"Bell, you guard beautifully!"
"Just kick it!"
"Let that arrogant boy know what it means that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world!"
Teammates on the sidelines gave Bell a thumbs up. The wild ride just now made some F1 fans completely addicted.
But Bell himself knew clearly that if Wang Xiaodong hadn't roared at the critical moment, Robben might not have been able to be distracted.
In fact, Wang Xiaodong was still a long way away from Robben just now, so he just called him Tiger.
Looking at Chelsea's frontcourt, Robben has the most fragile attributes and is naturally much less courageous.
Robben ran back and forth on the wing for a few times, and Tottenham couldn't hold it any longer.
Especially at this stage of the game, the home team is physically exhausted. Even Wang Xiaodong will stand still and take a rest during the dead ball process.
"Dong looks a little tired."
"You're right, Dong is indeed tired."
While watching the game on the field, Huang Jianxiang heard someone talking next to him.
"Isn't it? It didn't happen like this when we played against Manchester United and Liverpool in the winter? And it was still an away game at that time, so Dong didn't get much rest. Don't forget that for today's game, Dong didn't even play in the League Cup a few days ago. superior."
"Then you have to look at who Dong's opponent is!" The person who answered said in a somewhat irritable tone, "Who is that traitor Carrick? How much trouble can he bring to Dong? How old are the midfielders at Manchester United? Are they still playing football? A hairy one?"
"Gerrard is still worth watching. Did you forget that Alonso was sent to the hospital directly by Dong Qian?"
"But take a look today, who are Dong's opponents?"
"Lampard, Makelele, Ballack, Essien, Terry, Ashley Cole, and the terrifying Drogba!"
"If Davis hadn't come up to help Dong share some of the pressure, Dong might not be able to hold on anymore!"
After hearing the conversation between the two, Huang Jianxiang nodded.
Almost all of the strongest players in the Premier League are included by Chelsea.
This also means that as long as there is physical contact, Wang Xiaodong must fight with all his strength. If you are not careful, you may be knocked down by your opponent.
Like now.
Graham blew the whistle and awarded Tottenham a free kick.
Makelele, who committed the foul, raised his hands to show that he did not do it intentionally.
Lampard took the initiative to step in front of the ball to prevent Tottenham from rushing.
The overall quality of the Magic Bird team is very strong. Everyone has a clear division of labor and clear minds when what should be done.
Unlike Tottenham, Wang Xiaodong was ready to serve, and there were still players and referees arguing and getting entangled.
The ball was lobbed into the penalty area by Wang Xiaodong. Goalkeeper Hilario jumped in front of Berba and hit the ball out of the penalty area.
After Terry got the ball, he quickly found his teammates on the wing, and the Blues' counterattack came again.
Martin Joel was biting his nails on the sidelines. He still had the last substitution card left in his hand, so he should be cautious.
But there are still more than twenty minutes left in the game. What if something happens to the players during this period?
The lessons learned from Chelsea's past are there. That nightmare game left the Blues with no one to replace and could only use Terry as a temporary goalkeeper.
If Tottenham follows the Blues' footsteps and faces the powerful Chelsea, can the team endure it? Will Wang Xiaodong guard the goal?
Facing the Blues' counterattack, Jenas stepped down in time and stopped the opponent with a yellow card.
This is the seventh yellow card in the entire game.
Seeing this, Martin Joel made a quick decision and replaced Berbatov with Defoe.
When Berbatov came off the field, Martin Joel patted the Bulgarian on the shoulder and shook his head helplessly.
Dong behind was almost exhausted, but you, Teemo, didn't even drop a sweat!
Defoe is also a forward, but his role in defense is much stronger than Berbatov.
Now that the team has three attacking points, Lennon, Davis and Bell, it is no longer so important whether Berba has the attacking point.
What matters is how long Tottenham can hold on under Chelsea's heavy pressure!
In the 77th minute, Chelsea's counterattack failed and the ball was passed back all the way to Essien's feet.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong chasing him all the way back from the penalty area, the Ghanaian was obviously a little panicked.
In fact, Essien is also a defensive midfielder who is physically strong, active in running, intercepts fiercely, and also has the ability to shoot long range.
But Wang Xiaodong knows the rules of confrontation with such a black man, that is, if you are fierce, I will be more fierce than you!
The quality of bullying the weak and fearing the strong seems to be engraved in the genes of humans of this color. In Europe, they are often criticized and despised by white people, and then they usually like to turn their conflicts to Asians who are weaker and do not like to cause trouble.
But once Asians really take up arms to fight back, they will be as cowardly as a doll, kneeling at the feet of the white master and seeking refuge.
Just like the Los Angeles self-defense counterattack back then.
The topic is a bit far-fetched, but the truth is eternal.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's angry look, Essien kicked the ball without stopping and passed the ball out.
Even so, Wang Xiaodong, who ran in front of him, bumped his shoulder with the opponent with the greatest strength. The Ghanaian was knocked away several steps and almost fell down.
Such a collision made the referee less interested in blowing the whistle, but it was enough to intimidate Chelsea's midfielder.
Good guy, you can hit me like this when I have the ball at my feet, but you can bump into me if I don’t have the ball at my feet.
Where does this make sense?
Wang Xiaodong could not care about anything else. Taking advantage of this collision, Wang Xiaodong quickly adjusted his direction and chased the ball.
Essien's hasty pass was a little short, and Lampard had to take a few steps to meet the ball.
Although they suffered a lot in the first half, Chelsea's magic lantern still couldn't defeat Wang Xiaodong.
He ran up to the ball, caught the ball with his right foot and pulled the ball behind him. Then he turned around and pointed his back at Wang Xiaodong again.
What a short memory!
Seeing this series of operations by Lampard, even Huang Jianxiang in the stands couldn't help but curl his lips.
You can use this trick against other people, but against Wang Xiaodong, don't you think the loss is not big enough?
Sure enough, Wang Xiaodong doesn't care what your front and back are. Wang Xiaodong, who was already running crazy, felt hot all over his body, and the blood in every vein was boiling.
Looking at Lampard's standard back position, I don't know which tendon was wrong. In front of tens of thousands of fans at the scene, Wang Xiaodong still stretched out his leg and swept the ball towards the ball.
You know, the ball is protected by Lampard in front of him, and his right leg is stuck in the middle.
boom! ! !
With a scream, the Blues Magic Lamp was knocked down by Wang Xiaodong even while dribbling the ball.
Seeing this scene, all Chelsea fans stood up from their seats.
"Damn it, you just play football, what does it mean to kick someone?"
"Murder, you are committing murder!"
"Damn executioner, devil from the east! You deserve to go to hell!"
The boos from the away fans were quickly drowned out by the roars from the home fans.
At this point in the game, blood and anger have already surged up. This kind of physical confrontation can best arouse the passion of fans.
The referee Graham was about to blow the whistle, but when he saw Makelele chasing the ball in the open space on the side, he pointed forward with his right hand. The attack was effective!
At this moment, the camera also moved forward with the running Makelele, and Lampard, who was swept to the ground, was selectively forgotten.
"It's good for the offense."
"Chelsea are still attacking."
"This is an opportunity!"
shouted the Blues commentator.
Since you don't care about your own people, then why should I care?
Wang Xiaodong, who knocked down Lampard, chased the ball and quickly caught up with Makelele.
The Frenchman carries the ball while searching for the target.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong's shoulder hit him hard.
boom!
Not to be outdone, the Frenchman relied on a lower chassis and was evenly matched with Wang Xiaodong.
Bang bang bang! ! !
Three more shots, the ball didn't go very far, and the two hit each other four times.
Seeing the defensive midfielders of both sides constantly clashing with each other, many fans in the stands on this side covered their ears, as if they heard the sound of broken bones.
Of course that's just an illusion.
Both Makelele and Wang Xiaodong have very hard bones!
However, after four collisions, Makelele did not want to tangle too much with Wang Xiaodong.
He caught up with the ball first, swept the ball laterally with his right leg while falling to the ground, and swept the ball towards the center.
Wang Xiaodong jumped high and jumped over Makelele's right leg. After landing, he turned around with his right foot as the axis, lifted up a large piece of turf, and then chased the ball again.
After receiving the ball, Ballack frowned and lowered his swung legs again.
But he still underestimated Wang Xiaodong's determination. He wanted to use a feint to deceive Wang Xiaodong, but the ball was shoveled towards the bottom line by Wang Xiaodong who showed his spikes.
"What a madman!" the German spat, cursing.
With Ballack's physical condition, it is not a problem to resist Wang Xiaodong head-on.
But he didn't want to do that.
To give an unpleasant example, Wang Xiaodong is like a crazy hyena. Even if those tigers and lions can win in a duel, for the sake of their own health, no one wants to wade into this muddy water.
What's more, Lampard, who fell to the ground over there, has already paid the price.
Now Wang Xiaodong is like a flat-headed brother on the African savanna. He refuses to accept anyone and is angry with everyone, but he still has some ability.
After Ballack deliberately took a step back to get out of the way, Wang Xiaodong quickly got up, passed his teammates who were gradually slowing down, and chased the ball towards the corner flagpole.
From Dawson's perspective, the ball would probably roll out of bounds. But from Wang Xiaodong's perspective, he had already captured a vigorous figure.
The ball can go out of bounds, but if you want to recover the ball before the baseline, you just can't!
Wang Xiaodong gritted his teeth, burned up his last strength, and chased the ball again and again.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong fighting so desperately, the fans of the home team stood up and waved their arms.
"Winter, winter, winter, winter!!!"
Perhaps the cheers from the fans encouraged Wang Xiaodong. Wang Xiaodong, who had been running, finally stretched out his foot in front of Drogba and pushed the ball forward.
Wang Xiaodong is inside and Drogba is outside. But the ball was rolling towards the corner flagpole, so in terms of position, Drogba was stuck on the inside.
Wang Xiaodong, who touched the ball first, tried to speed up again, trying to bend in front of the baseline and dribble the ball past Drogba.
Just when Wang Xiaodong ran to the bottom line and turned around, the usually calm Ivorian beast saw the opportunity and suddenly exerted force.
He suddenly took a step forward. The moment his right foot landed, his entire body's center of gravity moved toward the baseline, and at the same time, he stretched his right shoulder outward. At this moment, Wang Xiaodong, who was hit sideways, lost his center of gravity for a moment and rushed out of the field.
After staggering four or five steps, Wang Xiaodong, who could no longer control his body, ran headlong into the crowd beside the advertising board on the sidelines.
A cameraman sitting on a chair was knocked over instantly by Wang Xiaodong, and the camera and stand in front of him were also overturned to the ground. When Wang Xiaodong fell to the ground, he stretched out his right hand and smashed the camera to pieces.
"Yo~~~~hiss~~~~"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong being knocked away, the whole Bailu Alley took a breath of cold air.
Drogba's move was almost effortless. Whether in terms of size or strength, he almost completely surpassed Wang Xiaodong in visual performance.
Because it was a broadcast game, the main cameraman maintained excellent professionalism and kept focusing the camera on Drogba, who turned a corner and hooked the ball back from the corner flag post.
However, what the fans in front of the TV want to know most at this moment is Wang Xiaodong's situation outside the camera.
Weight x speed = destructive power.
The 1.89 meter Ivorian monster proved his dominance on the court with his pure strength. Seeing the Chelsea forward walking the ball from the corner flagpole towards the Tottenham penalty area, the hearts of Bai Baihe fans were raised again.
"Stop him quickly!"
"Anyone is welcome!"
"Stop this monster quickly!!!"
Just as Bai Baihe's fans were praying, a white figure came through the frame of the camera again.
The hyena-like Wang Xiaodong aimed at Drogba's back and hit him hard.
"Get rid of the imitation D!"
Sensing the danger, the strong Ivorian man deftly moved to the right, and Wang Xiaodong staggered into the air and stopped in front of Drogba.
When Wang Xiaodong turned around, there was another shout from the stands.
Wang Xiaodong stepped firmly on the penalty area line with both feet, blocking Drogba from outside the penalty area.
"Winter, winter, winter, winter!!!"
At this moment, White Hart Lane was boiling.
Bai Baihe fans finally realized the excitement of the Saints. They were a group of people who were swimming against the current in the dark. They saw a big hand that fished them out and saw the light!
But the Cote d'Ivoire Monster frowned and stopped the ball with one kick.
"Come on, come on!" Wang Xiaodong stood on the penalty area line and roared, irritating Drogba's nerves. "You coward, why did you stop? Come on!"
Looking at Wang Xiaodong, who was eleven years younger than him, there was no ferocity in Warcraft's eyes, only tenderness.
"You're injured," Drogba said softly.
"What?" Wang Xiaodong frowned. He was not sure whether he had auditory hallucinations in his ears.
"You're injured." Drogba said again, pointing to Wang Xiaodong's right hand.
Then in front of everyone, he took the initiative to push the ball towards the bottom line and kicked the ball out of bounds.
"You..." Drogba's series of operations also left Wang Xiaodong stunned.
With such a good offensive opportunity, you just gave up on it?
After doing all this, Drogba looked at Wang Xiaodong tenderly again and shook his head.
He pointed to Lampard in midfield and said: "My team-mate is injured too."
After saying that, the Ivorian beast raised his arms and ran towards Lampard.
Now that the ball has passed the line, the referee Graham did not hesitate and blew the whistle directly.
While greeting the team doctor, he ran to Wang Xiaodong and flashed a yellow card above his head.
Only then did the fans let out a sigh of relief. The tense atmosphere just now made their scared hearts beat wildly.
Lampard was quickly carried off the field. Seeing his painful expression, Blues fans were sweating for him.
"Madman, he is madman, he is a devil!"
The magic bird rushed to the fourth official and roared.
"Don't you see? That's the worst foul!"
"Why do you favor him?"
"Just because he is a child?"
"Q Timo's child, do you know what the warlords in the Middle East said?"
"A bullet fired from the hands of a child is more deadly than a gun fired from the hands of an adult!"
"He is a butcher! He should be given a red card! A red card!!!"
Mourinho's roar went straight to the sky, accompanied by Lampard's painful groans, echoing in the sky above White Hart Lane.
On Tottenham's side, the team doctor performed an emergency hemostatic bandage on Wang Xiaodong.
The fragments of the lens that Wang Xiaodong had just crushed scratched Wang Xiaodong's arms and hands, making Wang Xiaodong's whole arm look dripping with blood, which was really scary.
"Dong, I just disinfected you temporarily, but I don't know how deep your wound is. If the wound is very deep, in your current state, I'm afraid the wound will not heal at all. Maybe you will be running, Shock due to excessive blood loss..."
Before the team doctor finished speaking, Wang Xiaodong stood up, pointed at his exposed biceps and said, "Do I look like a guy who could faint at any time?"
"Or do you want Tottenham to fight with 10 men?"
