Uh-huh!
Uh-huh! !
Uh-huh! ! !
After scoring, Wang Xiaodong rushed to the sidelines and performed three somersaults in front of the home team fans.
After the last somersault landed, Wang Xiaodong lifted up his jersey and kept beating his eight-pack abs.
"Hey, sissy!"
"Did you see it?"
"This is power!"
"This is strength!!!"
Such unscrupulous celebrations attracted even greater boos for Wang Xiaodong.
But who cares?
I just want to make you home team fans unhappy. I just want to see your expressions of wanting to bite me but there is nothing I can do about it.
This is the North London Derby, not the aid station!
"1-0, the visiting team Tottenham won first!" Zhan Jun's tone was obviously excited, "Arsenal's offensive was like a tide, with four consecutive corner kicks, the Arsenal goal was breathless."
"Although Walcott made a wonderful goal-line save at the last moment, who would have guessed that this would become another classic for Wang Xiaodong!"
"I'm sure that this goal will definitely become the top ten goals of Wang Xiaodong's career. Of course, I can't guarantee whether he can score more beautiful goals in the future."
Huang Jianxiang obviously prefers to praise Wang Xiaodong, "Of course!"
"Wang Xiaodong has entered so many world waves that I can't even count them all, and every one of them is extremely exciting!"
"In fact, Wang Xiaodong's ability to hit such a shot from outside the penalty area has nothing to do with the defensive players."
"No one expected that the ball would be kicked directly back by Wang Xiaodong."
"Is it because Wang Xiaodong and Walcott worked well together when they were at Southampton? Or do the two of them have a tacit understanding?"
"Anyway, Wang Xiaodong's kick gave Arsenal a disincentive."
After the 1-0 restart, the atmosphere on the court changed again.
As if to "do it right" with Wang Xiaodong, after he scored the first goal, Arsenal's midfielder stepped up his interception against him.
"Denilson, the Brazilian knocked down Wang Xiaodong again." Zhan Jun shook his head repeatedly, "Wang Xiaodong's goal made the Arsenal players angry. These are all intentional fouls against Wang Xiaodong."
"Being too excited or too nervous is not enough to explain the current situation. In fact, it is more like the home team's irritation."
"I didn't expect Arsenal, who have always longed for gorgeous football, to play so ugly!"
Before he finished speaking, Baptista once again reached out and pulled down Wang Xiaodong, who had run away from him for most of his body.
Regardless of whether you have the ball at your feet or not, even running positions will not make you comfortable!
"Hey, Mr. Referee, this is not the first time." Robbie Keane angrily came to the referee Mark and put pressure on him. With so many fouls, he should be given a yellow card!
However, Van Persie explained for his teammates: "It was just an ordinary pull, he didn't use too much force. Look, when your players were defending me, they almost pulled my sleeves off, and I didn't say anything." "
"That's right, with Dong's body, if he can fall down even with such a little tug, I'm beginning to seriously doubt whether he fell down!"
This is the Emirates, the home ground of Arsenal.
After the referee Mark lowered his head and listened to the complaints from the players on both sides, he said to Baptista with a dark face: "You, there will be no next time, this is your last warning!"
"Fake!!!" Seeing another verbal warning, Robbie Keane threw Berba's hand away with hatred, turned around and walked towards Wang Xiaodong on the ground.
"Dong, I'm sorry, this is Arsenal's home ground, so..."
"It's okay, captain." Wang Xiaodong held Robbie Keane's hand, and the two men's jaws locked together. Wang Xiaodong stood up from the ground.
"There is an old saying in China that you are on the first day of junior high school and I am on the fifteenth day. Captain, you don't need to understand the meaning of these two numbers, but I will let them know that White Hart Lane in a few days will definitely be their big day. The burial place of some people!”
"Dong, calm down, don't get too carried away!" Seeing the hateful look in Wang Xiaodong's eyes, Robbie Keane quickly patted the back of his head, for fear that his main midfielder would not be able to control his temper.
"Don't worry, Captain, I've grown up!"
"Grown up?" Looking at Wang Xiaodong's leaving figure, Robbie Keane shrugged, "Well, he is indeed big!"
Although the players temporarily compromised, the "battle" continued off the court.
Martin Joel was never in his coaching area, but stood next to the fourth official, yelling into the opponent's ears.
"Hey, that's a flagrant foul!"
"Hey, don't you want to brag about this too?"
"I really don't understand where the Football Association invited you from. Do you really have a referee certificate?"
Hearing Martin Joel's last words, the fourth official wiped the saliva from his face, nodded and said: "Mr. Martin Joel, of course we have a professional coaching license. This is issued by UEFA after we have passed various examinations. For us. Not just England, we can even officiate events like the Champions League."
"Fake! Champions League? Which team in the Champions League do you think allows their players to do this?"
"Mr. Martin Joel, I don't know what you mean by 'their players', but I know that there is absolutely no coaching staff that would allow someone to utter foul words at the fourth official. If you insist on doing so, I have the right to You are ejected."
"Fak! Crazy, really crazy!" Martin Joel walked towards his coaching area angrily, cursing and waving his hands as he walked, "When did Arsenal learn the tricks of Manchester United? Aren't they afraid that such a home whistle will tarnish the North London Derby? Or am I too naive and always thought that the other party valued honor more than life?"
Just as Martin Joel complained, there was another commotion on the court.
This time it was still a Tottenham player who fell to the ground. Malbranque fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face.
Malbranque, who had just played a one-two with his teammates, fell to the ground before Kolo Toure made a move.
Seeing that the referee still had no intention of showing his card, the Tottenham players surrounded the referee again.
"Hey, did you see that? Foul, another flagrant foul!!!" The moment he saw his disciple fall to the ground, Martin Joel could no longer care about himself, risking being ejected and rushing to the fourth place again There was a loud roar around the officer.
"...I will remind the referee to control the situation, I promise." The fourth official said lightly, "Before that, I have to ask you to return to your position, otherwise..."
"Farke, otherwise? Otherwise you will send me to the stands?" Martin Joel roared angrily, "I know, I know, you only have this ability, this is the only ability you have!"
"Just wait, when we come to White Hart Lane, I will make you all look good!"
The angry Martin Joel was pulled back to the coaching bench by the assistant coach. At this time, Malblanque on the field also slowly got up with the support of his teammates.
"Thank God, nothing serious happened to him."
Even without seeing the team doctor, Martin Joel crossed himself on his chest.
Just five minutes after Martin Joel's outburst, Wang Xiaodong helped his teammates intercept the ball from Van Persie's feet during a defensive assist.
But just as he took a few steps forward, he was stopped by a whistle.
"what's the situation?"
"what reason?"
"What's the meaning?"
Wang Xiaodong stood there, turned around innocently, and looked at the referee.
The referee quickly ran to Van Persie, who was still not up, to check his injury.
"What did I do to him?"
"I neither pulled him nor dragged him, nor tackled him. I stretched out my foot to hook the ball away from him. Is this hurt?"
Seeing the pain on Van Persie's face, Mark immediately ran to Wang Xiaodong and took out a card from his jacket pocket that was very consistent with the tone of the game.
But this time it was not given to the home team, but to Wang Xiaodong.
Looking at the yellow card above his head, Wang Xiaodong suddenly relaxed his brows and asked softly: "Mr. Referee, do you know the result of the last referee who officiated a game like this?"
