and fight hand-to-hand, but Pedro was consciously avoiding Wang Xiaodong.
The second half lasted for seven or eight minutes. Wang Xiaodong was only one step away from Wang Xiaodong on several occasions, but Pedro found his teammate just in time to pass the ball at the last second.
It looks like a game of cat and mouse. The extremely cunning Pedro uses his accumulated experience over the years to "play" with Wang Xiaodong, making him come back empty-handed again and again, just like a cat teasing mice.
But Wang Xiaodong knew very well that although the opponent seemed to be operating at the extreme limit, as long as he made a mistake, the roles of the two sides would be reversed immediately.
Do you like walking a tightrope?
OK!
Can!
I can fail countless times, but you only have to fail once...hehe.
In the 57th minute, Pedro once again got the ball in front of the Southampton penalty area.
As before, he immediately aimed at Wang Xiaodong's position after getting the ball, keeping a good distance.
Wang Xiaodong didn't change much from before. He rushed towards Pedro immediately, looking like an active defensive midfielder.
Pedro fiddled with the ball on the spot, calculating the distance between the two and Wang Xiaodong's pace, waiting for Wang Xiaodong to get closer.
come on!
I know you have good physical strength!
so what?
In my eyes, you are just a bear! What a stupid bear! ! !
Counting Wang Xiaodong's pace, Pedro stretched out his right foot, ready to score the ball.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong, who was running, suddenly raised his right hand and pointed a finger.
David, who was assisting at the side, understood and at the same time ran towards Pompeii's midfielder not far away.
"Fake! How could he..."
Pedro was instantly shocked.
He didn't expect that Wang Xiaodong could observe the movement of other players during the rush and successfully judge his passing target.
Seeing David blocking the passing route, the next receiving teammate has not yet run out of space...
In desperation, facing this Tiger tank that was speeding towards him, Pedro actually chose to turn around and step on the ball in front of him.
boom! ! !
The next second, the Chinese chariot ran over Pedro.
The powerful impact caused Pedro, who was less than 1.8 meters tall, to lean forward, as if he had been hit by a heavy truck that didn't apply the brakes at all. He fell forward to the ground.
At the same time, Wang Xiaodong, who was running forward without any intention of slowing down, stepped on the center of Pedro's crotch with his left foot, stepped on the armpit of Pedro's right arm with his right foot, and stepped over his head.
"Beep!!!"
"Ouch~~~"
Whistles and groans sounded simultaneously.
Wang Xiaodong, who committed the foul, had no expression on his face. Facing the referee, he raised his hands to the side of his head and spread his fingers to show that he did not mean it.
The referee of the collision just now was nearby and saw it really.
Although Wang Xiaodong did not slow down at all, this collision foul was not too bad. Moreover, Wang Xiaodong did not step on the player who fell to the ground, so this ball would at most give him a few verbal warnings.
After a few brief reminders, referee Miller came to Pedro to observe his "injury."
It was obviously just an ordinary collision, but the other party didn't step on you after you fell to the ground. Are you a fool?
The surrounding players had already gathered around, and the home team players were making a lot of noise, threatening the referee to give Wang Xiaodong a yellow card.
But Miller shook his head. He had already made the call. Wang Xiaodong had a good attitude in admitting his mistake. He believed that the foul should be dismissed.
Seeing that he could no longer compete for more "benefits", Pedro finally stood up with the help of his teammates and dusted himself off.
While the referee was measuring his steps, Pedro got up and trotted to Wang Xiaodong who was standing on the wall. He smiled proudly and said, "Boy, you are still young!"
"Next time, you won't be so lucky!"
"Hahahahahahaha~~"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
"Hahaha..."
"Ha ha..."
"Well..."
Halfway through his laughter, he saw Wang Xiaodong still staring at him with an indifferent look, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, the Portuguese raised his head, stared at Wang Xiaodong with vicious eyes, and said hysterically: "Fake, you little bastard!"
"I've long disliked you."
"What are you looking at?"
"Be careful, I'll dig out your eyeballs!"
Wang Xiaodong still said nothing, as if looking at a dead person.
"Hahahaha, do you know?"
"That monkey's bones are so brittle!" Seeing that he couldn't irritate the other party, Pedro suddenly became crazy.
"Like a pencil."
"I didn't put much force on it, and it clicked... and disconnected."
"Hahahahaha..."
"how?"
"Do you want revenge for your fellow monkeys?"
"Come on, come and hit me!"
"come!"
Looking at Pedro who was almost sticking to his face, Wang Xiaodong wiped the saliva from his face and slowly stretched out three fingers.
"Three." Wang Xiaodong said softly.
"Within the next three kicks I touch, you'll be off the pitch."
