"Winter's free kick!"
"Oh my God, what a free kick!"
"It was just a beautiful rainbow on the Arsenal wall."
"No matter how many times you watch a goal like this, you will never get tired of it!" the on-site commentator said with an intoxicated look.
Wang Xiaodong's Rainbow Bridge completely ignited the passion of White Hart Lane. The fans of the home team raised their arms in the air, looking forward to the team's comeback.
In the broadcast room, after the initial excitement, Zhan Jun sat back down.
Having loved football since he was a child, he knows very well how difficult the game is.
The arc should not only fly just past the far corner of the wall, but also turn back into the door frame. And the ball speed cannot be too slow. If it is too slow, even the opponent's goalkeeper in the blind spot will be able to react.
Wang Xiaodong not only really kicked such a difficult free kick, but it also had the best effect.
Almunia's brain kept judging that the ball could not fly into the door frame, and his body movements also slowed down.
But in the end, the ball not only hit the lower edge of the crossbar, but also fell into the goal line.
For the young Arsenal goalkeeper, facing such magical footwork, he can only "look at the ball and sigh".
After a simple celebration, Wang Xiaodong ran back to his own half with his teammates.
After all, for Tottenham, at least two goals have to be scored.
"The Tottenham players were united. After Wang Xiaodong pulled back a goal, they did not waste time in celebration. Instead, they quickly returned to their own half and were ready to fight." Huang Jianxiang nodded in praise through the microphone.
At this moment, Arsenal's defensive players are also encouraging each other. After all, even if the game is tied, it is also a win.
"It doesn't matter, it's just that Dong is too cunning. Who would have thought that he deliberately committed a foul in that place?" Gilberto Silva comforted his teammates, "Take your time, try to win the ball, and then we will control the ball."
"That's right, just pay attention next time, keep an eye on your position, and be more decisive when it's time to commit a foul." Traore also patted his chest to encourage the defense.
The appearance of this goal was like putting Mentos in Coke, which quickly caused a strong chemical reaction throughout Tottenham.
Why did the coach send Dong to play?
Aren’t you just here to score goals?
Now that the goal has been scored, what are you waiting for?
Keep up the good work and win another victory!
The players from both sides, who mustered up their fighting spirit, started a fierce battle in the midfield, and some collisions that only belong to the Premier League also occurred frequently.
Fans from both sides cheered, and the North London derby returned to its original state.
In the 66th minute, Arsenal players passed the ball in the midfield.
Due to Davis's grab, Gilberto's cross pass was a little quick.
As soon as Denilson got into position, the ball slipped away from his feet. The young Brazilian subconsciously turned around and chased the ball.
But what he didn't expect was that just one meter away from the ball, another white figure rushed forward without warning, stretched out his legs and walked away with the ball.
At this moment, Denilson was running towards the sideline, but Wang Xiaodong suddenly appeared and was dribbling the ball towards the frontcourt.
Seeing that the ball was about to be taken away by his opponent, Denilson followed up with a kick in desperation. At the only moment when the two could collide, the Brazilian threw his body as hard as he could.
Bang!
Denilson, who was rushing to tackle, slammed into Wang Xiaodong's waist, and his right leg was just in front of Wang Xiaodong's left leg carrying the ball. Not only that, the outstretched right foot also kicked the tip of Wang Xiaodong's right shoe that was raised while running.
Although the ball was kicked forward by Wang Xiaodong first, the collision to this point was enough to stop Wang Xiaodong.
But the next second, Wang Xiaodong twisted.
The right foot that landed quickly landed firmly on the turf as support, and the left leg that quickly retracted brushed against Denilson who slid away due to inertia.
Wang Xiaodong just staggered a bit. When he bent to the left extreme, he used his left hand to support himself, and his body miraculously straightened up again.
Just like that, Wang Xiaodong, who had been completely violated, caught up with the ball again and rushed towards the frontcourt.
Seeing this, the gun fans in the visiting team's stands immediately exploded.
"Fake! Dong, damn Dong, won't you fail like this?"
"Then what did the previous free kick count?"
"A guy who kills a thousand swords, how dare you say that the fall in front was not a fake fall?"
"God, punish this dishonest guy. Damn Dong, he actually learned how to dive!"
In the ESPN studio, Huang Jianxiang's eyes lit up.
"So strong!"
"Wang Xiaodong's body is as strong as a cow!"
"That's right, Wang Xiaodong's lower body is so stable. He never falls when he should stand, and never holds on when he should lie down." Zhan Jun echoed from the side, "Wang Xiaodong has now grown into a A reliable midfielder.”
This time, Wang Xiaodong, who rushed to the penalty area, did not choose to pass the ball, but took a flying kick himself.
Kolo Toure stepped forward desperately and blocked Wang Xiaodong's long shot with his body.
It wasn't until the ball was blocked by Toure that the referee's whistle came belatedly.
As the camera turned, the fans in front of the TV discovered that Delnissen, who had just made a tackle, hadn't gotten up yet.
"Oh my God, what happened to Denilson?"
"You're not injured, are you?"
"No way?"
Two Arsenal doctors quickly came forward with a stretcher. After checking, they worked together to lift Denilson off the court.
Seeing Denilson groaning on the stretcher, the fans' understanding of Wang Xiaodong reached a new level.
"I thought this matter was over, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect that Denilson himself was injured." Looking at the replay on the screen, Huang Jianxiang sighed.
"Yes!" Zhan Jun nodded, "Denilson's tackle just now was as if his whole body was thrown onto Wang Xiaodong by a machine."
"But who would have thought that the person who was tackled was not seriously injured, but the person who made the tackle was carried off the field."
"The Chinese team has such a midfielder, even Li Tie and Zheng Zhi have to step aside!"
After Denilson was carried off the field, the camera found Wang Xiaodong again.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong was gargling his mouth with the mineral water on the sidelines. Martin Joel on the side was spitting out lotus flowers and kept saying something to Wang Xiaodong.
"Martin Joel is also anxious now. He must be reminding Wang Xiaodong not to get hurt."
"Don't forget, Wang Xiaodong played with an injury today, and his ankle hasn't completely healed yet!"
"Yes, Wang Xiaodong worked too hard." Zhan Jun nodded, "But today I have completely seen how terrible Wang Xiaodong is in the Premier League. So far, I only remember Chelsea's DeRo Ba knocked Wang Xiaodong over."
Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun chatted a few more words about Wang Xiaodong's iron body, and the game returned to normal track.
"A player like Dong has a bright future!" The commentator at White Hart Lane gave Wang Xiaodong the highest praise.
In the stands, many scouts from other leagues were firmly focused on Wang Xiaodong, writing and drawing in their notebooks.
If the beast Wang Xiaodong can excel in the Premier League, then in La Liga or Serie A, who else can break through his defense?
After the restart, Tottenham threw the ball directly to the Arsenal defender. Traore also knew the rules. He drove directly to the frontcourt with a big kick and gave the ball back.
Even in a derby, some rules in football still need to be followed.
After the fans from both sides applauded each other, the shouts became distinct again.
The most obvious one is Wang Xiaodong. Once Wang Xiaodong dribbles the ball in the midfield, the fans in the visiting team's stands burst into boos.
Even in an away game, the boos from thousands of people can reach a certain scale.
Especially when Wang Xiaodong was shooting, every time Wang Xiaodong got out of the way, the gun fans behind the goal shouted, interfering with Wang Xiaodong's shot.
Over and over again, after Wang Xiaodong kicked the ball away a few times, these gun fans became even more reckless.
"Hahaha, come on, come on and cum!"
"What's so great!"
"Keep jerking off!"
"Didn't you shoot accurately?"
"Come on, come on me!"
The Gunners fans behind the goal were like circus clowns. Whenever Wang Xiaodong dribbled the ball through half court, they stood up and twisted their waists to disturb Wang Xiaodong's mood.
In the 74th minute, another long-range shot from Wang Xiaodong hit Traore's waist and bounced out of the baseline.
Seeing this, the gun fans taunted loudly and loudly, and laughter continued to come from behind the goal.
"Dong, aren't you waiting outside?"
Robbie Keane asked casually in the penalty area.
"D, these guys are watching out for me! The last few corner kicks were all big-footed clearances, and I had no chance at all outside. Why not come in and squeeze in, just in case I create some space for you."
Before he finished speaking, several Arsenal players came over and squeezed the Tottenham players in the penalty area into sandwiches.
Bell waited in the corner kick area for a long time, and the players on both sides of the penalty area were also swinging back and forth.
At the referee's signal, the players from both sides finally stopped pulling and stood in the penalty area waiting for athlete's foot.
After hearing the whistle, Bell couldn't wait to kick out to prevent the players from making any more mistakes in the penalty area.
In the penalty area, the thieving Bulgarian Footballer stretched out his hands and quickly pushed away Kolo Toure in front of him. With the help of the backlash, Berbatov ran two steps toward the back post and then jumped high, using his bald head that almost turned into a Mediterranean to touch the ball first.
"Get it off, get it off!!!" Almunia, who was nailed to the goal line, shouted "helplessly".
As soon as he finished speaking, Berbatov's header was pushed towards the front post. There, the bald Senderos pulled Wang Xiaodong's jersey tightly, dragging him behind him.
At this moment, Campbell's successor is like the tire tied to Hercules' waist. Although it is clumsy and heavy, it actually does not hinder him at all.
Seeing that the ball was about to hit the goal post, Wang Xiaodong rushed to the goal post and swiped his foot horizontally outward. The ball fell on the outside of the instep of his right foot and rubbed against the post. Wang Xiaodong swept it into the net.
Hiss~~~~
The goal that appeared in an instant brought an abrupt end to the boos from the Gunners fans behind the goal.
There were also some unresponsive gun fans who kept funny expressions on their faces and made embarrassing movements with their bodies. But at the moment when Wang Xiaodong scored, the clowns became themselves.
The gun fan at the bottom saw Wang Xiaodong sprinting to catch the ball, and he stood up and extended his middle finger, adding an international greeting.
But as Wang Xiaodong scored, his expression instantly turned petrified, and his open lower lip retracted to cover his lower teeth.
"F..."
Seeing the opponent's provocative expression, Wang Xiaodong, using his inertia, stopped directly in front of the opponent, raised his chin, and stretched out his two middle fingers.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong didn't say anything, but his expressions and actions had clearly demonstrated his attitude.
Robbie Keane, who originally wanted to rush over to celebrate, was startled, and quickly ran a few steps to Wang Xiaodong, hugged him, and pressed down his arms.
"Dong, I can't do it, I can't do it..."
The other team members were also frightened by the "evil" Wang Xiaodong. They rushed forward one by one, pressing their arms and pinching their cheeks, for fear that Wang Xiaodong would say something "earth-shaking".
Wang Xiaodong, who had his cheek pinched, was naturally not happy. After trying hard to get rid of the restraints of his teammates, he looked at Senderos, who was kneeling on the ground behind him and sliding his jersey all the way. He asked contemptuously: "I have already scored, you." Why are you dragging me along?"
