Sophie stood in front of her seat, feeling trembling all over her body.
The entire visiting team's fans in the stands were going crazy.
They shouted wildly towards the arena.
Roaring crazily towards the field.
At one point, she even felt like she was being stripped naked and standing in the middle of the court.
The ground was shaking and the pitch was shaking.
In the torrent, Sophie felt the charm of football for the first time.
It's an infectious energy that makes people want to get involved and become crazy about it.
At this moment, I am no longer myself, but a crazy soul who shows up for football.
"Fake, what's going on? How did I become like this?" Sophie shook her head violently to recover from the excitement of the fans.
She unscrewed the mineral water bottle and poured half of the bottle of purified water into her mouth.
Only then did she calm down a little.
"Farke, I didn't expect Arsenal to be so vulnerable!"
"I didn't expect Dong, Dong..."
At this moment, when she looked towards the stadium again, all she could see was Wang Xiaodong's unshakable figure.
Men who are addicted to work are the most attractive. What if Dong’s attitude of focusing on football falls on her?
Thinking of this, Sophie unscrewed the water bottle again.
She wished she could pour the water directly over her head to quench her already flushed face.
Although the face of the handsome oriental boy is still a little immature, the lines on his face have become much firmer under the rendering of the scene.
How can any pregnant girl stand such a man?
Thinking of this, Sophie suddenly began to hate Wang Xiaodong for not knowing the style.
If you really want to see me running naked, what if I give you these two laps?
As for the remaining two rounds, I want to take them all!
...
The goals appeared again and the score exceeded again, both of which provoked the fans' nerves.
2 to 3, with twenty minutes left in the game, both sides reached the hunting moment.
When the whistle sounded, Arsenal replaced the little tiger Walcott, which meant that the team would attack wildly in the final time. Tottenham also made two substitutions in a row, all of them are defensive backcourt personnel.
"Come on, we have to score more goals!" Wang Xiaodong roared and returned to his own half with the whole team.
In the 73rd minute, Ljungberg made a pass from the right, and Henry's header from 9 meters in front of the goal missed the far post.
One minute later, Tottenham took a corner kick. Berbatov made a strong header and was hit by goalkeeper Lehmann and hit the crossbar!
Just two minutes later, the home team knocked back from the right. Fabregas tried his best to avoid Wang Xiaodong's pull, rushed to the ball and fired. This powerful volley from 28 meters away from the goal missed the upper left corner of the goal. The corner crossbar flew out of the baseline.
In the 80th minute, Ledley King fouled Van Persie and received his eighth yellow card in the game and Spurs' fifth yellow card.
According to the commentator, it seems that Tottenham's five yellow cards represent five goals. I have to say that this deal is really a good deal.
In the 83rd minute, Baptista repeatedly feinted away, and with the cooperation of his teammates, he played a smooth triangle cooperation in the frontcourt.
Seeing Van Persie diagonally entering the penalty area on the left rib, Baptista sent an anti-offside pass. The Dutchman who got the ball forward hit the crossbar with a shot 7 meters away from the goal and bounced back into the field. Henry was 4 in front of the goal. Mi Chu flew up and shot a volley with his right foot, but Wang Xiaodong, who got back in time to defend, blocked it with his body.
Watching Arsenal's onslaught one after another, and watching the numbers on the timer jumping minute by second, Gunners fans know that there is not much time left for Arsenal.
Many people put their hands together and began to pray to God.
"Merciful Lord!"
"We no longer expect to win this game!"
"As long as the players can score a goal at the last minute!"
"Just score one goal!"
"Today's shame will be repaid when we go to White Hart Lane as guests!"
"Almighty God, if you hear my prayer, please bless the arsenal and bless Arsenal."
"Amen!"
Just as the fans closed their eyes and prayed, a whistle suddenly sounded on the court.
"Beep!!!"
Before anyone could react, referee Graham pointed to the penalty spot with his whistle in his mouth.
Seeing this scene, all gun fans were stunned.
"No!"
"not like this!"
"God, that's not what we just prayed for!"
"Let us Arsenal score another one!"
"Why give Tottenham a penalty?"
In Arsenal's penalty area, players from both sides had surrounded the referees, and Berbatov, the hero of the scoring, was pulled up from the ground by his teammates.
In the replay on the big screen, Gilberto Silva made a defensive error in the middle, and Lennon's pass gave Berbatov a single chance. The Bulgarian Footballer of the Year picked up goalkeeper Lehmann with his left foot 14 meters in front of the goal, but the ball was destroyed by Kolo Toure who returned to defend.
The referee determined that Toure knocked down Berbatov during the tackle, so he awarded Tottenham a penalty kick.
"Haha? Arsenal has been attacking for so long, and at the last moment of the game, the referee actually gave Tottenham a penalty?" Huang Jianxiang in the studio was amazed.
"If this goal is scored, it will be equivalent to a death sentence for Arsenal! The result of this derby will be announced."
"That's right." Zhan Jun nodded at the side, "There is not much time left now, and injury time is coming soon. If Tottenham scores another goal, they will be two goals ahead, no matter how long the injury time is, For Arsenal today, there is almost no chance of equalizing the score."
The two Chinese commentators could understand it, and the fans at the scene could see it more clearly.
Watching Tottenham players send Wang Xiaodong to the penalty spot with a friendly "you push me", many Spurs fans sitting in the front row had tears in their eyes.
If Berba had scored the ball just now, forget it, after all, the goal only happened in a moment.
But now, the referee awarded Tottenham a penalty kick.
This is like cutting flesh with a dull knife, and the gun fans who are less able to bear it can no longer bear it, and tears burst into their eyes.
The players were cleared out of the penalty area one by one by the referee, and the stands gradually fell silent.
Looking at the silent stands, Wang Xiaodong stretched out his hand and waved to the home team fans.
"Didn't you guys keep arguing before the show started?"
"Why don't you scream now?"
"Why the north London derby sky is red."
"Did God come to my aunt?"
Although Wang Xiaodong didn't say it out loud, the meaning was reflected on his face.
Even the referee Graham urged Wang Xiaodong not to waste any more time and take the penalty kick first.
"If this goal is scored, this will be Wang Xiaodong's first hat trick in the Premier League!" Huang Jianxiang said suddenly.
Hearing this, Zhan Jun also became excited.
From General Fan and Sun Jihai to England, which player has scored a hat trick in the Premier League?
Not to mention anything else, just Wang Xiaodong's two goals today is enough to write a profound chapter in the history of Chinese football.
If this goal is scored again...
Zhan Jun didn't know how to suppress his excitement when the time came.
"Beep!"
The whistle sounded.
Wang Xiaodong, who takes the free kick, never gives his opponent too much preparation time, but this is a penalty kick. Wang Xiaodong has every reason to put more pressure on Lehmann.
Looking at the nervous eyes of the German, Wang Xiaodong grinned and slowly took the first step.
However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed in front of the ball.
With a bang, he kicked the ball into the gate guarded by Lehmann.
The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.
The fan who scored the goal raised his arms and ran towards the stands on the other side with his hands raised.
"Ahhhhhh!!! I scored, I scored!!!"
This short, thin, middle-aged man became the outlet for all visiting team fans. In him, those Bai Baihe fans who were looking forward to victory seemed to see themselves.
"Oooo!"
The shouts continued to come from the visiting team stands.
Many visiting team fans also had tears in their eyes.
12 years.
12 years!
He was suppressed and beaten by gunmen for 12 years.
This year we finally saw hope.
St. Tottenham's Day is back!
Two security guards rushed onto the court, caught up with the disruptive fan and pushed him to the ground.
At this moment, two hands patted the security guard's shoulders.
"Hey, don't be so violent to my fans!"
"Take your hands off me!"
Looking at Wang Xiaodong behind him, a security guard said seriously: "Dong, please don't interfere with our normal law enforcement!"
This is not Bailu Lane, so the security guards here naturally don’t have to give Wang Xiaodong any face.
"Just take it away if you are told, and I will put him to death!"
Wang Xiaodong said, pulling back with both hands, and the two heavily armed security guards were staggered by Wang Xiaodong.
"Dong, we won, we won!" The fans who were pinned to the ground had already fallen into madness, chanting over and over again.
"Yes, we won, of course we won." Wang Xiaodong pulled the fan who broke into the stadium from the ground, then took his arm and walked towards the sidelines.
"May I have your name?"
"Bobby! Hello, Dong, my friends call me Bobby." Bobby said with excitement.
"Bobby, congratulations on scoring a goal. You are a great contributor to Tottenham."
Looking at Wang Xiaodong's outstretched hand, Bobby quickly stretched out his other hand and shook Wang Xiaodong's hand.
Wang Xiaodong brought Bobby to the sidelines chatting and laughing, and the two security guards who were following closely behind them breathed a sigh of relief.
"Goodbye Bobby, thank you for everything you did for the team."
"Goodbye, Dong, you are the biggest contributor to this game!" After the excitement, Bobby, who was caught in the middle by the staff, turned around and shouted at Wang Xiaodong: "Dong, you are Tottenham Hero, you are the pride of our team!"
"Bye bye, don't forget to come to White Hart Lane to see naked women when you get back!" Wang Xiaodong turned his hands into a trumpet and shouted at Bobby's back.
Hearing Wang Xiaodong's shouts, countless fans in the stands smiled sincerely.
After the farce, Wang Xiaodong returned to the penalty spot.
The time has come to the 91st minute. For Wang Xiaodong, even if the goal is not scored, the 10 minutes of injury time are not important.
Tottenham had severely humiliated their opponents in the away game today. Looking at the gunners who kept their heads down and did not dare to look at the fans, Wang Xiaodong simply did not believe that these guys with no fighting spirit would score another goal.
Uh-huh!
Under Wang Xiaodong's push, the ball hit the net.
Goalkeeper Lehmann misjudged the direction and the ball stuck to the turf and went into the blind corner of the goal.
Wang Xiaodong, who had completed his hat-trick, was once again surrounded by teammates who jumped on him. Lennon and Bale kept jumping on Wang Xiaodong.
"Hey, did you see it?"
Wang Xiaodong stood there and shouted at the Arsenal fans behind the goal.
"From today onwards, the sky over the North London Derby will always be white!!!"
