"The game is over..."
"3 to 1..."
"The game is over..."
Huang Jianxiang slumped in his chair, looking as confused as the other Southampton fans around him.
It wasn't that he couldn't accept failure, but he was tasting the confusion after his hope was dashed again.
Manchester United is indeed one of the most powerful teams on the planet. A seemingly simple and smooth strike can kill an opponent at any time.
This is not what a small team like Southampton can have!
Wayne Rooney, who scored the goal, came under the home team's fans' stands, stepped on the advertising board with his legs, and waved one arm to declare his sovereignty.
"Rooney, Rooney, Rooney, Rooney!!!"
The fans chanted Rooney's name. At this moment, they even saw the Three Lions on top of the world.
Ronaldinho, who delivered the key assist, lowered his head in the drizzle and crossed himself on his chest.
"Thank God."
"Thank God for Rooney's goal."
Xiao Luo thanked him sincerely.
Although he did not score the goal in the end, the assist was also hard-won and made Ronaldinho cherish it.
Looking up, the timer just flashed to 56 minutes.
That said, there's still a long way to go in the second half.
Ronaldinho had enough time to score another goal, and Southampton also had enough time to equalize the score.
"Great Sage, it's up to you."
While Lu Xiaopang was celebrating on the sidelines, Wang Xiaodong came to Bell and pressed the back of his head with one hand.
"You are our main striker. If you don't show some real skills, the short guy opposite will probably laugh at you to death!"
Bell and Rooney are both forwards, and they are basically incomparable players on the football field.
Although there is rarely a confrontation on the court, as the leading forwards of the two teams, it is also the insistence of the respective players to compete with each other for the number of goals scored.
In the first half, Bell and Rooney each scored a goal, which was considered a tie. Now Lu Xiaopang scored again. Without Wang Xiaodong, Bell knew what he should do.
Wang Xiaodong used the same method to inspire Dyer on the other side. Both of them were Southampton forwards. If the team wanted to score, most of the bets would be on the two of them.
Although Wang Xiaodong also has the ability to score goals, his scoring method is too single and one-sided, and it is easy to be targeted.
No team relies on long-range shooting from the midfielder to win game after game.
Wang Xiaodong's long-range shot can be the icing on the cake for a team, but if you want to use it as a regular weapon, even the head coach won't allow it.
After encouraging the two offensive teammates, the players on both sides returned to their original positions and restarted the kickoff.
This time, Ferguson once again sat calmly in his chair.
Except when Lu Xiaopang scored a goal and stood up to hug the assistant coaches around him, Sir Alex always kept a smile on his face.
"Goo-chi-coo-chi, coo-chi-coo-chi..."
Today’s chewing gum is extra sweet!
Once again led by two goals, Southampton had no way out.
Wang Xiaodong took another step forward, running back and forth near the midfield again and again.
Under the premise that Wang Xiaodong was so exhausted, Southampton has gradually advanced the battle line into the midfield.
"Watch that No. 22!"
"He's very fast!"
"Don't let him run away!!!"
After an hour of competition, Manchester United players have figured out the characteristics of Southampton players.
Which one is fast, which one is faster; which one can pass accurately, which one can defend hard...
All this information is imprinted in the minds of Manchester United players. It is no longer easy for Bell and Dyer to perform desperate surges on the wing.
In the 64th minute, Gary Neville sent a half-high ball into the Saints half.
"Get out of my way!!!"
There was another familiar cry.
O'Shea gritted his teeth and turned his body sideways, preparing for the impact.
boom!
Despite all his preparations, a groan ran down the Irishman's spine.
O'Shea, who is seven centimeters taller than Wang Xiaodong, is about the same weight as Wang Xiaodong.
In Wang Xiaodong's eyes, O'Shea is simply a piece of shit with no threat.
As a midfielder, his header and height advantages were not apparent at all. He was the one who was pressed hardest by Wang Xiaodong in the whole game.
The ball hit Wang Xiaodong's head hard, but Wang Xiaodong's head stretched over O'Shea's left shoulder.
Seeing his tall front midfielder being so suppressed by his opponents, Ferguson in the stands couldn't help but nodded and called his assistant to his side: "Let Nemanja go warm up. The ball will be dead later and replace O'Shea."
The assistant coach nodded and ordered Vidic on the bench to come to the track to warm up.
At this moment, seeing the ball pushed into the frontcourt by Wang Xiaodong fall to the ground again, Kendi Jones jumped up with all his strength, stretched his neck, and allowed his backward body to expand the air control range as much as possible.
Huangtian paid off, Kendi Jones used such an easy way to get injured in exchange for being hit on the head by a ball. Sylvester watched as the ball hit the back of his opponent's head and bounced towards his own penalty area.
Brown, who was lagging behind, immediately turned around and chased the ball.
It was originally a weak attack by Southampton, but for some reason, louder and louder voices gradually came from the stands.
how?
what happened?
what happened?
Could it be...
Before Brown had time to look back, there was a sound of accelerator in his ears.
Buzz~~buzz~~buzz! ! !
In Brown's shocked eyes, Bell emerged from nowhere and sprinted forward like a Maybach.
When did he start it?
How could he appear in the middle? ? ?
Brown didn't have time to think so much, so he could only move his legs desperately.
But it all turned out to be in vain, becoming a comparison target for fans to see Bell's true speed.
Brown takes one step, but Bell has already taken two steps; Brown takes two steps, but Bell has already taken four steps.
Southampton's No. 22 completed the sprint from three meters behind Brown at a speed visible to the naked eye, equalizing and overtaking.
Brown, who was following, had his eyes wide open, and he didn't even have the ability to run in front of Bell and get in position.
Rou~~~~
The Maybach galloped past, and Brown saluted the huge No. 22.
In front of Manchester United, Edwin van der Sar, wearing No. 19, has also left the door.
The Dutch goalkeeper rushed to the penalty area line as quickly as possible and made a sliding tackle on the ball that bounced off the ground.
This sliding tackle was completely directed towards the ball without any vertical protection. Even though he is 1.97 meters tall, Van der Sar does not think he can touch the ball.
Bell's speed is simply too fast.
When the ball was still one meter away from Van der Sar's toes, Bell used his right foot to lift the ball over the Dutchman's head.
Then, he left Brown, who was disappointed and slowing down, and Van der Sar, who had a bitter look on his face, spread his arms, turned like a glider, and dived diagonally out of the Manchester United penalty area.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
"BALE!!!"
"IT'S BAAAAAAAAALE!!!"
"BALE AGAIN!"
Wang Xiaodong stood in the midfield and hugged the glider that rushed into his arms.
"Oh ho!"
"I'll just say it!"
"You can do it for sure!"
"You can definitely do it!"
Wang Xiaodong picked up Bell high and spun him around in circles several times.
It wasn't until Bell was put back on the ground that the surrounding teammates dared to come around.
"Well done, Belle!"
"Kill them with speed!"
"Just kick it!"
Kevin Keegan on the sidelines kept pumping his fists, and the Saints in the stands also raised their towels.
Losing on the court is not terrible, but giving up the game early is the most disgusting thing.
The Saints, who were once again pushed to the bottom by the Red Devils, did not give up. They gritted their teeth again and climbed back up.
The fans standing on the edge of the cliff stared into the abyss, looking at the persevering players below the cliff, and once again poured out all their passion into the Cardiff Stadium.
"2 to 3?"
"Oh my God, Southampton are so tenacious!"
In the stands, Huang Jianxiang became energetic again.
What excites him is not that Southampton pulled a goal back, but the Saints' unremitting and tenacious fighting spirit.
Especially when I saw Bell rushing towards Wang Xiaodong immediately after scoring a goal, tears could not help but flow down the corners of his eyes.
From a statistical point of view, Southampton's two goals have nothing to do with Wang Xiaodong.
The goals were all scored by Bale, while the assists for the first and second goals were Dyer and Kendi Jones respectively.
But anyone who has watched the entire game will not ignore the importance of Wang Xiaodong in these two goals.
Just like the goal just now, if Wang Xiaodong hadn't defeated O'Shea to win the first point, how could there have been Bell's subsequent wonderful performance of rapid overtaking?
It is difficult for the defensive midfielder position to have anything to do with scoring goals, but the Southampton players themselves know it very well. The reason why this game can last until now and recover the score is entirely the result of Wang Xiaodong's perseverance from behind.
It is precisely because Wang Xiaodong has not fallen yet that strikers like Bell have the energy to attack.
Huang Jianxiang wiped away his tears. The drizzle had soaked through his clothes, and he could clearly feel the moisture on his sleeves.
So what?
The powerful Manchester United is like this heavy clothes. When the sky starts to rain, no one thinks that they will be disturbed by the rain.
But now, Southampton is like this continuous raindrop, penetrating little by little and eroding Manchester United little by little.
By the time they reacted, the rain had already penetrated to the bottom of their clothes.
2 to 3.
Southampton is still one goal behind.
Looking at the timer with more than twenty minutes left, everyone couldn't adjust it correctly.
In the cold wind and drizzle, Huang Jianxiang shivered: "Who knows how long this rain will last?"
