After Wang Xiaodong threw the mineral water bottle, everyone in the circle was stunned at this moment, including linesmen, security, staff, cameramen, fans and Ronaldinho.
The fan who was hit in the chin by Wang Xiaodong was even more furious. He stood up, showed his big yellow teeth, and shouted at Wang Xiaodong: "Hey, Dong, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm a Southampton fan!"
"I was cheering you on just now!!!"
"Shut up, you bug!" Wang Xiaodong still had a stern face, "I don't need a scum like you to cheer me up."
"If you want to continue watching football, shut your dirty mouth!"
"Otherwise, go back to where you came from. Rubbish like you is not welcome in Southampton!"
After saying that, Wang Xiaodong turned around and walked towards the court without looking back.
The raving fan seemed to be greatly humiliated. He immediately tore off his shirt, pointed at Wang Xiaodong's back and cursed: "Go away, yellow-skinned monkey."
"who do you think You Are?"
"How dare you talk to old John like that?"
"Do you believe I told you not to go back to Southampton?"
"Isn't it just a few goals scored?"
"What's so great!"
"You dirty bastard, I've felt disgusting about you since the first time I saw you..."
The surrounding fans had already dispersed, and they all looked at this guy who was spitting shit with disgust.
Not long after, two security personnel walked into the stands and carried him out of the stadium, one on the left and the other on the right.
Looking at his still clamoring face, many Southampton fans blushed with embarrassment.
Neither the linesman nor the referee surprisingly made any penalty for Wang Xiaodong's actions against the fans.
After the referee blew the whistle, he did not call Vidic a tackle foul in return, but instead gave the Saints a foul ball nearby.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong passing by, Xiao Luo wanted to say something, but found that Wang Xiaodong had no intention of stopping and continued walking towards the middle of the field.
Seeing this, Ronaldinho took a deep breath, adjusted his body and mood, and then used his back to block the Southampton player who came to respond, preventing the opponent from easily getting the ball in the frontcourt.
This episode did not hinder the game between the two players at all. Time was running out and no one wasted time on past conflicts.
Dyer quickly threw a throw-in, and Belmadi hit Ronaldinho with a scorpion tail. The ball hit his heel and bounced back.
After receiving the ball, Dyer immediately chose to move. Lallana in the center stepped forward to respond. After getting the ball, he quickly kicked it to the other side. The ball immediately came to the feet of Powell on the wing.
Lallana moved the ball very well, and the ball hit the arch of Powell's foot and fell to the ground. The Saints full-back continued to carry the ball forward.
This lateral transfer helped the Saints take two steps forward as a whole. Facing Evra's advance, Powell stepped on the ball and used the change of rhythm to instantly kick a through ball to the wing.
The ball went straight along the sideline. It seemed that except for losing all its kinetic energy, it would never roll out of the sideline.
After his teammates sent a through ball, Bell spread his legs again and moved forward rapidly.
Gary Neville, who was well aware of Bell's terrifying speed, turned around and pursued him. Instead of approaching Bell rashly, he ran in a straight line and settled down first.
Sure enough, after receiving the ball, Bell did not take off directly, but took the ball sideways to the penalty area.
But soon, Bell found himself surrounded.
Facing double teams from both sides, Bell carefully controlled the ball.
After three consecutive small steps, Bell, with his back to the goal, gave a slight push and knocked the ball back to Kendi Jones who rushed over to receive the ball. Although the latter was followed by a defender, he had no intention of controlling the ball.
Facing the incoming ball, Kendi Jones made a smart push and pushed towards Bell again.
"Two-for-one!"
Such delicate and dexterous frontcourt cooperation made the commentator's eyes light up.
At this time, Bell had gotten rid of the defender and penetrated into the Manchester United penalty area.
But just when he raised his head after catching the ball from behind, a tall figure blocked him in front of him.
It's Manchester United captain, Gary Neville!
Neville is only 1.8 meters tall and weighs only 77 kilograms. In front of Bell, he is even half a head shorter.
But it was such a player who appeared behind Bell when Manchester United's defense needed him most.
In the 1998-99 season, Manchester United attacked on three fronts in the Premier League, FA Cup and Champions League, and was unstoppable.
As the main right back of Manchester United, Gary Neville looks so inconspicuous in that team. He is far less eye-catching than Beckham, Giggs, Keane and others, but no one can deny his contribution, let alone No one dares to ignore his presence.
In the 2002-03 season, Manchester United was in a turbulent period of renewal, without a championship for two consecutive seasons.
In November 2005, Manchester United suddenly announced the termination of Roy Keane's contract because Keane arbitrarily criticized young players in the Manchester United team on TV.
While public opinion was surprised, they also speculated on who Sir Alex Ferguson would choose as the leader on the field to lead Manchester United out of the predicament. In the end, Gary Neville shouldered this important task.
As Roy Keane's second captain, Gary Neville's election was also expected.
Manchester United has been on a decline over the years, but Neville has always dedicated his best form to the Red Devils.
Although he is 31 years old this year, Neville knows very well that it is not the time for him to "retire" yet!
With the Red Devils captain at his back, Bell moved his left foot to the right, trying to turn around and continue to rely on speed to continue to break through the opponent from the wing.
But Neville's right hand tightly grabbed the corner of Bale's clothes, and his right foot was pinned to the outside of Bale's right heel to prevent him from turning around.
This was originally Bell's feint. Soon, he turned the ball back to his left foot and successfully turned in the direction of the goal, which could give Manchester United the greatest threat.
But Bell still failed.
Neville stood firmly on both feet. He had many years of experience in wing defense, but he was surprised at the beginning by Bell's incredible speed.
But after that, neither Bell's feints nor feints escaped the eyes of the Manchester United captain.
The moment Bell dialed the ball back, Neville quickly noticed the change in Bell's center of gravity.
While retracting his right foot, he extended his left leg and pinned it directly to Bell's left side to prevent him from turning inward as much as possible.
When neither left nor right worked, Bell tried another trick and hit Neville hard with his back.
boom!
Monkey King, who was wearing golden armor, felt his back was sore from the shock. Only then did he realize that he had hit the back of Manchester United.
How can the inexperienced Sun Hou break the Wuzhi Mountain that has gone through many twists and turns?
In desperation, Bell could only choose the last direction.
He moved the ball forward, intending to take the ball away from his opponent. If you can get rid of your opponent's defense, you might have a chance to turn around and shoot.
But just after Bell took a step forward, he found a huge pull coming from behind him.
Neville's hands were tightly holding Bell's jersey, but his knees were firmly pressed against Bell's tailbone.
It not only pulls the opponent, but also prevents the opponent from falling in the penalty area.
For a time, Bell fell into a deep quagmire.
Seeing another opponent's defender step forward to steal the ball, Ferdinand also ran back to his position and tried his best to block the shot path.
After Bell gritted his teeth and struggled for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up. After struggling for his final balance, he twisted around and used his right foot to lift the ball high.
Standing in front of the goal, Van der Sar was originally ready to make a save at any time, but when he saw that the ball picked up by Bale lost all its spin halfway through the flight, he subconsciously relaxed his vigilance and followed the ball flying in front of him with his neck. The ball goes from the front point to the back point.
At this moment, Xiao Luo suddenly remembered something from his childhood.
He had just finished cleaning the streets that day and came home, drinking orange soda and watching a movie.
Halfway through the movie, the neighbor's kid pointed at Superman on TV and asked him, "Cristiano, if I wear my underwear outside, can I fly?"
"Haha, how can people fly!" Xiao Luo said with a smile: "Don't say you wear your underwear outside, even if you put your underwear on your head, you won't fly!"
Yes, Superman can fly not because he wears underwear inside or outside, but because he is Superman himself.
And what if humans also want to fly?
Xiao Luo didn't get the answer until today.
The ball kicked by Bell flew very slowly, so slowly that Van der Sar could clearly judge that the ball would not fly into the net even if he did not touch it.
When the ball flew halfway, a fan suddenly stood up in the stands behind the goal.
Half a second later, all the fans in the stands stood up, raised their hands high, and burst into deafening cheers.
Van der Sar happened to turn his head and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
Wang Xiaodong put his arms close to his sides, stretched his neck and lowered his head, and his whole body was suspended in the air, almost parallel to the ground. At this time, he was like a bazooka missile, passing through Van der Sar's direct line of sight at high speed, and in an instant he dribbled the ball into the goal.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong entangled with the net and the ball bouncing back from the net, the 36-year-old veteran Edwin van der Sar still looked in disbelief.
He rubbed his eyes with the cloth on the back of his hand, but what he saw was exactly the same as the scene just now.
"Wang, De, Fa???" the Dutch mouthed a fragrance recognized all over the world.
Ronaldinho stood still in front of the penalty spot. At this moment, he finally understood.
Those who desire victory can also fly.
