"GOOOOOOOOOAL!"
"IT'S BERBA!"
"GOAL! Wonderful goal!!!"
Bai Baihe and the others got together in joy at the commentator's long hiss. Berbatov's goal was so satisfying and so relieving!
Why not win at home for many years in a row?
It's all nonsense!
We at Tottenham are recruiting new players this season in order to pull you BIG4s from your original positions!
"Lennon is so fast!"
Huang Jianxiang was taking notes in the stands.
"With a player who is so fast in the team, it is really easy to fight on the counterattack."
"He can fail countless times. But as long as he succeeds once, he will trick you and knock on the opponent's door."
"If this continues, the whole Chelsea team will be frightened!"
After praising Lennon, Huang Jianxiang turned his attention to Wang Xiaodong.
Throughout the first half, Wang Xiaodong did not let Ballack and Lampard take any advantage.
Needless to say, Lampard, after Wang Xiaodong used his knee to hit his balls from behind, he instantly became weak and weak as if his power had been broken.
And Barak, known as the God of War, did not gain the upper hand in the only three physical confrontations with Wang Xiaodong.
Is this really a Chinese boy who is only seventeen years old?
Huang Jianxiang really wanted to tear open Wang Xiaodong's jersey and see if it was made of steel inside.
"If the players from the National Youth and National Olympic Games have the same physical fitness as Wang Xiaodong, even if the ball is a bit stinky, it will not be difficult to win!" Huang Jianxiang sighed.
Not only Huang Jianxiang, but also the Magic Bird on the sidelines was also worried.
His voice was almost hoarse and dry, but it was of no use.
Chelsea have faced severe challenges this season.
Whether it is the referee's bias or injury, if the Blues want to continue to win the championship, José Mourinho must stand on the sidelines and not fall down.
It wasn't until this moment that Magic Bird finally understood what a talented midfielder he had given to his Derby opponent.
No matter how many achievements Wang Xiaodong has played before, Magic Bird will not believe everything. He only believes in what he sees with his own eyes.
Today, what he saw was a Lampard who was completely out of shape, and a Ballack who didn't exert much power. The two men's attack failed in front of a seventeen-year-old boy.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Losing to a seventeen-year-old?"
"You still have no shame!"
When Ballack and Lampard passed by, Magic Bird insulted his players in the most direct way.
This coach, who usually treats his players like a family, didn't give him any face at this moment.
Face is earned by oneself, not given by others!
The first half ended quickly. With Berbatov's goal, Tottenham took a 1-0 lead at home.
Although the ball has been at Chelsea's feet more of the time, and Chelsea has been launching attacks to maintain a threat to Tottenham's goal, the home team has been able to save the day every time and hit a high-quality counterattack.
This is definitely a very sad situation for Chelsea, who are good at setting up buses.
When the opponent deliberately gave the ball to themselves, the defending Premier League champion didn't know how to play football for a while.
"The players played well. That guy José finally paid the price for his arrogance!" Martin Joel said cheerfully in the locker room during the halftime break.
It seems that every Premier League coach dislikes the Portuguese, perhaps this is also related to his poisonous tongue.
...
"Dong, how did you do it? You actually made Lampard return without success!" Bell asked curiously.
"I just attacked his most sensitive place at the right moment!" Wang Xiaodong shrugged casually, "Who knew he was so soft? I bet that guy must be wearing a pair of pink underwear underneath!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
Loud laughter rippled through the Spurs dressing room.
"Dong, thank you for your hard work in the first half. If you keep working hard in the second half, your task will only be more severe!" Martin Joel came over and encouraged.
"No problem! Leave everything to me!"
As Wang Xiaodong spoke, he poured the half-drunk water on his head, and a line of white smoke suddenly appeared above his head.
The attentive Davis discovered that Wang Xiaodong's other hand was shaking irregularly.
This is a sign of physical exhaustion!
As the best runner ever on the court, Davis is all too familiar with this phenomenon.
"Dong, take it easy in the second half." Davis stepped forward and sat down next to Wang Xiaodong, "Don't hold on! If it doesn't work, I will come on the court after ten more minutes to help you share the load."
"Lao Dai, I have no problem, really!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's indifferent expression, Davis patted his back and said nothing.
"Don't be careless, Chelsea is a very tenacious team, and they will definitely counterattack with all their strength in the second half!" Martin Joel reminded above.
"Dong played well in the midfield, and most of the defensive burden fell on him. I hope other players can step up in the second half and help him share more pressure."
“Remember, don’t give up whenever you’re midfield!”
"Even if our offense does not pass through the midfield at all, the opponent cannot easily pass through here when we are on defense."
"Don't forget, those two guys in Chelsea's frontcourt can tear apart our fragile defense at any time!"
Thinking of Drogba's body and Robben's speed, everyone in the locker room shut their mouths.
They know that the real test has just begun!
...
At the beginning of the second half, the camera was directly focused on Wang Xiaodong.
This was Tottenham's contribution to holding the half at work. Although he did not score a goal or assist, no one doubted his contribution.
After kick-off, Chelsea all chose to retreat.
Seeing this scene, Tottenham didn't adapt well.
You are the one who is lagging behind, why are you retreating so far?
In fact, Chelsea did not retreat much, but compared with the "advanced" in the first half, they retreated a lot.
The ball came to Wang Xiaodong's feet. Looking at the Chelsea players staring at him behind the midfield line, he thought about whether to choose to play the ball forward from the back three.
Go ahead to dangers!
I won’t let you do this!
Ever since, the situation on the court was completely reversed from the first half.
Chelsea deliberately shortened their formation in order to find their previous counter-attack rhythm. When Tottenham began to take the initiative to find gaps to attack, they found that under the defense of Makelele and Lampard, the Blues' bus was really seamless.
The two sides were in a stalemate for about ten minutes. Peter Pan Robben cut in and hit the goalpost, completely waking up Tottenham.
The opposite side is Chelsea!
What else are you talking about?
They just deliberately lure you into taking the bait. Do you really think you are Barcelona and want to play pass and control?
Upon seeing this, Martin Joel quickly replaced Davis. Even if he broke in and let Davis do it, it was much smoother than others.
Magic Bird is worthy of being a master of tactics. As long as Tottenham can't lose face and back-and-forth the home defense, his team can lure the opponent to bring the ball to their own penalty area, and then use defensive counterattacks to severely damage the opponent.
In the 59th minute, Blues captain Terry stole the ball from Berba's feet in the penalty area.
The captain of the Blues took advantage of the opportunity to swing his leg and played a trick in the penalty area. After passing Robbie Keane, he rubbed his right foot and the ball flew far towards the front court.
Wang Xiaodong looked back at the ball flying in the air and hurriedly ran towards the spot where the ball landed.
This time, just when Wang Xiaodong was about to jump high, he found a tall black figure suddenly appeared behind him.
With a bang, Wang Xiaodong's chin hit the opponent's chest hard.
"Ho ho ho ho ho!!!"
Drogba showed unparalleled dominance in the air at this moment. You flicked the ball with a header in the air, and the ball quickly rolled to the feet of Ballack on the other side.
After Wang Xiaodong landed, he rushed towards the Germans in a hurry, but he was still a step too late.
With the lesson learned in the first half, Ballack pushed hard with his left shoulder, resisted Wang Xiaodong, and at the same time made a through ball along the sideline.
Uh-huh! ! !
A flash of blue lightning flashed across, Peter Pan Robben reached maximum speed, causing a whirlwind in White Hart Lane.
"Oh My God!"
"It's Alger!"
"He's too fast!"
At this moment, even Bell on the sidelines stood up and held on to Peter Pan who was speeding past the sidelines.
"Does it really cause hair loss if it is too fast?"
Robben, who was in his prime, was soaring, and none of the Tottenham defenders was his enemy.
When he reached the edge of the penalty area with the ball, he began to slow down and cut inward laterally.
Everyone could see what he was going to do.
But no one could guard against it.
Wang Xiaodong tried his best but could not catch up with Robben before he completed the cut inside.
Ever since, under the watchful eyes of more than 20,000 Bai Baihe fans, Peter Pan, who successfully cut inside, once again put his right foot on the ball.
Whoosh!
This time, the White Hart Lane goalpost did not continue to help the home team.
The ball bypassed Robinson's fingertips and went straight into the net.
Wow! ! !
In the stands, the blue Chelsea fans were boiling.
now it's right!
This is Chelsea!
We are good at arranging the bus, but our offense is not bad either!
When Cech is not around, we have to score more goals to defeat our opponents! ! !
Seeing Peter Pan flying across the field to celebrate, Tottenham's defenders all lowered their heads helplessly.
I can't guard against this guy. I really can't guard against him when he runs!
At this moment, Bell took the initiative to stand up and came to Martin Joel.
"Coach, let me play! I'll guard him!"
"What? Gareth, you?" Martin Joel looked at Bell, who was as thin as a stick, and shook his head.
Although Bell is tall, his figure is too fragile.
Whether it is Drogba or Ballack, even Lampard and Essien can easily squeeze Bale away.
"Coach, I'm not here to defend against those people!" At this moment, Bell was very clear about his goal. He pointed at Robben who was celebrating wildly on the sidelines and said: "The power players are in charge of Dong, and the speed players are in charge. Me! Dong and I are a team!"
