"Oh~~my legs, my legs~~"
"Oh! No way, my leg is about to break!"
"Team doctor, team doctor!!!"
As Wang Xiaodong wailed, Tottenham's team doctor quickly rushed onto the field and lifted Wang Xiaodong off.
Such decisive handling put the referee in a dilemma.
He wanted to give a verbal warning for this ball, but seeing that Wang Xiaodong was really injured so seriously, the words came to his lips but he couldn't say them out.
If such a foul is not dealt with, Tottenham will have to report him to the FA after the game.
By then, let alone being unable to get off the stage, I might have to bid farewell to my career as a referee early.
But what if you take out the cards?
Looking at Fabregas' childish face, the referee lamented again.
why you?
why is it you again?
Under today's control, he didn't call many fouls against Arsenal.
But seeing that Tottenham's patience has reached a critical value, it's time to give a yellow card to alleviate public anger, but why is it you who committed the foul?
Seeing the faces of the Tottenham players looking to kill, the referee retreated left and right. Finally, he could not resist the pressure and showed another yellow card above Cesc Fabregas.
Dead Taoist Friends Immortal Channel, Mr. Golden Boy, I’m sorry.
After putting away the yellow card, the referee raised his hand again, and a red card was shown above Xiaofa's head.
Seeing the color of the card, Xiaofa's heart froze.
This was his first red card since playing for Arsenal, but it appeared in such a crucial North London derby.
Looking at the red card, Xiao Fa felt exhausted. If Denilson hadn't hugged him in time, the boy who had just won the Golden Boy Award might have actually sat down.
"Don't worry, Francisco, it's nothing!"
"Yes, Xiaofa, you are the hero of the team, don't take this kind of thing to your heart."
"For a football player, this happens all the time, don't take it too seriously!"
The team members came up one after another to comfort Xiaofa. Under Henry's pull, Xiaofa walked off the court with red eyes.
"Coach, I..." Seeing the kind Wenger, Xiaofa finally couldn't help it and burst into tears.
"It's okay, Francisco, you've done a good enough job!" The professor gently patted his disciple on the shoulder, "Look, the fans are applauding you!"
In the stands, gun fans from all directions clapped their hands.
In their view, Xiaofa who shoveled people off the field is not a sinner, but the hero of the team!
In the north London derby, the team needs exactly this kind of tough young man!
Wang Xiaodong was taken off the field, and Xiaofa also received a red card. The first half ended in a 10V10 battle between the two sides.
After the start of the second half, Tottenham made substitutions.
Davis replaced Wang Xiaodong and became the team's main defensive midfielder.
Seeing the wild boar wearing goggles, Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun's hearts sank to the bottom.
"Is...Wang Xiaodong really injured?"
"Through the replay, Fabregas's kick was indeed not light."
"So...how is Wang Xiaodong's situation? Will he be able to attend the next game?"
The second half has just begun, and Tottenham fans are already thinking about returning to home in the next round.
At the Emirates Stadium, although Arsenal is at home, there is one less player on the field.
Facing Tottenham's comprehensive retreat, the game could only end with a score of 1-1.
The coaches did not shake hands after the game because Martin Joel was still in the stands.
The atmosphere between the fans from both sides reached a freezing point, and security personnel had to come forward to quickly evacuate the Tottenham fans stranded in the stadium.
At the press conference, Martin Joel was filled with indignation: "I have never seen such an ugly game. This is not a glorious derby!"
"If Arsenal really takes this game so seriously and regards Tottenham as their opponent, they shouldn't use such despicable means to gain an advantage on the field."
"Dong's performance is very good, but his body is not made of iron."
"Now, he has been sent to the hospital as he wished. Is this the style of play at Arsenal? Is this what Arsenal want to see?"
"To form a derby with such a team, we ourselves will feel ashamed first!"
This time, Martin Joel was indeed extremely angry.
Standing on the moral high ground, Arsenal was completely eliminated.
After speaking, Martin Joel took the lead in leaving the press conference, citing a visit to the hospital.
The remaining reporters looked at each other in confusion, and all handed their microphones to Professor Wenger.
What else is there to say?
Wenger cleared his throat and said, "This was a difficult battle. We tied with our opponent at home with one less player."
"When they visit White Hart Lane in the next round, Arsenal will use all their strength to defeat their opponents and advance to the League Cup final!"
It's natural for you to use all your strength to advance to the finals, but do we want to hear the slogans and goals you shouted?
We want to hear your opinion on the referee's penalty in this game!
Faced with reporters approaching one after another, the professor "pretended to be crazy" and ignored the situation, forcing himself to get over the matter.
When he stood up and left the press conference, reporters booed behind him.
In any case, today's Arsenal is indeed in decline, and they can no longer see the glory of 49 unbeaten league games.
...
With a "bang" sound, the door of the ward was opened from the outside.
"winter!"
"Dong, how are you?"
The team members broke into the ward and saw the layers of bandages on Wang Xiaodong's ankle at first sight.
"Dong, how could this happen? What on earth are you..." Robbie Keane frowned, and finally turned into a sigh, "Dong, you don't have to work so hard."
"Actually, it's nothing serious. No bones were injured." Wang Xiaodong shrugged and kicked in front of everyone, "The team doctor said, it's just that the swelling is a bit deep, and it will be fine after a week or two of rest. "
"A week or two? That's too much! Don't forget that it's our home court in a week."
"It's okay, I will fight when the time comes." Wang Xiaodong waved his hand.
"Dong, no, you must not force it!"
"Yes, Dong, you should take good care of your injuries during this period, and don't play football until you are healed."
Faced with everyone's dissuasion, Wang Xiaodong said a few words casually.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's listless look, Martin Joel was the first to become happy.
"Dong, I know you are a training freak. But I will give you a holiday during this period. You can take a good rest, okay?"
"Coach, I'm going to rest, but you also know that those bastards at Arsenal..."
"Stop, stop talking." Martin Joel shook his head, "We are a team and we cannot put all the burden of defeating our opponents on you."
"You just need to be responsible for recovering from your injuries. If we really need you then, I will consider sending you on the field depending on the situation."
"It's a deal!"
Wang Xiaodong stretched out his hand, but Martin Joel just smiled and did not respond.
As soon as we walked out of the hospital, Tottenham were surrounded by reporters who had been prepared. Facing the flashing spotlights, the team members protected their heads and waved away reporters' microphones.
Wang Xiaodong, who has always been known as an iron man, was actually shoveled into the hospital by his opponent. The reporters were already so hungry that they couldn't wait to stick the microphone into Martin Joel's throat and kept asking questions.
"Mr. Martin, how is Dong's injury?"
"Did Dong break any bones?"
"Will Dong still play in the next derby?"
"How long will winter take to recuperate?"
As reporters waited anxiously, Martin Joel waved his hand, took a deep breath and said, "No comment."
After saying that, he got into his private car and left the hospital.
The reporters were so angry that they stamped their feet, but they had no choice but to send the news they asked about back to the headquarters to see how their colleagues in the editorial department wrote it.
Looking at the annoyed reporters outside the window, Martin Joel suddenly realized that the London reporters paid more attention to Wang Xiaodong than even the golden boy Cesc Fabregas, the gun king Henry, and every star who played in London.
When Henry and Lampard were hospitalized, there weren't so many reporters, right?
...
Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door. Wang Xiaodong, who was sitting bored at home, welcomed his first visitor of the day.
"Raiola, if I hadn't been injured, you probably wouldn't have remembered to come see me in this life." Wang Xiaodong looked at his agent with contempt on his face.
"You're right." Raiola admitted without hesitation. "I have to come over and see for myself whether my largest business investment has been wasted."
"Then who knows?" Wang Xiaodong pretended to be limping, walked around in front of Raiola, and then sat down on the sofa.
"Looking at you like this, I know it's okay." Raiola waved his hand, "In the eyes of others, you are the representative of recklessness, but I know that you have always been a good and measured boy."
"Tch, stop flattering me like that! I still don't know what you mean?" Wang Xiaodong spread his hands, "Tell me, what endorsement do you have this time?"
"The endorsement is not a big one, but this time I will help you sign a big contract. If this time goes well, you will become the most influential player in Asia!"
"What's the meaning?"
"A Malaysian company came to me and hoped that through cooperation with us, we can get a thousand pieces of your signed jerseys every year. You know, your influence in Asia is much higher than that of Dong and Park of Manchester United. . Your injury this time has affected the hearts of many fans..."
"Wait a minute, how many did you just say? A thousand pieces?" Wang Xiaodong sat upright as soon as he heard this, "What do they think I am? A signing machine?"
"Don't be so excited, my dear Dong." Raiola smiled and took out a stack of contracts from his briefcase. "Of course I'm not asking you to sign a thousand contracts in one day. These jerseys will be given to you first. You Just write a few strokes when you have time, and they will send someone to collect it when the time comes.”
"Of course, at the press conference, you have to sign a few things in a decent manner, and let the other side's reporters take pictures and put them online to increase your credibility."
"Just do the rest as homework."
After hearing Raiola's description, Wang Xiaodong suddenly realized.
"To sum up, you saw that my foot was injured, and you wanted to squeeze the last bit of value out of me while my hand was still fine!"
"Dong, you can't say that!" Raiola laughed, "Pepsi Cola has contacted me a long time ago to ask you to shoot a new football commercial, but you are like this, can you really go?"
"I'll be fine in a week!" Wang Xiaodong said stubbornly!
"Then, within this week, we will get these one thousand jerseys!" Raiola took off the cap of his pen and pushed the contract and pen in front of Wang Xiaodong. "Hurry up and sign it. Each one costs 100 yuan!"
"Water? How much?" Wang Xiaodong was instantly shocked.
"One hundred pounds!" Raiola shrugged. "Except for taxes and my commission, the rest is yours."
"Okay, I sign, I sign!" After hearing the price, Wang Xiaodong immediately took the contract and wrote his name on it.
...
The next day, Raiola's promised jersey was delivered to his door.
Here are not only Wang Xiaodong’s Tottenham jerseys, but also the team uniforms he wore at Southampton.
According to Raiola's description, if these thousand pieces sell well, it can even be changed to one thousand in half a year or one thousand in a quarter.
This kind of signed jersey takes the quantitative route, and East Asia does have such strong purchasing power.
At noon, the door lock rang, and Vivian's figure appeared at the door.
"Honey, I heard you were injured?"
"Oh, forget it. I was so hot at the time that I was stupid and impulsive." Wang Xiaodong sat among a pile of jerseys, waving a marker in boredom.
"What's going on with these jerseys?"
"Weiwei, you came just in time, please sign a few for me! I thought this thing was easy to write, but my wrists hurt after writing more than a dozen things! If I really had those two things, I would have taken the Ph.D. exam Got it!"
"Signed jersey?" Vivian sat down next to Wang Xiaodong, took a jersey signed by Wang Xiaodong and looked at it carefully, "Forget it, Chinese characters are so difficult to write, I can't imitate them! And if the fans who like you find out that you are lying about this kind of thing, what will they think of you?"
"Oh, okay, you're right, I'll do it myself." Wang Xiaodong sighed, pulled out a brand new jersey again, and wrote his name in a flash.
"How is your foot?" The mixed-race woman picked up Wang Xiaodong's injured leg and looked at it carefully. "Little Emma just called me. She is very worried about your injury."
"It's nothing, just skin trauma and swelling. Just rest for a week and it will be fine." Wang Xiaodong said casually.
"That means you took a week off?"
"Uh...that's right, let it go for a week." Wang Xiaodong said casually.
"A week? Hehe... That's great!"
Seeing the mixed-race girl who kept licking the corner of her mouth, Wang Xiaodong was so frightened that he immediately pulled his foot back.
"Hey! Don't think too much! I have to recharge my batteries these days and give those bastards at Arsenal a good look when I recover from my injury. You can't let me get discouraged!"
"Of course I know!" The mixed-race woman raised her hands and threw her long hair behind her head. Before Wang Xiaodong could react, his legs suddenly straddled Wang Xiaodong.
"The game against Arsenal is in five days, isn't it?"
"Uh... you know quite well."
"With your body, it only takes three days to return to peak condition..."
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean?" Wang Xiaodong shrank back in fear.
"You won't go to the next game against Everton, what are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid? Who said I'm afraid? I'm a young man, what should I be afraid of?" Wang Xiaodong stiffened his neck and said.
"That's it." The mixed-race woman blinked her eyes, moved her mouth forward, and put the chewing gum into Wang Xiaodong's mouth, "Don't make any noise later. Tell me when you lose the taste. Got it? ?"
Wang Xiaodong trembled all over and threw the jersey in his hand aside.
"Fake, you damn goblin! Come on, see what you can do to me!"
