Pedro was carried off.
Like a pile of pork slaughtered during the New Year, it was carried off the court by two stretcher bearers.
The fans looked at the motionless Portuguese on the stretcher and whispered in the ears of their companions.
"What happened to Pedro?"
"Is he dead?"
"No way?"
"Isn't there air in the middle of a football?"
"It's not like he was hit in the head by a cannonball."
"How about there being so many headers on the football field and not even seeing any players?"
"And there were two people who bumped their heads together. Didn't something happen and they didn't continue kicking after that?"
Fans were confused.
Even if he was touched by Wang Xiaodong after he fainted and fell to the ground, he wouldn't be as unconscious as he is now, right?
"Referee, this is murder!"
"Yes, he should be given a red card!"
"Sentence him to suspension!!!"
The extremely excited Portsmouth players gathered around the referee, clamoring to give Wang Xiaodong the severest penalty.
Wang Xiaodong's unscrupulous kicks scared all the Pompeii boys.
Oh My God!
What a scary guy!
How could he do this!
How could he do this? ? ?
What the fans don't understand is: Since Pedro has been suffocated to the ground, why do you need to add another kick? There is no need to "kill them all"!
What the players don't understand is: How does he do it?
The distance between the two people is not close or far.
Especially when Wang Xiaodong kicked out with the first kick, Pedro was still five meters away from him; although the second kick was a little closer, it was still about three meters away.
Two consecutive volleys, did he really do it on purpose?
At this moment, not only the players looked at Wang Xiaodong with doubts, but even the referee Miller had to step forward and confirm it himself.
"Dong, you..."
"Hey, hey, referee, what do you mean?"
"You don't think Dong did it on purpose, do you?"
Before Wang Xiaodong opened his mouth, his teammates in front of him were unhappy.
Going on the football field is like going to the battlefield. Life and death are determined by destiny, and wealth is determined by heaven.
If Wang Xiaodong knocked Pedro to the ground with his fists, then the Saints had nothing to say and were left to their own devices.
But now that unlucky guy was kicked off the field because of the ball, and that can only be blamed on his unlucky fate.
Miller naturally knew the reason, but he couldn't help but raise his head and look at Wang Xiaodong.
He vaguely remembered that this Chinese young man had a similar precedent before this.
It was just that when Wang Xiaodong took a free kick, his colleague, the referee at the time, was forced off the court.
According to an in-depth investigation by the Football Association later, the guy did receive a sum of black money from the home team, so Wang Xiaodong's "accidental" big kick was ignored.
But it was different then and now!
At that time, Wang Xiaodong was preparing to take a free kick. If he deliberately aimed at the back of his colleague's head, then at least he had some time to aim and prepare.
But what does this mean now?
Everyone saw it. Wang Xiaodong first struggled to get on top, and then when he landed, he almost turned ninety degrees and pulled the ball out.
This isn't Bigfoot's rescue, what is this?
But if this was a big kick to clear the siege, what about the kick he followed up with?
Miller was confused. He couldn't wait to look into Wang Xiaodong's eyes, hoping to find the answer from the Chinese pupils.
After a while, Miller turned his head first and got the answer.
I did it on purpose, what can you do to me?
Miller saw clearly and had a new understanding of Wang Xiaodong.
Until Miller retired many years later and recalled all the games he had officiated for thirty years, this scene was still vivid in his mind.
That was a player that even a referee couldn't make a decision on.
You clearly know that he did it on purpose, but you are completely unable to make any punishment.
If he wanted to, he could even use the same method to clear out the remaining ten opponents one by one.
Finally, Miller blew his whistle and awarded the visiting team a free kick.
Powell kicked the ball casually and handed the ball back to his opponent.
But such a friendly scene did not receive any applause from the home team fans.
After the surprise and fear, anger had taken over the Pompeii boy's heart.
They stood up and used the most vulgar and despicable curse words to describe the visiting team, and cursed their opponents with the most vicious and sinister words.
The whole Fratton Park was filled with curses, and a lot of debris was even thrown into the stadium.
The more than 300 police officers maintaining order had their sirens blaring in their hearts. They tensed up and looked at the restless fans in the stands, fearing that they might do something radical.
The restarted game truly illustrates what a derby is.
At this moment, the Portsmouth players forgot about the lagging score and attacked the Saints frantically.
Southampton also showed no sign of weakness. Everyone, including Keegan, knew the cause and effect.
Come if you want!
If you want to fight, fight!
Who is afraid of whom? ? ?
Facing the crazy enemies, the Saints injected their iron-blooded playing style, tough fighting spirit and brave spirit into their bodies to resist the home team's attacks one after another.
In the 59th minute, Wang Xiaodong committed a foul in front of the penalty area and the home team received a direct free kick in the frontcourt.
Matthew Taylor made a move with his right foot, and the ball drew an elegant arc in the air, bypassed the wall and went straight into the Southampton gate.
Howls erupted in the stands, and the Pompeii boys were extremely excited.
After taking the ball back from Niemi, he didn't do too many celebrations. Instead, he ran back to the center circle as fast as he could, pressed the ball on the service point, and waited for the Saints to regain their position.
Want to use this goal as a clarion call for counterattack?
no way!
Wang Xiaodong's actual actions quickly dashed the home team's hopes of counterattack.
That was also a free kick in the frontcourt.
The penalty spot is seven or eight meters away from the goal, and the angle is not very straight.
However, Wang Xiaodong once again launched an unreasonable and powerful attack.
The ball grazed the waist of the wall and hit the back of another defensive player. It still continued unabated and entered the home team's gate.
The three special aiming spells that I had saved up after training for a long time were declared exhausted in this game.
After scoring the goal, Wang Xiaodong opened his arms and ran towards the sidelines.
Just when Keegan, Jack and others thought that Wang Xiaodong wanted to celebrate with these players, Wang Xiaodong rushed into the player tunnel.
Walter? ? ?
Did you go astray?
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's figure disappear at the entrance of the passage, everyone was stunned.
The cameraman at the entrance of the passage quickly pushed the camera and pointed the lens at the depth of the passage.
Soon, Wang Xiaodong's figure appeared from the corner of the corridor again. This time, he had a tan trash can in his hand.
"what is that?"
A Portsmouth player asked.
"That's the trash can in front of our locker room!"
Someone recalled.
Everyone opened their eyes wide when they saw the trash can blocked by Wang Xiaodong's back.
What is he going to do? ? ?
Oh, NO! ! !
How dare he? ? ?
In front of all the people peeping at the entrance, Wang Xiaodong turned his back, spread his legs, and put his body into a "human" shape.
"Shh~~~"
At this moment, people seemed to hear the crisp sound of whistling in their ears.
The camera lens transmitted Wang Xiaodong's actions in real time to the big screen and to thousands of households watching the FA Cup match.
The little witch in front of the TV blushed, covered her mouth, and widened her eyes, but she stared unblinkingly at Wang Xiaodong's strong back from between her fingers.
"Seven, eight, nine, ten... Wow!"
Until Wang Xiaodong trembled on the screen, Vivian, who was counting down the seconds, also exclaimed.
"Oh my God, Dong's kidneys...are so good!!!"
After shaking, Wang Xiaodong lifted up the waistband of his pants again.
He turned around, tied his belt as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the entrance of the passage.
"Do you have any paper? Thank you."
The caddies, staff, and cleaners in the tunnel were all frozen into sculptures, and they were amazed by Wang Xiaodong's unique way of celebrating.
Wang Xiaodong casually took out a piece of toilet paper wrapped with food from a caddy, wiped his hands, and threw it aside.
Isn't it reasonable to throw garbage in the garbage dump?
"winter..."
Looking at the wanton Wang Xiaodong on the big screen, Bell's eyes suddenly turned red, and his fingertips that were stepped on were in pain.
Because he accidentally dropped the fruit peel on the ground, he was stepped on and injured his finger. Now, all the outrageous things Wang Xiaodong does are just to vent his anger!
After passing everyone's surprised gazes, Wang Xiaodong walked out of the players' tunnel again like an emperor.
"Mr. Referee, I'm sorry, I was a little anxious when I was on the court..."
"Look, I can't solve it on the field, right?"
"There are so many beautiful ladies watching from the sidelines!"
The fourth official closed his chin with his hand and complained loudly in his mind: "You didn't embarrass the spectators on the sidelines, but what you just did has already spread throughout England with the signal broadcast, okay??? "
Referee Miller covered his face again.
Colleagues kept arguing in their headsets.
It's just an ordinary FA Cup round of 32 knockout match. Why are there so many controversial penalties?
Why is that Chinese boy so capable of causing trouble?
This is posing a problem for me!
I have already "protected" him once. If he does this again, how should I judge...
Just when Miller had a headache, a loud curse helped him solve all the problems.
“Fake Squid!!!”
Wang Xiaodong, who had just returned to the sidelines, tilted his head and found an unopened mineral water bottle in his right hand in front of his neck.
Looking at Richard who was rushing toward him with a ferocious face and losing his mind, Wang Xiaodong smiled slightly: "You were the first to do this."
