For fans of any club, local derbies are always the most special.
It affects the confidence, spirit, honor, status and mood of fans from both sides.
This year's North London derby is very different from previous years.
The first derby game in the league allowed Bai Baihe fans to see the trend of overwhelming their opponents.
This season, as Tottenham's strength increases, it may even be possible to meet Arsenal six times in one season.
Although it is the same opponent, the fans don't mind being stepped on by their trophy opponents every time.
Two regular encounters in the league, and now the second meeting in the League Cup. As soon as the players from both sides appeared in the stadium, the 30,000 Baibaihe fans in the stands roared.
Even though there were 6,000 reds in the visiting team's stands, this group of gun fans showed no sign of weakness. They waved their red flags and fired back at their opponents.
This was the third North London derby of the season, and even the ball boy held Lennon's hand: "Allan, kill them!"
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With the excitement of the fans at the scene, the game immediately passed through the boring trial stage after the opening, and the players from both sides broke out into fierce confrontations.
In the 4th minute, Defoe got rid of the two people and scored the ball from the right side in front of the goal. Robbie Keane was cleared by Traore in time before grabbing the point. Keane then took a corner kick and Defoe's header went wide.
In the 7th minute, Kolo Toure made a long pass, and Adebayor succeeded in countering offside, but Robinson's timely attack blocked the Nigerian's shot, and then he got up first and shoveled the ball out of the sideline for a clearance.
The attacks launched by both sides almost resulted in goals. This tense and exciting atmosphere made the fans' adrenaline rush.
To boost morale, Tottenham fans sang loudly.
Along with the singing from the stands, the rhythm on the court also became explosive.
"Lennon takes the ball! Breakthrough!"
"Not passing yet... Still dribbling the ball..."
"Taken down!"
"Even when he came to White Hart Lane, Traore did not have stage fright, but continued to show his solid defense."
"Quick free kick...Berbatov!!!"
"Cum!"
"It's a pity that the shot was a bit high."
"It was a beautiful three-legged attack and Tottenham almost got through Arsenal's goal with a quick attack."
In the studio, Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun were talking to each other, and the fierceness on the field could be seen clearly.
"Gilberto Silva!"
"A precise long ball, Van Persie is chasing..."
"The Tottenham defender also rushed up, it was veteran Davis."
"Instead of allowing Van Persie to receive the ball lightly, he broke the ball out of the touchline."
"Arsenal's throw-in was thrown to Adebayor in the middle."
"Adebayor stops the ball and gets rid of..."
"A long shot!!!"
"This ball is not suppressed~~~"
The two commentators took turns drinking water. It had only been a few minutes. Players from both sides were attacking back and forth for several times, without any time to breathe.
This is the North London Derby!
A real derby!
The players on both sides were driven by the enthusiasm of the fans. They attacked wildly and no one wanted to stop.
Facing their rivals in the same city, the players from both sides wanted to tear their opponents apart.
This was the case in the last game. The two teams couldn't control their tempers as soon as they met, and the constant fouls cut the game into pieces.
In this game, both sides were still barely controlling their tempers. After all, the biggest "thorn" was not on the court.
On the bench, Wang Xiaodong, whose foot was bandaged, couldn't sit still at all.
He promised the Olympic team members who were cheering him on to perform well for a while, but now he couldn't even get on the field. Didn't the so-called "promise" turn into bragging?
So Wang Xiaodong stood up every once in a while and walked around in front of Martin Joel.
Either he drank water himself or passed it to the teaching assistants, leaving a lot of mineral water bottles standing at the feet of each teaching assistant.
How could Martin Joel not be aware of Wang Xiaodong's thoughts, but he finally chose to turn a blind eye. No matter how Wang Xiaodong dangled in front of him, he treated him like nothing.
Seeing that Martin Joel was determined not to let him play, Wang Xiaodong was helpless.
You can't expect your teammates to end up injured, right?
After pondering over it, Wang Xiaodong, unable to sit still, turned his attention to the coaching bench opposite.
Taking advantage of a dead ball opportunity, several Arsenal players came to the sidelines to drink water.
Professor Wenger quickly walked up and told Gilberto and others to pay attention to Tottenham's midfield.
Taking this opportunity, Wang Xiaodong glanced around, and seeing that no one noticed him, he quietly walked around from behind the bench, tiptoed behind Wenger, and raised his ears.
"...Even if the young mad dog is not on the court, you can't rush forward. Our midfielder is also very weak. Everyone should guard their positions and don't foul easily."
"Use more breakthroughs from the wing, simple passes, and directly hit the opponent's penalty area."
"Today's referee's penalty was relatively strict. After all, we caused many bad conflicts with the opponent on the court in the last game..."
The professor only focused on explaining to the players in front of him, while Gilberto and others either drank water or lowered their heads to listen. They also did not notice Wang Xiaodong behind Wenger.
Until the visiting team fans in the stands noticed something was wrong and booed.
"What the hell? Why are our fans booing?"
The professor looked around blankly and soon spotted Wang Xiaodong not far behind him.
"Fake, this guy actually came to eavesdrop!" Several Gunners players on the bench suddenly gave up and rushed forward one by one and pushed Wang Xiaodong backward.
"Hey, old French man, tell me, Timo, who is the mad dog?"
"Fake! You are really not polite at all!"
"Professor is here! Is it called a beast?"
Even though three players pushed him, Wang Xiaodong still stretched his neck and roared at Wenger.
The professor frowned and pinched his temples.
He had long known that Wang Xiaodong was difficult to deal with, but who could have imagined that even if he was not on the court, he would be so angry that his temples would bulge.
Although what I'm explaining is not a high-end strategy, you won't come over to eavesdrop, right?
But after thinking about it again, I felt relieved.
Wang Xiaodong has been a restless person on the court since his debut. He goes his own way, makes his own decisions, challenges dogma, and is not afraid of power...
If someone else had done this today, the professor might have gone to the fourth official to protest.
But when he saw it was Wang Xiaodong, in addition to having a headache, the wrinkles on his face squeezed into a chrysanthemum.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong being carried back to his bench by the staff, the Olympic team members in the stands also looked at each other.
"Brother Tao, has Wang Xiaodong always been so wild?"
"Who knows." Chen Tao shrugged, "Maybe this is where they are different from us."
"Brother Tao is right, we are just too rigid. Look at Wang Xiaodong, how flexible his mind is. Even off the court, he has to find ways to help the team." Zhou Haibin praised.
"Okay, I also learned a trick this time. Next time I compete with a foreigner, I will go over and eavesdrop!"
"Tch, it's just you?" Everyone looked at Zhu Ting with disdain, "How many foreign languages do you know? Hello, do you understand what it means? What does three grams of oil mean? Please translate for me!"
After being carried back to his bench by the staff, a Tottenham assistant coach quickly came to pick him up.
"Hey, I just came over to say hello, why are you so rude?" Returning to his bench, Wang Xiaodong began to act arrogant.
"And you are still not a staff member of White Hart Lane? Why are you helping outsiders by turning your elbows in?"
Several staff members were sweating after hearing this.
One of them immediately put his finger to his mouth, "Shh~~Dong, I beg you, please stop yelling."
"Even if we help you settle the matter this time, if you do it again next time, those bastards from Arsenal will definitely attack you from the FA!"
"We are still waiting for you to score goals for Tottenham!"
"Dong, just calm down, please!"
Seeing the two staff members' earnest words, Wang Xiaodong shrugged, "Well, now that I've said that, it's my fault if I don't give you face."
"But please help me talk to the coach. He keeps refusing to send me on the field, so why should I score a woolen ball?"
At this time, Martin Joel also came behind Wang Xiaodong, nodded to the two staff members, and expressed his apology.
"Dong, you'd better stop disturbing others and quickly return to your seat. I might send you to play in the second half!"
On the surface, Wang Xiaodong hummed and agreed. After the two staff members left, Wang Xiaodong immediately changed his serious expression: "Boss, I just found out clearly that the old guy opposite doesn't dare to compete with us in the midfield easily. It’s better to...”
Before Wang Xiaodong could finish speaking, Martin Joel shook his head and said, "Dong, just sit still."
"They don't win the midfield because they know that once the midfield is controlled by them, it's time for me to replace you."
"If I were Wenger, I would stay the same as I am now."
"Arsenal don't dare to touch the midfield easily now!"
