"ah!!!"
A scream.
It could be heard even from the top of the stands, and the players' wails were particularly harsh.
Wang Xiaodong's body was not made of iron. After being knocked down by his opponent from behind, a look of pain appeared on his face.
"Hey, what are you doing? Is this how Arsenal play?"
"Fake! Damn you bastard, do you want to do something behind your back if you don't have the ability?"
"I'm really disgusted by your behavior. You dare to call yourself a sign of London City like this?"
Tottenham players rushed forward and surrounded Cesc Fabregas.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong who fell to the ground through the crowd, Xiaofa's fevered mind calmed down, and his heart suddenly felt empty.
What did I just do?
Why would I do this?
Am I possessed by a demon?
As a winner of the Golden Boy Award, Xiaofa has his own pride.
Born in La Masia's youth training camp, he was born with a sense of superiority over other players. Secondly, he moved to a top team like Arsenal at a young age and became the main player, which made Fabregas's name resound throughout Europe.
He is good at football, good-looking, and a top student. Such a handsome young man was highly anticipated and received the Golden Boy Award as he wished.
It was supposed to be a great time for him to make contributions to the team, but he encountered a fool like Wang Xiaodong at his doorstep.
Every time he fought with Wang Xiaodong, Xiaofa felt that his power was useless.
I used the cow's tail to get past you, but you used your body to snatch it back;
I use my speed to break through you, and you use your body to get back;
I passed you with a one-two, but you still used your body to get it back.
In terms of the use of his body, Wang Xiaodong is a typical one-hit wonder. Even Chelsea, who had the best bus, was knocked around.
Such a powerful player actually gave Xiaofa the feeling of "how can one be brilliant when one is good".
"Go away and keep your dirty hands away!"
"We're just treating you the same way!"
"Isn't that how you played football before?"
The other Arsenal players also gathered around, protecting Xiaofa behind them.
They don't have the pretentiousness of Xiaofa. This is the North London Derby, and the method that can defeat the opponent is a good method!
Players from both sides pushed each other, and the referee ran over to check Wang Xiaodong's injury and showed Xiaofa a yellow card on his head.
"Winter, are you okay?" Robbie Keane asked with a worried look on his face.
Wang Xiaodong endured the pain and touched his ankle and calf back and forth, then twisted his ankle on the spot and spat: "Damn guy, he exposed the nail on his shoe!"
After hearing this, the team doctor hurriedly took off Wang Xiaodong's socks, and the area near the Achilles tendon was stained red with blood.
The Achilles tendon supports the entire body weight and is a very fragile part of the human body.
There are red spots here, but the roots are not damaged, which shows that Wang Xiaodong's luck is overwhelming.
After the restart, Wang Xiaodong took the ball forward and launched the first attack against the Gunners.
To knock someone down and to be knocked down are completely different emotions. Especially after being knocked down by a "weak chicken" in his eyes, Wang Xiaodong felt very unhappy.
No matter how much he bullied Xiaofa in terms of strength, he never let go of the shovel behind him.
This guy just put his foot behind him, but he almost killed himself!
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaodong stiffened his instep and suddenly took off his foot nearly 30 meters away from the goal.
Fortunately, Lehmann was focused and made a sideways dive to block the long shot.
But the alarm in front of Arsenal's goal was not lifted. Berbatov was like a hound that smelled the target. After Tottenham took a corner kick, he suddenly flashed in front of Senderos in the penalty area and headed the ball hard.
Uh-huh!
Looking at the ball flying in the air, Lehmann raised his whole body in the air, struggled with his fingertips, and barely pushed the ball to the top net.
Still a corner kick.
Bell once again stood at the corner kick, looked at the position of his teammates and then made a pass with his left foot.
This time, the Monkey King kicked a high-altitude ball, which was pushed onto Kolo Toure by Robbie Keane and rolled out of the baseline again.
Tottenham took three consecutive corner kicks, making the professor's hands shake again.
He kept pulling the zipper up and down, and when he saw the ball flying close to the Gunners penalty area again, he felt that his heart was going to stop.
Damn football!
Even the coach of England's top giants couldn't help but get excited when he saw such a fierce offensive and defensive battle.
Football is round and no one knows what will happen next.
This time, it was the bald Senderos who saved Arsenal's goal!
As Campbell's "successor", the Swiss youngster is only 22 years old this year and is in his prime.
Although he made frequent mistakes in the battle with Wang Xiaodong and Drogba, the Swiss bald man was more than enough to deal with other forwards.
This time, he did not let the Bulgarian Footballer of the Year get in front of him again. Instead, he stretched his head and pushed the ball over the baseline.
"Watch your own people!"
"Watch people, don't miss anyone!"
"Push him out!"
"Don't let him in again!"
Senderos' header once again aroused the enthusiasm of Arsenal's defenders. After all, their defense actually allowed the opponent to take 4 corner kicks in a row.
This time, Lennon walked to the other corner flagpole, and Tottenham switched sides to take the corner kick.
The Electric Mouse is also very nervous. Although continuous corner kicks have a high probability of scoring goals, the offensive players will also tense up due to the continuous attacks and relax at the moment of transition between offense and defense.
After Lennon found the target, he just raised his right arm and quickly rushed to the ball.
boom!
The ball flew in a straight line in the air without much arc, flying straight to the penalty spot.
In the penalty area, the handsome Berbatov saw the gap and withdrew forcefully. After getting rid of his opponent's pull, he quickly ran to the ball and headed the ball hard.
However, under the interference of Traore, Berbatov's header did not go too far, but bounced straight up and down.
"Get out of my way, mine!"
Ignoring Senderos's yelling, Malbranque gritted his teeth and rushed to the ball, trapping Senderos behind him with his body.
Pa~~~
In this aerial challenge with his back to the goal, no one expected that the ball would hit the back of Malblanque's head and fly backwards.
By the time Lehmann reacted, the ball had already flown away from his fingertips and headed towards Arsenal's empty goal.
Seeing this scene, the hearts of the entire Chiefs were raised. The gun fans clenched the fabric on their chests and stared at their own goal without blinking.
At the critical moment, a thin figure suddenly jumped onto the goal line.
He is not tall, but is extremely fast and agile.
Seeing that the ball was about to fall into the net, Walcott jumped high, his back almost parallel to the ground. In this case, the little tiger straightened his back, swung out his right leg, and hooked the ball out of the air that had already crossed the goal line.
Seeing this, the professor exerted force with his right hand, and the zipper was pulled directly to his neck as if it had been greased.
"Theo, you saved me beautifully!" The professor fiercely pulled the zipper off the skin below his neck, not caring about the pain of pinching the flesh, and the expression on his face was ecstatic.
Not only Wenger, but all other gun fans also breathed a sigh of relief. Malbranque's header just now almost scared them to death.
Pa~~~
All the gun fans in the audience subconsciously stretched out their hands and applauded Walcott's crucial save. But what I didn't expect was that the applause stopped suddenly, as if someone pinched the neck, before it could thunder.
Walcott's overhead kick was powerful and he kicked the ball directly out of the penalty area.
But when everyone's eyes followed the ball and turned outside the penalty area, a familiar figure appeared in the center of the screen.
"winter?!"
"It's winter!!!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's posture, even a fool could guess what he was going to do.
"Let me in!!!"
Wang Xiaodong, who rushed to the ball, gritted his teeth and raised his right leg to hit the ball hard.
boom!
The tight instep and the surface of the ball produced a loud noise, like a muffled thunder falling on the court.
The flying ball turned 180 degrees in an instant and flew towards the goal again. The Gunners fans standing behind the goal subconsciously leaned back and fell down on their seats.
Pulled by the net, the blue and white ball finally lost all its strength and fell to the ground.
In an instant, the sound of violent wind and rain came from the distance, and the storm quickly swallowed up the fans in the home team's stands.
More than 50,000 gun fans at the Emirates Stadium collectively lost their voices!
Wang Xiaodong opened his mouth wide, and the anger in his chest was swept away.
"What are you looking at?"
"Have you never seen 'Dongxi Group'?"
