"Winter start run-up..."
"His explosive power is outstanding, and he can speed up in an instant..."
"His right foot hit the ball hard, and he shot a powerful and heavy free kick..."
"Oh my God, the beams...the whole door frame is shaking!"
Looking back at the trembling goal, the Pharmaceutical Factory players were stunned. The fans in the stands showed no expression, as if their souls had been taken away.
Damn it!
Is this a human shot?
Are you sure it wasn't fired from a cannon barrel?
The visiting team's Bai Baihe fans were much calmer and looked at the Germans on the other side with disdain.
I just like how you have never seen the world!
Even if Ballack is here, he may not be able to take such a free kick, right? !
However, shock comes as a shock, and the lack of a goal still left Bai Baihe fans a little disappointed despite being proud.
"It would be nice if Dong Zai played lower down."
"No! If Dong kicks lower, there will be an accident!"
"Yeah, it's better to be kicked in the head than in the body. Maybe the other side will put you on a stretcher!"
Wang Xiaodong used three free kicks to achieve a deterrent effect, and the pharmaceutical factory players no longer dared to foul easily.
Hans Barth retrieved the ball and placed it on the goal line.
He looked at his teammates around him, hesitated for a moment, and then took a flying kick and kicked the ball forward.
"Keep that damn ball away from me!" Bart roared in his heart.
"I don't want to be kicked to pieces by such a free kick!"
Since Kahn and Lehmann, Germany's goalkeepers have lost their former "temper".
It's not that they are not domineering, but after losing the deliberately created intra-squad confrontation in the team, the goalkeeper's mood has calmed down.
In this way, when facing the opponent's attack, the goalkeeper will no longer reprimand his teammates and urge them to defend like Kahn.
But if you don’t say it, who knows what you think?
Now Tottenham have become keen on creating free kicks. Even if it is a flop, it may arouse the referee's sympathy.
After Wang Xiaodong's third kick hit the door frame, two fast players, Bell and Lennon, worked even harder. This is not only the tactical plan formulated by Martin Joel, but also creates free kick opportunities for Wang Xiaodong.
After kicking three times in a row, my toes must be hot, right?
But in the end, it was Wang Xiaodong who solved the problem by himself.
In the 75th minute, Wang Xiaodong pressed forward into the opponent's half. After receiving a pass from teammate Murphy, he immediately played a one-two with Robbie Keane in front.
The sudden start of Wang Xiaodong immediately attracted the pharmaceutical company's defensive focus. After watching the previous video, everyone knew that this kid would be up to no good when running with the ball.
Taking into account his defensive status throughout the game, the Pharmaceutical Factory players immediately believed that it was impossible to steal the ball from Wang Xiaodong without sending two players to double-team the defense.
So Banetta and Schneider rushed towards Wang Xiaodong together, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right, trying to form an encirclement on Wang Xiaodong.
But at this moment, Wang Xiaodong suddenly stepped on the ball and looked up, as if looking for a teammate to catch the ball.
Schneider couldn't brake in time and hit Wang Xiaodong's back directly.
It was originally a normal slight collision, but Wang Xiaodong suddenly let out a wail and fell forward without hesitation.
Seeing this scene, Schneider was shocked.
Hey, hey, am I transformed into the Hulk?
Or did you take the "Weak Can't Help the Wind Pill"?
When we were defending in the backcourt, we couldn't pull you down no matter how hard we pulled. How come when we got to the frontcourt, you suddenly shattered all over the floor like a piece of glass?
Looking at Wang Xiaodong, who was holding his lower back and wailing on the ground, for a moment Schneider thought he had really injured the other person.
When the whistle sounded, the referee quickly ran over and gave Schneider a verbal warning while awarding a free kick.
The pharmaceutical company committed too many fouls in the backcourt during this period. Although it has not yet reached the point of issuing a card, the Norwegian referee felt it was necessary to remind them.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong groaning on the ground, some Bai Baihe fans in the stands couldn't sit still.
"Hey, what's going on? Why is Dong injured?"
"Yes! It looks like he's still seriously injured!"
"Did you see clearly? Dong is covering his lower back!"
"That's right, maybe it's just an inch!"
"Oh my god, how old is Dong Cai! His waist was injured? I wanted to ride on it for an hour without getting off. Is he okay now?"
Everyone turned around and saw a 36D blond beauty wearing scantily clad clothes looking at Wang Xiaodong with a worried look on her face, mouthing some harsh words that even men could not stand.
"Uh... Miss, if you are willing, I can bear the pain for Dong."
The blond girl with big waves glanced disdainfully at the beer belly of the middle-aged man who was talking to him, squinted her eyes and laughed, and said nothing more.
The greatest contempt is to ignore!
The greasy middle-aged man who had been extremely confident just now immediately retracted his seat and stopped talking.
At this moment, as the camera zoomed in, fans suddenly saw Wang Xiaodong's sudden change of expression on the big screen.
"Hey, did the referee play the card?" Wang Xiaodong asked with a wink.
Robbie Keane looked helpless. He wanted to tell Wang Xiaodong that the referee was behind him at the moment, but before he could speak, the referee's voice sounded.
"Dong, stop pretending, your acting skills are really terrible!"
"If you continue to lie down and cannot get up, then I will have to expel you from the field!"
Upon hearing the referee's warning, Wang Xiaodong immediately put his hands on the side of his head and bounced up from the ground with a carp kick, causing the whole audience to scream again.
"Oh cake buyers! Is this winter? This is winter! I can afford to use this waist for three hours, not to mention one hour!"
The blonde girl stood up and waved the towel in her hand vigorously.
"Dong! Come on!"
"Shoot it!"
"Shoot it!"
"If you can score this goal, I will let you score it too!!!"
The surrounding male fans turned away and covered their ears, not daring to look the blonde girl in the eye. The fans a little further away were aroused with the bestiality in their bodies, roaring and cheering for Tottenham.
This time the free kick was taken slightly to the left and at a smaller angle. If he still kicks a straight ball like Wang Xiaodong did before, he will most likely be blocked by the wall again.
This time, Wang Xiaodong still refused other people's requests and stood alone in front of the ball.
Just as the pharmaceutical factory was forming a human wall, Castro, who had been kicked to the penis, and Schneider, who had been kicked to the ribs, suddenly walked towards the penalty area and pulled out two teammates from the crowd grabbing points and shook their heads. Tucked into the human wall.
I've already suffered once, it's your turn this time!
Seeing Schneider and Castro's "cold feet", the fans in the stands also laughed.
If this continues, will anyone dare to stand in front of Dong?
"Hahaha, Dong, come on, try to kick them all!"
The fans who were watching the excitement and did not consider it a big deal did not consider that there was so much time and so many free kicks for Wang Xiaodong to kick one by one.
After the wall was lined up, the referee also blew the whistle to indicate that the penalty kick could begin.
Just like before, Wang Xiaodong just glanced at the goal, without hesitation at all, he took quick steps and ran to the ball in just a few breaths.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's left foot propped up in front of the ball, everyone noticed something was wrong at this moment.
"Eh? Dong's center of gravity is so low?"
"How did he do it? Isn't he afraid of falling?"
"This posture...why does it look more and more like David?"
Wang Xiaodong's body tilted to the left was like half of a butterfly's wings, exuding intoxicating anesthetic powder.
At the moment of taking action, this brand new human wall still jumped high subconsciously.
But this time, the ball flew up from Wang Xiaodong's feet with a whoosh, flew diagonally into the air, drew an elegant arc in the sky, and fell straight to the gate of the pharmaceutical factory.
Bart in front of the door only moved one step to the left, and his feet were rooted to the ground.
Whether it was the eyes or the brain, the result was that the ball flew directly away from the goal.
But reality slapped him hard.
The ball flew halfway through the air and then spun around again towards the inside of the goal. In Bart's desperate eyes, it went straight into the upper right corner of the goal.
The moment the goal was scored, the entire Bayer Arena fell silent, and everyone opened their mouths so wide that they could even stuff a goose egg inside.
Wang Defa? ? ?
Wang Xiaodong stood in the silent field, placed his right hand across his forehead, and looked ahead like Sun Wukong.
Did you get in?
In!
So what are you waiting for?
Get up quickly!
After the dead silence, Bai Baihe fans who accompanied the team were the first to get excited.
The cheers in the stands were endless, suppressing the exclamations of the pharmaceutical fans several times his size.
Fans of pharmaceutical companies are also confused.
Don't you only know how to kick a straight ball?
Don't you like to slam the door hard?
Don't you like to ravage your opponent's players?
The five of us are placed in front of you for you to "destroy", but why are you so careless this time!
How was the ball kicked?
Are you possessed by Beckham?
Andre and Sergey turned their heads and looked helplessly at Schneider and Castro in the penalty area, who was preparing to grab a point. They pointed at their safe and sound bodies with helpless expressions on their faces.
Schneider and Castro were also very angry. If I had known about this goal, I would have been in front, and I would still have a good reputation by then.
Who knows you...
"Oh my god, what did I just see? Are you sure you are wearing Tottenham No. 4 in winter and not Manchester United No. 7?"
"Isn't this David's full-moon scimitar? When will Dong also kick it?"
"Dong Ke is so secretive! At his learning speed, he might be able to kick any ball!"
"Yeah, yeah, maybe I'll kick an S-ball next time!"
Amid the exclamations of the fans, the blond girl who was full of gossip returned to her seat.
Her face was flushed at the moment, and her eyes were blurred as she looked at Wang Xiaodong, who was pinned down by her teammates.
"Oh my god, this ball can actually turn? This... who can bear this?"
