The media has become more and more hyped about this "Chinese Derby".
Although Chelsea has usually been the top topic in the Premier League in recent years, this "Chinese Derby" has become popular for no reason.
In the end, even the fans, the club and the two parties involved were baffled. "Wang Xiaodong VS Dong Fangzhuo", is this matchup really interesting?
However, the day before the game started, the situation changed again.
The media behind the scenes finally revealed their "wolfish ambitions", and the "Chinese Derby" that once dominated the Premier League headlines has become an "Asian Derby."
"Asian derby?"
"What's going on?"
This time, Sir Alex, who had previous experience, reacted instantly.
Good guy, it turns out that there are not only Chinese players Wang Xiaodong and Dong Fangzhuo in the two teams, but also South Korean players Lee Young-pyo and Park Ji-sung!
No wonder the media has been so hot in the past two days!
The total is waiting here!
These South Korean media are really working hard. They are shouting so hard. It turns out they are all trolls!
September 9, Old Trafford.
Before the game started, there were crowds of people outside the stadium. Some local fans complained: "Oh my God, I thought I was in Asia!"
"Why is it so crowded here?"
“Everything you look at is Chinese!”
Obviously, these local residents couldn't tell which one was the stick and which one was the real Chinese fan. But in their opinion, there is not much difference between these yellow-skinned and black-haired people.
...
In the player tunnel, Wang Xiaodong and Xiao Luo met together.
The two looked at each other and smiled, each stepped forward and extended their hands.
"Fake, you actually tricked me!"
Feeling the huge grip force coming from his wrist, Wang Xiaodong tightened his fingers and planned to fight back immediately.
But the next second, Xiao Luo let go of his hand, and Wang Xiaodong felt like he punched the cotton.
Xiao Luo didn't care at all. Instead, he stepped forward and put his mouth next to Wang Xiaodong's ear: "Dong, I will not be merciful in this game!"
"Fake Squid!" Wang Xiaodong, who failed to fight back, immediately raised his middle finger and greeted Xiao Luo politely.
Ronaldinho, who succeeded in the sneak attack, did not accept this trick at all and ran back to his dressing room with a sly smile on his face.
After Ronaldinho ran away, a familiar Chinese face appeared in the tunnel.
It’s Wang Dong!
"Hello, Wang Xiaodong!" As Wang Xiaodong's "football senior", Dong Fangzhuo, who had just returned from Belgium, stepped forward generously and extended his hand to Wang Xiaodong.
Looking at Dong Fangzhuo's hand, Wang Xiaodong fell into deep thought.
A second later, Dong Fangzhuo's face seemed to be clicked, and he rolled his eyes and twisted.
"Damn it, Dong, your hands are too strong!"
Dong Fangzhuo grimaced in pain and finally withdrew his hand, looking at Wang Xiaodong resentfully like a little daughter-in-law.
"It's Cristiano's fault. Who made him offend me?" Wang Xiaodong said unreasonably.
"Then you can't take your anger out on me?! Who did I offend?" Dong Fangzhuo returned to the locker room with a sad face.
...
In this game, Saha and Lu Xiaopang partnered as the starting striker, with Ronaldinho and Park Ji-sung on the left and right.
O'Shea and Carrick, who had just transferred from Tottenham, guarded the midfielder position, behind them from left to right were Evra, Brown, Ferdinand and Neville.
The goalkeeper is still the unshakable veteran Edwin van der Sar.
Tottenham's score is also 442. On the front line, Berbatov and Keane started together.
Veteran Davis and youngster Lennon are the left and right midfielders respectively, while Wang Xiaodong and Danny Murphy guard the midfield.
On the back line, from left to right are Bell, Dawson, vice-captain Ledley King and right back Pascal.
The goalkeeper is Paul Robinson.
The two clubs seemed to have discussed it in advance. Although they both put "derby players" on the roster, Tottenham did not play Li Rongpyo, and Manchester United did not play Dong Fangzhuo, leaving those who are looking forward to the "El Clasico" The fans were shocked.
After Manchester United kicked off, the ball passed three times and came to Lu Xiaopang's feet.
Lu Xiaopang, who had just experienced the double blow of suspension and negative news, cheered up and moved forward, hoping to use this game to "regain his glory."
But in the next second, Lu Xiaopang's face turned green.
Wang Xiaodong, who appeared in the front right field of view, was like a tank rushing towards him, with thick smoke billowing and roaring.
"Hey, what do you want to do, Timo?"
"Stop it, stop it!"
"This can cost lives!"
However, Wang Xiaodong showed no tendency to slow down at all. He increased his speed to the extreme, as if he wanted to enjoy the thrill of crushing.
Looking at the speeding Wang Xiaodong, Lu Xiaopang gritted his teeth, pulled the ball behind him, turned around with all his strength and aimed his back at the opponent.
"GET OUTTTTTT!!!"
Wang Xiaodong, who rushed to Lu Xiaopang's side, roared loudly, which made Lu Xiaopang's eardrums tremble.
The half-turned body was hit by Wang Xiaodong's full force, staggering four or five steps diagonally forward, and the ball at his feet was naturally broken.
"Fake Squid, Dong, what's wrong with you?"
How could you have been so fierce at the beginning? This is not the Champions League final, so what do you think?
"You deserve it. Who told Cristiano to offend me?" Wang Xiaodong left a sentence and walked away.
"Shet! Did he cause you to have nothing to do with me?"
Lu Xiaopang covered his waist, his mouth was bitter and his heart was sore.
The fierce competition was about to break out with Wang Xiaodong's crushing steals, and the game soon officially entered the rhythm of mutual confrontation.
The scale of penalties in Premier League games is already very large, and in this era, there is no such thing as a "flagrant foul". Regardless of his range of motion, knock him down first and then talk.
At this moment, there was no superstar, no violin master, no soft bunny girl... only two groups of thugs, fighting on the Old Trafford pitch.
Tottenham's side was almost dominated by Wang Xiaodong, who knocked the Red Devils off their feet. Wild boar Davis is not a vegetarian either. Even if the ferocious Dutchman is old, he can still kill seven in and seven out.
Soon, Old Trafford turned into a Roman arena, with sliding tackles and collisions filling people's eyes.
"Are Tottenham so good this season?"
"Fighting so fiercely?"
"Nonsense! Don't even look at who Tottenham bought!"
"That was the most infamous Chinese winter in the Championship!"
"How can Manchester United survive without him?"
Finally, when there was an explosion from the edge of the penalty area, Van der Sar flew up and lifted the ball out of the baseline with both hands.
"Oh ho..."
There was a low roar from the stands. Even if the long-range shot missed, Tottenham fans used these calls to put great pressure on the home team.
After the save, the Dutch goalkeeper got up from the ground and adjusted his gloves.
Fortunately, I changed to a pair of gloves with thicker latex today. If you were still using the lightweight version from before, you might have sprained your wrist by now.
Damn winter!
He is still so strong!
And what happened to this guy today?
Did you take gunpowder?
Fighting so hard?
A corner kick was taken, and Ferdinand desperately grabbed the front point and pushed the ball out of the penalty area.
O'Shea, who was outside the penalty area, did not dare to slack off. He swept the ball forward with his right foot.
Park Ji-sung looked at the ball flying in the air and tried his best to chase the ball towards its landing point.
But at this moment, he heard Ferguson's excited voice on the sidelines.
"Faster, faster, faster! Faster, faster..."
Park Ji-sung felt baffled when he heard the coach's encouragement.
When did Sir Alex become so interested in me?
I'm not a fast player to begin with. How could I run so fast?
Or...
Thinking of this, Pu Sanfei instinctively felt a chill on his back.
"No way..."
Sure enough, a white figure shot out from behind.
Wang Xiaodong jumped high, overpowered Park Ji-sung and hit the ball with his head in the air.
Boom!
Bang Dang!
Wang Xiaodong's header made a clearance and hit the Manchester United assistant coach hard on the face.
Plop, the poor assistant fell to the ground, scaring the Sir Alex next to him and almost choked to death on his chewing gum.
"Damn it, Dong, what are you doing?" Park Ji-sung was also shocked.
Just destroy it if you want. Why did you smash my assistant teacher like that?
After landing, Wang Xiaodong didn't even look at the unfortunate assistant coach. He left a few words and turned around to leave.
"If you want to blame it, blame Cristiano! Who made him mess with me?"
