Impulse is a manifestation of human beings losing volitional supervision of their actions and a precursor to human beings losing control of their emotions.
When a person is impulsive, he will always lose his reason, which affects his judgment of things.
Wang Xiaodong is an impulsive person.
Therefore, Keegan assigned him a "full-time follower". Whenever Wang Xiaodong loses control, Dyer will immediately activate the emergency procedure, turn himself into a "pendant" and hug him tightly.
From the current point of view, Keegan's approach has been implemented smoothly.
Although Dyer is two years older than Wang Xiaodong, his performance in the team is always like a newcomer who has just joined the team.
In this regard, he was very different from Wang Xiaodong.
This "performance" is not reflected on the court, but in all aspects of life.
Wang Xiaodong's familiar temperament allowed him to quickly integrate into the team, while Dyer still blushes when talking to some older players.
Perhaps because of his skin color, even though he has an international brother, Dyer still seems reserved and young on the team.
Because of this, Dyer was classified into the "0 threat rate" column by everyone on the team.
Coupled with the fact that they were all newbies, Dyer quickly got into a group with young people like Wang Xiaodong.
So far, even Walcott has experienced Wang Xiaodong's "brother's fist", but Dyer has never been beaten.
Dyer is like a harmless capybara who gets along with everyone.
Keegan discovered this advantage in him and made him Wang Xiaodong's "emotional noise reducer".
It is enough to show that in a strong team, no one is useless.
During the halftime break, Wang Xiaodong successfully restrained his impulse with the "help" of Dyer and a group of teammates.
Although Keegan said that he would protest to the FA after the game, after Wang Xiaodong regained his composure, he had his own plan.
Why ask the FA to seek justice?
What else does that kind of bullshit institution do besides make shit?
By the time they were able to score fifty points each without any pain, the gang of bullies who had bullied Bell had had fun secretly so many times!
I brought the Great Sage to the Championship. My little brother was bullied. What do you think?
After kicking Pedro off the field with two special aiming spells, the direction of the entire game was no longer under the control of both coaches.
From the moment Pedro left the field to Wang Xiaodong's goal, both sides played very vigorously, with constant sparks on the court.
The game was extremely intense, and the referee's whistle kept sounding, cutting the game into pieces.
The players of both teams had brain congestion. Due to Miller's "peacemaker" character, the aggressive moves of both teams became larger and larger, and the fouls began to escalate.
Shovels, elbow strikes, and shoves were common, and spitting at each other was commonplace.
Although Portsmouth has the home field advantage, the Saints have Wang Xiaodong on the "frontline" to attract firepower, and the others are not afraid of the Pompeii Legion's power-based play.
Both sides went back and forth, and although neither suffered a loss, his crazy and extreme heart was no longer under his control.
At this time, Wang Xiaodong used a goal and a super provocative "celebration" to instantly ignite the powder keg in the hearts of all Pompeii boys.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's nonchalant look at the players' tunnel, Richard lost his mind first.
"Bichi!"
"Maggots!"
"Despicable ray!"
"Dirty bastard!"
"You are looking for death!!!"
After Richard threw the water bottle, he waved his fist and rushed forward with a ferocious look on his face.
At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into a fighter for justice, trying to clean up the scum in Fratton Park.
IAMSUPERMAN! ! !
IAMHERO! ! !
IAM...
Just when Richard was completely immersed in self-awareness, the next second, the world he created turned dark.
He had completely fainted.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!!"
Seeing the direct punch thrown by Wang Xiaodong on the sidelines, an unprecedented sensation suddenly broke out in the stands.
Three hundred police officers holding riot shields nervously stared at the fans behind the iron fence.
Those angry Pompeii boys stood up like zombies, clinging to the fence and shaking the barbed wire.
The fence was shaken and creaked loudly, and the entire Fratton Sports Park instantly turned into a Roman arena.
It is true that Richard threw the water bottle first, and it is also true that Richard raised the fist first.
But it was Richard who fell to the ground first.
Seeing his teammate fall to the ground, Gary O'Neal, who was closest to the sidelines, also rushed over with a ferocious face.
He thought of Wang Xiaodong's previous misdeeds and was afraid that he would do something to Richard who fell to the ground again.
Concern leads to chaos. He cursed angrily and ran towards Wang Xiaodong, which was immediately interpreted by everyone as wanting to avenge his teammates.
"Oh, the cake buyer, O'Neal also rushed up."
"Oh~~~"
As the commentator groaned, O'Neal seemed to hear the sound of his nose breaking.
Why are his fists so fast?
Why are his fists so hard?
Does he really play football?
Farke!
This kid should go boxing!
This was the last thought in O'Neal's mind before he fainted.
When the second blue figure lay flat in front of Wang Xiaodong, the players on both sides finally lost control.
The surrounding Portsmouth players stared at Wang Xiaodong with their eyes widened and waved their fists.
Even the substitute players on the coaching bench picked up the guys next to them and rushed to the front line.
The cameraman pulled the camera back repeatedly, and the stadium staff and referees also rushed forward to stop the frantic Portsmouth players.
On the court, other Saints players also gathered here.
One by one, they blocked their angry opponents, hoping to calm them down with words.
Wang Xiaodong stood there, and the staff and referees formed a semi-arc to temporarily "protect" him.
"Dong, go back to the locker room quickly, go back quickly!"
The fourth official pushed the chest of the Portsmouth player in front of him and took the time to look back and yell.
But it was this turn back that allowed the Portsmouth players in front of him to seize the opportunity, break free and rush forward.
"Well done!"
Facing the opponent's flying kick with bright spikes, Wang Xiaodong turned to one side and barely avoided the vital point.
Wang Xiaodong is not a professional martial arts fighter, but he has rich fighting experience.
Although there was a hot tearing feeling in his waist, Wang Xiaodong knew that the most it would be was the skin being scratched by the opponent's shoe nails.
Taking advantage of the opponent's unstable landing, Wang Xiaodong thrust his right fist hard in the air and hit Sean Davis in the waist with a right hook.
"COMEON, MOTHERFUCKER!!!"
Davis felt his throat tighten, and his hands subconsciously grabbed his throat.
He suddenly found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not breathe fresh air.
Both the lungs and the nose seemed to have lost all function.
what did you do to me?
Davis staggered to the ground and looked at Wang Xiaodong with a look of horror. Until his eyes closed, he didn't understand how Wang Xiaodong "emptied out" the air around him.
Seeing that another teammate was knocked down, the angry Matthew Taylor could no longer care about anything else and punched Bell who was blocking him in front of him.
"Fake Squid!"
"bed bugs!"
"Damn monkey!"
"If it weren't for you, how could it be like this?"
As one of Bell's bullies, how could he not know that Wang Xiaodong wanted to avenge his teammates?
Three teammates had already fallen under Wang Xiaodong, and Matthew Taylor, who had lost his mind, directed all his grievances on Bell.
"Fake Squid!"
"Skinny monkey!"
"Go to hell you!"
"Die to me!!!"
Matthew Taylor kicked Bell on the ground several times like a man possessed. Poor Bell held his head in his hands, curled up into a ball, and moaned loudly.
Bell's screams attracted the attention of others.
When the Saints turned around and found that their new star was knocked down and kicked in the circle, they all reacted and waved their fists at the Portsmouth players in front of them.
Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
There were several muffled sounds, and players fell down on both sides.
What was originally a conflict between two players instantly escalated into a fight between the two teams.
Keegan and Redknapp were shouting at the side, but even Jack rushed forward and secretly kicked the opponent's assistant coach a few times.
Of course, this is Portsmouth’s home ground after all.
Seeing that his assistant coach was kicked, Jack was immediately surrounded by three big men.
The group fight that broke out in an instant was extremely savage. The members of both sides burned their most primitive blood and brought violence to each other.
There was no one to stop the fight. Players from both teams jumped up and punched each other hard.
Nathandale was short and his opponent grabbed his throat and kicked him several times.
Darren Porter was slight and also badly injured.
Veterans like Fernandez and Belmadi are looking for "sneak attack" opportunities on the outside and use their years of court experience to "protect" themselves.
The young and energetic Wang Xiaodong in the crowd once again "won" two opponents, but both Wignall and O'Brien received a violent kick from Wang Xiaodong, and then they held their lower abdomens and retched continuously.
The group fight led to a melee. At this moment, not only the players and staff of both sides were fighting together, but even the fans in the stands were ready to make a move.
In order to prevent the fans from rioting, the riot police focused all their attention on them. Only a few came to start a fight, which was a drop in the bucket.
The cameraman who was leaning against the wall was dazzled by what he saw. The kicking shot here was intense, and the lip-biting shoulder shot there was equally intense.
Oh my God!
Why do I only have one camera? ? ?
Why? ? ?
At this moment, there are crowds of people fighting in the tunnel, on the bench, on the sidelines, in the goal...everywhere.
The sound of curses, screams, fists and kicks reached my ears; left hooks, right hooks, uppercuts, punches to the flesh.
Initially, Miller planned to separate the players on both sides.
But he soon found that things became uncontrollable, and in the end, he and the two linesmen stood stupidly watching the fun.
"Miller, you are so lucky. This situation no longer requires you to make any penalties."
"Who says it's not?" Miller shrugged, "Even if I get Alzheimer's disease in the future, I will never forget this day."
