At halftime, there was a lot of dissatisfaction in the Manchester United dressing room.
"Cristiano, tell me the truth, what did you do to him?"
"You are at odds with him, but we can't! He poured out all his anger towards you on us."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.”
Facing the cries of his teammates, Ronaldinho also felt a chill running down his spine.
Didn't I just give you a firm handshake?
As for being so cruel?
At worst, I'll apologize to you and let you hold it.
However, as soon as this idea appeared in his mind, Xiao Luo threw it away.
If you really do this, wouldn't it mean that you are being sent to your door?
What should I do if the other party asks for more than just a handshake?
What if he wants to hold my other parts?
I am!
That's even scarier than circumcision!
Thinking of this, Xiao Luo shook his head and said, "How do I know? What does it have to do with me?"
"Who knows what's going on with that guy?"
"We don't want his counter-intentional schemes!"
Dong Fangzhuo hid in the corner, rubbing his hands that were softened by Wang Xiaodong, and looked at Xiao Luo with contempt: "You even used the word counterintuitive tactics, don't you have three hundred taels of silver here? "
Park Ji-sung's departure cast a haze over the home team's locker room, but the atmosphere in the visiting team's locker room on the other side was extremely relaxed.
Wang Xiaodong took most of the firepower, and other teammates hid behind him without expending much energy at all.
"Dong, we already did a good job defensively in the first half. Shouldn't we attack in the second half?" Lennon, with a sly look on his face, quietly came over and whispered while Wang Xiaodong was wiping his sweat.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to say, please say it!" Wang Xiaodong looked impatient as there was no goal in the first half.
"Look, we fought so fiercely in the first half, and the center almost turned into a meat grinder. But the two wings are always open. If you can..."
"Don't you just want to score goals!" Wang Xiaodong rolled his eyes, "In the second half, you run faster. As long as you are not offside, I will watch and pass a few passes to you."
"Hey, then I'm disrespectful!" After receiving Wang Xiaodong's promise, Lennon left with a satisfied look on his face.
The private discussion between the two was witnessed by other teammates. Although they didn't say anything on the surface, they despised it in their hearts: "What a pair of gay friends!"
Although he wanted to help Bale take the starting position, seeing that Martin Joel took great pains to give him the left-back position in order to let Bale start, Wang Xiaodong did not mind feeding Lennon more cakes.
I'm a midfielder, so I can't always pass the ball to the center but not the wingers, right?
Only by sharing the rain and dew can we achieve harmony within the team.
What's more, Lennon does have the ability to score goals. In a sense, he is sharper than the little tiger Walcott!
15 minutes passed quickly, and players from both sides appeared on the court again.
Sir Alex Ferguson is an old and cunning guy who has a strong ability to confuse people. After the players from both sides met in the second half, the Red Devils once again showed their cruel faces towards Tottenham.
You don’t have a long memory!
who is the next?
It is indeed impossible for Manchester United to give in at home, but if you want to fight, I really don’t scare you!
To use Jiang Wen’s words many years later: I can fuck you before you fuck me!
After the kick-off, the two sides clashed in the midfield again, refusing to give an inch.
Wang Xiaodong likes this kind of fierce conflict rhythm very much, which does not require too much coordination and does not require too much skills.
If the team insists on playing positional warfare slowly, I might not be able to bear my temper!
In the 52nd minute, the Red Devils finally found a good opportunity.
Tottenham took a left corner kick, and Van der Sar was in an excellent position. He made a single punch from the front point and hit the ball out of the penalty area.
After O'Shea got the ball, he quickly pushed forward and the ball rolled to Lu Xiaopang's feet.
The British golden boy turned around after the ball and rushed towards the Tottenham half. At the same time, Ronaldinho on the left also jumped in at high speed and got an excellent counterattack opportunity.
However, just as Lu Xiaopang rushed through the midfield with the ball, the counterattack came to an abrupt end under the pull of someone.
He looked at Rooney who had been knocked down, and then looked at his white buttocks.
For a moment, the entire Old Trafford fell into a deathly silence.
The next second, a burst of sky-breaking laughter erupted over the entire stadium.
"Hahahahahaha!"
In the stands of Manchester United's family members, Colleen covered her face in embarrassment, not daring to meet the sympathetic looks of other players' wives.
"Rooney's butt is too white!"
"It's like a big piece of dough!"
"Has any of you seen his penis?"
"Send me an email when you get back. My address is..."
The tense atmosphere just now was completely washed away by this "revelation point".
At this moment, both Tottenham fans and Manchester United fans all covered their stomachs and laughed.
"Everyone knows that Lu Xiaopang is not very capable."
"That's really what we saw today!"
Facing the fans' ridicule, Lu Xiaopang suppressed his blush and pulled up his pants as quickly as possible.
"Fake Squid, Dong, you..."
Wang Xiaodong picked his nose with one hand and raised his other hand to his head: "I really didn't mean it. Who told you to tie your pants so loosely?"
Deliberately pulling someone away, such an obvious foul, the referee could no longer "favor" Wang Xiaodong.
In this way, what was originally an excellent 2-on-2 situation completely disappeared in front of Wang Xiaodong's "magic pull".
Seeing what happened to Lu Xiaopang, Xiao Luo on the wing secretly tightened his belt and tied it in a tight knot.
After the farce, Tottenham launched another offensive, trying to turn the tables on the visitors.
In the 64th minute, the ball came to Wang Xiaodong’s feet through a series of passes.
The continuous passing of the players has almost pushed the coordination to the extreme. In the midfield where "wars" are so frequent, they can still deliver accurate through balls without being fouled, which is already considered a "miracle".
Wang Xiaodong turned around without stopping the ball. After catching up with the ball, he launched a powerful and heavy long-range shot, which once again tested Van der Sar's reflexes.
The Dutch goalkeeper flew up and lifted the ball over the crossbar.
Just as the Manchester United players were positioning themselves in the penalty area, Wang Xiaodong outside the penalty area suddenly ran towards the corner kick area.
Seeing this, Xiao Luo rushed over in a hurry, but it was still a step too late.
After receiving the ball, Wang Xiaodong deliberately stopped in place, with his back to Ronaldinho, waiting for Bell to run back from the baseline to the offside line.
Boom!
His small chest hit Wang Xiaodong's back hard, like hitting a concrete wall.
"Oh~~~"
Before the two of them could say anything, the fujoshis in the stands made a sound.
"Who said Dong is a pure 1?"
"He is 0 sometimes, okay!"
"Cristiano is four years older than him! His body is also more mature."
Listening to these rotten girls' harsh words, the male fans around them all shrank their necks and shuddered.
terrible!
Are these girls really here to watch football?
They should go watch WWE!
After being blocked by Wang Xiaodong, Bell had successfully run back.
After receiving Wang Xiaodong's return pass, the Monkey King started to cut inside.
Xiao Luo made a quick decision, pushed Wang Xiaodong away and rushed towards Bell.
But the next second, Bell, who started to speed up, did not continue to move forward. He pushed with his left foot and passed the ball back again.
Damn it!
Seeing the ball slip away from his feet again, Xiao Luo was furious.
I was played by two people!
On the court, the two of them can move a player around through repeated movements in a small area.
Xiao Luo was angry at this time, and also angry that other teammates did not follow up in time.
"Whoa oh!"
"Tour trip!"
"Dong and Bell have such a tacit understanding!"
"Cristiano is simply a poor third party!"
Such a normal pass has another meaning in the eyes of these rotten girls.
After Wang Xiaodong caught the ball again, he looked up and immediately found Lennon in the crowd.
Farke!
You die-hard boy!
You're short, why don't you run forward?
What are you doing standing there?
Complaints being complained, Wang Xiaodong still took a flying kick and hoisted the ball into the penalty area.
Looking at the ball flying in the air, Van der Sar retreated repeatedly.
He didn't expect Wang Xiaodong to pass the ball to such a deep backcourt.
Is it a big spread?
Or do you have other plans?
Van der Sar was in no mood to look back, nor did he dare to look back.
But all this is seen by the fans.
When the camera followed the ball to the back of the goal, the fans immediately saw Lennon running happily towards the baseline.
"It's Allen!"
"Winter's target is Allen!"
Amid the narrator's exclamations, the fujoshis erupted into screams again.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"
"Dong is so considerate!"
"Dong is such a good man!"
"Who said Dong was indifferent to Allen?"
"I can see you at a glance in the crowd, this..."
"This is so romantic!"
Lennon did not expect that Wang Xiaodong would pass the ball to him from the other side of the penalty area, but this was totally meaningless!
Even if he barely caught the ball in front of the baseline, he had already run out of the penalty area.
Apart from passing the ball again, it has no other effect, right?
Lennon had no choice but to bring the ball back for a few kicks. He looked at the gap and gave Berba a slight push as he retreated.
The Bulgarian footballer understood immediately, stretched out the arch of his right foot, acted as a qualified bridgehead, and immediately pushed the ball back.
Lennon, who was speeding up, arrived just in time. Seeing his opponent go one-two, Evra had no choice but to do anything.
Tottenham's electric mouse has sped up, and its 1.65-meter body is darting left and right in the small space, slithering around like a loach.
tong!
There was another crisp sound.
Lennon once again saw his opportunity and passed the ball past his teammate wearing the same color shirt.
This time, Wang Xiaodong, who crossed the line of the penalty area, did not hesitate and pushed back towards the gap in front of Lennon.
Seeing the ball bounce back, Lennon felt happy.
The ball is there!
At this time, the Red Devils' penalty area has become a mess.
Whether it is Ferdinand or Gary Neville, both have become puppets, swinging left and right with the Tottenham forward.
But the opponent had already rushed into the penalty area and didn't even dare to make any big moves.
As a result, Ferdinand, who had just turned around, could only watch Lennon rush forward and hit the ball first.
"Stop him!"
Before Ferdinand could say anything, Gary Neville and O'Shea double-teamed forward.
However, Lennon grinned, swept the arch of his right foot, and pushed the ball back one meter deeper in the direction it came from.
Do you think I am the main attacker?
snort!
Are they all fooled?
Lennon, who attracted three defenders, almost passed the ball through the gap. Looking at the ball slipping away from his feet, Ferdinand no longer had hope.
God bless Manchester United and Van der Sar!
Just when Ferdinand tried to turn around and wanted to see the result of Van der Sar's one-on-one with his own eyes, the damn ball actually rolled back again.
Eh?
At this moment, it wasn't just Ferdinand.
Everyone in the Manchester United penalty area was stunned.
Lennon looked at the ball rolling back again and cursed in anger.
I tried my best to attract the attention of three people. You didn't hit the goal, but you passed the ball back?
What on earth is going on?
But when the ball comes in front of him, he has to catch it.
Lennon, who was cursing, reluctantly stretched out his leg and fell to the ground towards the Manchester United gate.
But his legs were too short, and the ball rubbed his toes and rolled out of the door frame.
"Fake, who is so stupid?"
Lennon stood up and cursed in the direction of the ball.
Before he could speak, he saw Wang Xiaodong, who was unguarded, looking at him with contempt: "Mouse, you can't do it either? If you can't seize such a good opportunity, I won't pass it to you next time!"
