Wang Xiaodong's roar made the team doctor a little frightened. This is a master who can't pull back even ten cows. If you can smooth it along with the hair, just do it.
After hurriedly bandaging Wang Xiaodong, he ran off the court carrying the medical kit.
On the other side, the Blues doctors spent a lot of time dealing with Lampard. It was not until the magic lamp was carried off the field on a stretcher that the players from both sides returned to the confrontation.
This time, everyone's eyes turned red.
Chelsea is at a critical moment in the season. The first and second goals of the team have just suffered heavy losses. Both the players and the fans are extremely disgusted with injuries.
I'm going to White Hart Lane today. The magic lamp Lampard is here. How can the remaining players give up?
The Blues fans in the stands stood up and cursed Wang Xiaodong in the filthiest words. In their opinion, as long as Wang Xiaodong restrains his temper, Lampard will not be carried off.
"Didier, you are too kind! You should have knocked that guy so hard that he couldn't take care of himself!"
"He is just an executioner. Have you forgotten what he did to us?"
"Don't let him go, destroy him, destroy him!!!"
This group of fans is used to being domineering at Stamford Bridge. After coming to White Hart Lane, they still tried to control the game with their loud voices.
But Bai Baihe didn't give them any chance.
"Dong, come on!"
"Well done, Winter!"
"We are proud of you!"
The cheers from the home team came one after another, trying not to let the boos from the away fans interfere with Wang Xiaodong's performance.
Robinson took a flying kick and returned the ball directly to Chelsea.
However, no fans in the stands applauded, everyone was waiting for the winning goal.
Seeing the bright red on Wang Xiaodong's bandage, Davis also went crazy.
He did not hesitate to expand his running range to pull the Blues' two defensive lines, and he often traveled back and forth between the two penalty areas. For a moment, the manic boar who was omnipotent in the midfield seemed to be back.
Davis' hard work gave Tottenham's offensive momentum a surge.
In addition, Lennon and Bale were constantly pulling back and forth on the right, and the Blues midfielder without Lampard's coordination also felt tremendous pressure.
In the 80th minute, Boraluz, who was replaced by the Blues, made a defensive mistake. Robbie Keane got the ball on the left side of the penalty area and deliberately took a step forward. After leading Hilario, he passed the ball back in an inverted triangle. Defoe's shot from 8 yards in front of the goal was blocked by Carvalho, and Tottenham missed the opportunity to take the lead.
In the 82nd minute, the Blues passed a free kick from the left. Drogba volleyed in front of the small penalty area. The ball hit teammate Terry's waist, changed direction, and bounced towards the empty goal.
At the critical moment, Ledley King rushed forward desperately and cleared the ball in front of the goal line.
The Blues then took another free kick and a corner kick, all of which were cleared by Tottenham.
In the 85th minute, the team members’ explosive emotions could no longer be suppressed.
Blues captain John Terry clashed with Tottenham vice-captain Ledley King, and both received a yellow card each. However, Terry was sent off the field because two yellows turned into one red.
With less than ten minutes left in the game, the Blues will face the disadvantage of one less player.
At this point, Chelsea, who did not have the advantage, began to retreat across the board and seemed to be satisfied with a draw.
However, attentive fans discovered that even though Drogba retreated to defend, Robben has been cruising in the front position on the wing. If there is any slight disturbance, he will launch a quick counterattack.
The magic bird is still determined to win.
But Bell is not a vegetarian either.
With abundant physical strength, even if he is two positions behind Robben, the great sage who runs without the ball can still recover the defensive position.
Robben, who had been running for the whole game, no longer dared to make a forward move. He hurriedly stopped the ball and waited for other teammates to come forward to support him.
While Robben was in possession of the ball, Bale stood firmly in his position.
Chelsea's attackers did not step forward, and Tottenham's defenders did not return to position. If it is easily passed by the opponent at this time, it will definitely be a fatal blow to the team.
Robben's left and right feet are both good at shooting!
After everyone else was in position, Robben flicked Ballack and the ball rolled over.
Just as the Germans were about to turn around, the Dutch wild boar was already behind them.
No matter how Ballack twisted, he couldn't get rid of Davis' defense.
In desperation, Ballack could only choose to pass back.
The ball rolled back a few meters and then reached the feet of Wright-Phillips, Lennon's national team competitor. Before his feet could warm up, he was replaced by Magic Bird.
He is a very impactful winger, but he is not a good ball control player in the midfield.
After catching the ball, he was accidentally knocked aside by Wang Xiaodong who rushed forward.
"Hiss~~~" Phillips covered his side, and now he finally understood how much pressure Lampard was bearing throughout the game.
"Fight back! Fight back!!!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong steal the ball in this position, Martin Joel immediately yelled.
For Wang Xiaodong, there is no need for the coach to remind him in this situation.
With a bang, Wang Xiaodong, who had caught up with the ball, kicked the ball to the right.
The ball flew high over everyone's heads and hit the ground more than a meter in front of Lennon, before being caught up by the Tottenham winger.
But the next second, a shining spike broke into Lennon's sight.
In desperation, the electric mouse jumped high and allowed Ashley Cole's spikes to shovel the ball out of bounds.
This perfect opportunity to counterattack was wasted.
Feeling the touch from the soles of his feet, Ashley Cole felt relieved. This attack was finally resolved by himself in time.
When he got up and turned to look at the sidelines, the fourth official held up a number board showing "5", and the second half was stopped for 5 minutes.
"Five minutes? Maybe we have a chance to score a goal!"
Just as Cole was slipping away, the magic bird's exclamation came from behind him.
"Look at people! Look at people!!!"
The voice was full of fear, full of panic.
Looking at people?
Who looks after people?
I?
Who am I looking at?
Didn't I shovel the ball out?
What are you looking at at this time...
As soon as Ashley Cole turned his head, he saw a heartbreaking scene.
Lennon maintained a posture of throwing a throw-in ball, but the ball had already been thrown into the boundary by him, and Bell caught up with the ball like a gust of wind.
Got a big fuck! ! !
what's the situation?
What the hell is this?
Play me, right?
Where did you get the ball?
Or is it that a few seconds of my time were stolen?
I just looked at the fourth official’s stoppage time card, and I didn’t look at the beauty either!
"Fake, damn Cole, did all your energy go into your beautiful girlfriend's belly? Why did you slip away at this time?"
What came from behind was still the curse of the magic bird, but Cole had no time to think too much and got up and chased after him.
But who can catch up with Bell who has already reached his peak?
Bell, who dribbled the ball diagonally into the penalty area, only glanced at Ferreira as he advanced. Terry was not on the court, and he became Chelsea's last defender.
Facing Ferreira's defense, the Great Sage pushed lightly with his right foot, and with an ordinary change of rhythm, he shook his opponent away.
At this moment, Hilario was exposed in front of Bell like a naked virgin.
So weak, so helpless.
However, Bell showed no mercy in his ground-breaking strike, flying quickly towards the rounded corner of the goal, grazing the post and drilling into the net.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!”
"IT'S BALEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"BALE!!!!!!"
The moment Bale scored, thunderous shouts erupted throughout White Hart Lane.
Everyone was shouting Bell's name. At this moment, Bell was Bai Baihe's hero.
One, two, three...
One after another, teammates rushed towards Bell and pinned him down.
The stack of Arhats was getting higher and higher, and Bell's face at the bottom was getting redder and redder.
"Okay, let's thank the hero of this goal!" Robbie Keane helped Bell up and ran to the sideline with his teammates.
"Thank you boy, what's your name?"
"John, my name is John!" The little ball boy wearing a baseball cap and with freckles on his face was also extremely excited and shook hands with every Tottenham player cordially.
"What just happened?" Ashley Cole asked secretly.
Moreira pointed at the ball boy named John, "As soon as you shoveled the ball out of bounds, the ball boy threw the ball to Allen. You also know that the characteristics of Tottenham's two full-backs are that they are fast. While you were still in a daze, Allen had already thrown the ball."
"Shet! Damn it! It's like this!"
After understanding the cause and effect, Ashley Cole couldn't help but slap his thigh.
Now he looked at the stoppage time again, and he suddenly felt that maybe there was really not enough time.
