Looking at the ball spinning rapidly in the air, Nimi quickly moved towards the right side of the goal.
However, the speed of the ball was beyond Nimi's control. Before it moved two steps, the ball bypassed the goal post and flew out of the baseline.
As the referee Mark blew his whistle, the League Cup final ended with 97 minutes of stoppage time.
Ronaldinho, who took the last free kick, fell to the ground with his face covered. He was never able to turn the tide at the last moment like senior No. 7.
No Manchester United player blamed this young player who was just in his early 20s. They were too busy taking care of themselves. They fell down one by one, holding on to the slippery turf with their hands and gasping for air.
On the other side, when the whistle sounded, everyone on the Southampton bench rushed onto the field together.
Together with tens of thousands of saints in the stadium, they shouted loudly, jumped, and cheered wantonly for the upcoming championship trophy.
Southampton has not tasted the taste of a championship for too long. Their last club championship was in the 1976 FA Cup.
Only those old fans who have accompanied the Saints through difficult years know the bitterness of experiencing the championship again after 30 years.
Young people stood up and waved towels in their hands; older fans took off their reading glasses and wiped the tears from their eyes over and over again.
Unlike the dejected Manchester United, the Southampton players who stayed on the field glowed with another kind of vitality.
They galloped around the court, arms spread wide, looking down at the sky and the earth like a glider.
At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten that they had been running and fighting on the court for ninety minutes. The joy of victory is like a free stimulant, stimulating the restless cells in their blood.
Especially veterans like Fernandez and Belmadi, who wiped away tears and touched the championship trophy over and over again. They can also win a championship before retiring, which will surely be an unforgettable honor for them.
Players come to the goal scorers, lift those players who have scored goals high above their heads, and then throw them into the air.
As frustrated as Manchester United is, Southampton is delighted.
After Wang Xiaodong also landed, the players collectively came to the sidelines, lifted Keegan who was caught off guard, and threw him high into the air.
After ninety minutes of hard work, Southampton finally defeated their most formidable opponent this season.
Whether it is Wang Xiaodong or Bell, or any Southampton fan or player, they all have to admit that defeating Manchester United is really no longer a fantasy.
For Wang Xiaodong, Bale and others, this is the first championship in their careers, a championship won by stepping on the corpse of the wealthy Manchester United.
Years later, when people recall this day. Those young fans discovered that a real football king can shine when he first debuts.
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it! Wang Xiaodong actually has such ability!" Huang Jianxiang was still muttering to himself in the stands.
I thought it was a "teaching war" under Manchester United, but in the end it turned into a "capsize in the gutter" for the giants.
Is Manchester United too underestimated?
Or does Southampton already have this strength?
Huang Jianxiang looked at Wang Xiaodong, who was surrounded by his teammates, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
If this was the world preliminaries, what kind of scene would it be like if Wang Xiaodong was surrounded by Chinese players?
The big screen kept replaying Wang Xiaodong's wonderful kill just a few minutes ago.
It's hard for anyone to imagine that a player would project himself like a cannonball.
Wang Xiaodong's figure passing by at high speed was in sharp contrast to Van der Sar's slowly turning his head.
And it was this desperate attack that defeated the entire Manchester United at the last moment.
On the screen, there were cameras from various angles replaying this wonderful goal.
Fans have watched it countless times, and it is still extremely enjoyable every time.
This is definitely the most beautiful and domineering goal in England's domestic competition that season.
"Dong, congratulations..."
Before Bell could finish speaking, the champagne in his hand was snatched away by Wang Xiaodong.
As Wang Xiaodong's arms continued to shake, the foam in the wine bottle had reached the bottleneck.
Wang Xiaodong flicked his right thumb, and the champagne in the bottle immediately broke through the cork and sprayed Bell all over.
"Ouch! Ouch!!!!"
Female fans screamed in the stands. They saw a column of milky white water rushing up from Wang Xiaodong's waist, instantly turning Bell in front of him into a drowned rat.
Looking at the champagne dripping from Bell's head, these hungry female fans couldn't help but lick the corners of their mouths and swallow wildly.
Look at this strength, Dong is still a virgin!
"Hey, Dong...Fake! Get away! You can't do this!"
Bell kept covering up with his hands as he ran.
Wang Xiaodong was having a great time behind him, chasing Bell and scattering white foam on him.
Bell, who had been poured all over his body, finally stiffened his neck, snatched the champagne from Dyer's hand, and began to play sparring with Wang Xiaodong.
The scene of Southampton's two rising stars shooting champagne angrily was caught on camera by major media.
It would be a waste not to put such a "gay" scene on the front page the next day to attract fans!
Wang Xiaodong was addicted to squirting here, and a hand was placed on his shoulder at some point.
"who?"
Wang Xiaodong turned around and happened to see Rooney, who was soaked in the rain.
Lu Xiaopang was just like Uncle Yu who was pissed off in Guo Degang's cross talk. He wiped the drink on his face with his hand and looked at Wang Xiaodong speechlessly.
"Uh... I'm sorry, I didn't notice you. What's the matter?" Wang Xiaodong removed the champagne bottle and looked at Fatty Lu in front of him and asked curiously.
Lu Xiaopang also had a good temper. After rolling his eyes at Wang Xiaodong, he quickly took off his No. 8 jersey.
When he handed the wet jersey in front of him, Wang Xiaodong immediately understood his intention.
"I won't wash it for you, you can take it to the laundry yourself..."
"Fake, I'm asking you to change my jersey!" Lu Xiaopang said angrily.
"Then I won't change it! There's alcohol on your clothes, they're sticky, they're disgusting..."
"Fake, MAN!" Lu Xiaopang was choked with anger again. He pointed at Wang Xiaodong's equally wet jersey and shouted: "Do you think your jersey is dry? It's also sticky!" "
"Uh...oh...ok." Wang Xiaodong shrugged, took off his jersey, and took Lu Xiaopang's jersey with a look of disgust.
"Dong, your life will not be so good next time!" Lu Xiaopang carried Wang Xiaodong's wet jersey, "Next time I meet you, I will definitely beat you to the ground."
"Puch..."
Wang Xiaodong couldn't hold it back and started laughing.
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Why are you laughing?" Lu Xiaopang looked sullen. In his opinion, Wang Xiaodong showed disrespect for him.
"Hahahahaha!" Wang Xiaodong continued to laugh. While laughing, he raised his hands and gestured back and forth on Lu Xiaopang's head and his own chest. "Hahahahaha, how come you're such a dwarf? You can hit me when you jump up. Knees?”
"Xie Te!!!" Lu Xiaopang was so angry that he was shaking all over and quickly turned around and left.
Before he won, he was humiliating himself no matter what.
Not far away, Ronaldinho was standing on the sidelines. He had just taken off his jersey halfway and was stunned in place.
It wasn't until he saw Lu Xiaopang dragging Wang Xiaodong's jersey into the players' tunnel that he slowly put his clothes back on.
He is not yet the star of Manchester United.
4 to 3, the two sides contributed a total of 7 goals in 90 minutes. The fans on the sidelines were full of passion and blood.
Especially Wang Xiaodong's goal in the final stoppage time made those picky fans even more excited.
This can no longer be called a diving summit, but more like a low-altitude bombing.
After the selection process after the game, the MVP of this game was finally awarded to Wang Xiaodong.
One pass and one shot, coupled with the tireless running and fighting in the first half, was worth Bell's two goals.
The jury made this decision and everyone had no objections.
"Congratulations, Kevin. This is really a soul-stirring game. You deserve this victory." In front of the players' tunnel, Sir Alex Ferguson extended his hand to Keegan in front of cameras from all over the world.
"Thank you Sir Alex Ferguson. The Manchester United players also performed well." Keegan held Ferguson's hand and gave him a warm hug.
After making a show in front of the media, Sir Alex smiled and let go of his hand, walking towards Wang Xiaodong in front of the players' tunnel.
"Dong, are you interested in coming to Manchester United next season?"
"Manchester United?" Faced with Sir Alex Ferguson's "personal invitation", Wang Xiaodong subconsciously raised Rooney's jersey, pointed to the "8" on it and said: "Why should I go to Manchester United? To be loaned out like Dong Fangzhuo? Or do you plan to Give me this jersey to wear?"
Wang Xiaodong's rhetorical question made Sir Alex look a little confused.
Looking at today's English football, who is Wang Xiaodong's age who doesn't yearn for the powerful Red Devils Manchester United?
But Wang Xiaodong joked calmly and even turned against the Duke's army.
"No, Dong." Sir Alex's face showed a rare trace of seriousness, "Dong, if you can come to Manchester United, I guarantee that you will get the first starting spot like Cristiano."
"Oh, let's wait until he really secures his starting position." Wang Xiaodong curled his lips, still leaving a slightly sarcastic remark, and left Ferguson with an embarrassed look on his face.
After being rejected twice in a row, the old Sir Alex touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "Young people today are really amazing..."
Inside the stadium, staff are holding tools to build a temporary awards stage in the center of the stadium.
During this period, players from both sides should return to their respective locker rooms, wash off the mud and water on their bodies, and then put on clean team uniforms.
Just when Xiao Luo lowered his head and was about to walk out of the aisle to prepare for the runner-up award ceremony, a hand pulled him from behind.
Looking back, I saw a familiar jersey.
"Well, if you don't mind, we can swap."
Wang Xiaodong carried a brand new jersey of his own and handed it to Xiao Luo.
"You..." Looking at the jersey in Wang Xiaodong's hand, Xiao Luo hesitated.
"I had a great time playing today. Thank you for letting me play so well." Wang Xiaodong looked indifferent.
It was Rooney who came to him to change jerseys with Rooney; now he takes the initiative to change jerseys with Ronaldinho.
Wang Xiaodong's grandeur made Xiao Luo feel that he was the boy four years younger than his opponent. Thinking of this, Xiao Luo did not hesitate, took off the team uniform he had just put on, and handed it to Wang Xiaodong.
"DONG, next time I meet you, you won't be so lucky."
"Oh? Really?" Wang Xiaodong laughed, "Then next time, I'll let you try your luck and see if you can defeat me."
