There are many factors that can determine the outcome of a game, such as the tactical arrangements of the coaches of both sides, the atmosphere of the fans in the stadium, the referee's penalty scale, the ethereal luck, and... the personal performance of the stars.
However, for a player, the only thing he can control is the last one.
As the game came to an end, fans from both sides shouted louder and louder. Tottenham fans, in particular, are very unwilling to accept this result.
After the Blues defended for a whole game, their attention inevitably began to get distracted. Even the Cote d'Ivoire warrior, known as the Warcraft, held his knees and panted when the ball was dead.
Wang Xiaodong glanced at the penalty area and couldn't see Cech at all.
In other words, only the constantly "beating" tank cap in front of the goal line proves that the Czechs are active in front of the goal.
Mikel and Lampard, two strong men, one black and one white, stood in front of Wang Xiaodong with eager eyes. Neither Lennon nor Robbie Keane, who was running over, could stand firm.
Since you don't let me use my feet, can I do it with my hands?
Wang Xiaodong, who was behind the sideline, flicked hard and directly found the target of the pass.
Berbatov, who is 1.89 meters tall, was overwhelmed by three Chelsea defenders who were big and round, but this still did not prevent Wang Xiaodong from throwing the ball hard towards the opponent's forehead.
Bang!
Berba, who gradually became the fulcrum of the frontcourt, could not turn around at all. After reluctantly removing the ball, he immediately knocked the ball out of the penalty area.
After getting the ball, Davis did not dare to advance easily. He turned around and passed the ball back to the midfielder.
Chelsea's area in front of the penalty area is too densely populated, and there are no other directions or supporting players to choose from.
The situation in the stadium was basically like this throughout the game. As long as one Tottenham player dribbles the ball across the midfield, the rest of his teammates will be surrounded by a blue jersey wearing a blue jersey. As the players leading the ball get deeper and deeper, the space will be squeezed bit by bit until it is gone.
Lee Young-pyo, who came up from behind, stood in midfield blankly, who was he passing the ball to?
You can't turn around and pass back to the goalkeeper, right?
"Lao Li, here!!!"
With a shout, Li Ronghao saw Wang Xiaodong running back from the frontcourt.
There is no other choice.
Wang Xiaodong, who suddenly retreated to the midfield, had no other defenders around him. Li Ronghao gave Wang Xiaodong a gentle push, and the ball rolled comfortably to Wang Xiaodong's right foot.
"Chelsea's pressing in the midfield put a lot of pressure on Tottenham, and Wang Xiaodong had to retreat to the midfield to catch the ball." Huang Jianxiang described the situation on the court, "Although it is getting farther and farther away from the goal, it is only This will give you a chance to control the ball..."
"I hope Wang Xiaodong's patience can help the team get out of the predicament and pose a threat to Chelsea's goal."
Until now, everyone has seen Tottenham's shortcomings.
Tottenham's weakness is obvious, that is, until now, the team's offense and organization have been put on Wang Xiaodong alone.
Obviously, this is too much responsibility for a defensive midfielder, and it is beyond Wang Xiaodong's ability.
"This game should be used to gain experience for Dong." Looking at the still strong turtle shell, Martin Joel returned to his seat and sat down.
In less than a year, Wang Xiaodong’s progress and growth are obvious to all.
Not only did he adapt to the Premier League in half a season, but after the New Year, he completely relaxed his rhythm and was full of firepower.
What more could a player like this expect from him?
There's nothing wrong with striving for perfection, but now he's working hard.
He is still a child after all!
As soon as Martin Joel's butt touched the bench, Drogba rushed in front of Wang Xiaodong.
The Cote d'Ivoire monster is very intimidating, and his stealing and marking abilities are among the best among forwards.
"Dong, here!" Davis on the side couldn't help shouting.
However, facing Drogba's attack, Wang Xiaodong did not choose to give the ball to Davis, and did not even give Warcraft a chance to get close.
The young Chinese player pulled the ball to the right and kicked up a cloud of dust when his supporting foot lifted off the ground.
Wang Xiaodong started to speed up.
Drogba didn't expect Wang Xiaodong to open his legs at this position, and stopped after two steps.
For a center who is nearly 30 years old, this kind of defense is already very active, not to mention that he also has the responsibility of counterattack.
Wang Xiaodong chose the right wing not only to avoid Drogba, but also to avoid Ballack who was eyeing him on the other side.
This area is being defended by Lampard, and it is relatively open. You can observe the positions of other players while speeding up.
Lampard is not far in front of him, with Makélélé right behind him, Essien and Mikel further down the left.
Wang Xiaodong thought about it for a while, and followed his subconscious thoughts, switching from the right to the center.
"Other teammates are running... Can Wang Xiaodong find a suitable supporting teammate?" Huang Jianxiang asked a question that fans are worried about.
The game has reached the last ten minutes. As the core of Tottenham's midfield, the eyes of all Bai Baihe fans are on Wang Xiaodong.
As soon as Huang Jianxiang finished speaking, Wang Xiaodong gave the answer.
He chose to break through again.
Robbie Keane has started to move, and there are more and more defensive players between him and Wang Xiaodong. He no longer expects to hit the wall with Wang Xiaodong to cooperate. It is better to take the opportunity to move and help Wang Xiaodong tear the direction of the Blues, so that maybe he can keep up with Wang Xiaodong's rhythm.
And Beiba who was further ahead also understood Wang Xiaodong's meaning immediately. You must know that Wang Xiaodong didn't even look at Beiba from beginning to end.
If you want to pass the ball to his feet, wait for the opponent to raise his head again!
So when Wang Xiaodong started, Berbatov ran parallel to Wang Xiaodong's path and was ready to respond with a header at any time.
So when Wang Xiaodong rushed in front of him with the ball, Lampard immediately had some illusion: Did this kid pick me here on purpose?
Recalling the physical collision between Wang Xiaodong and Lampard in the last match, Lampard felt a toothache.
Has this guy got me?
Thinking from the most insidious perspective, Wang Xiaodong might really pick a "soft persimmon".
"Teemo, you really look down on me! Boy, just wait for me!"
Although Lampard thought so, he still took a step back and let Makelele out of the way.
Under his own judgment, the magic lamp did not face the enemy head-on, but chose to follow sideways and cooperate with Makelele behind him to force Wang Xiaodong to a stop.
Seeing that the two Blue Army generals were about to double-team him, Wang Xiaodong had no other countermeasures at all and continued to take turns touching the ball with both feet and moving forward in a straight line.
Seeing Makelele forced to three meters in front of Wang Xiaodong, Wang Xiaodong suddenly pushed forward with his right foot, increasing his speed to the extreme.
"Stuck him!"
"He's not fast!"
And anyone can see that Wang Xiaodong's kick is a bit big.
"Chelsea is closed!"
Wang Xiaodong accelerated, and Makelele and Lampard also accelerated instantly.
Taking advantage of the gap between Wang Xiaodong's last kick, the two of them joined forces to trap Wang Xiaodong behind them.
But this time, Chelsea's midfielder made a mistake.
Not only was Wang Xiaodong not locked behind the two men, he even stretched out half of his body and got stuck between Lampard and Makelele.
What do you want to do?
What do you want to do?
The two midfielders in blue glanced at Wang Xiaodong from the corner of their eyes, and the latter also showed a proud smile.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong's smiling face, Lampard secretly thought it was not good.
"Is this kid going to..."
as expected.
Wang Xiaodong, who stretched out half his body, hit hard to the right, knocking Lampard staggering.
Then another.
Bang!
Bang!
After the third consecutive impact, Lampard's steps finally became disordered and he was knocked off the track by Wang Xiaodong.
But taking this opportunity, the experienced Makelele quickly rushed in front of Wang Xiaodong.
Bending down, he caught Wang Xiaodong's movement and calculated the distance between the ball and the baseline.
"Makelele protects the ball..." Huang Jianxiang said the Frenchman's purpose, "He wants to protect the ball from the bottom line."
Wang Xiaodong was still running, but already grabbed Makelele's jersey with both hands.
The Frenchman bent over awkwardly, with his back exposed.
He was determined to escort the ball out of the baseline.
Seeing the ball getting closer and closer to the baseline, Wang Xiaodong suddenly used his left hand to pull Makelele back.
This move was extremely concealed. After all, Wang Xiaodong had already grabbed Makelele's jersey before.
The Frenchman did not expect that Wang Xiaodong would use such great strength at this moment. He leaned back and lost his center of gravity in an instant.
Seeing that Makelele was about to fall, Wang Xiaodong did not "abandon" the Frenchman at this moment and continued to attack. Instead, he used his other hand to pull back and straighten Makelele's figure.
In just two short bursts of force, no one except the two parties involved knew the process.
Makelele, who is ten centimeters shorter than Wang Xiaodong, is like a puppet on strings, being pulled back and forth in Wang Xiaodong's hands.
When the French gained a firm foothold, Wang Xiaodong suddenly jumped out from his right side. He hooked his foot in front of the baseline and actually hooked the ball back.
Looking at the ball rolling back from the left, Makelele subconsciously wanted to stretch his feet to make a clearance, but the pulling force behind him came again.
"Farke!"
This time, after Wang Xiaodong's hands left his body, Makelele immediately fell to the ground.
"Referee, foul!" The Frenchman raised his right hand.
However, the referee on duty shook his head. Maybe Wang Xiaodong's two previous strikes were considered fouls, but Makelele's fall this time was too much of an act.
"Makelele fell..." Huang Jianxiang exclaimed, "The referee didn't call, Wang Xiaodong was still dribbling the ball..."
No one expected that such a situation would occur in front of the baseline, especially Chelsea's defenders. When Wang Xiaodong dribbled the ball forward again, they reacted to outflank this side.
The first one to rush over was Bridge.
Although Terry stole his girlfriend, Bridge was still the tough guy on the court.
Wang Xiaodong did not slow down.
He seemed to have a mind of his own.
"Is he still taking it?"
"Is he going to knock on the door?"
"Has he chosen a target for the pass?"
"He...why doesn't he pass it on?"
Bridge had already thrown himself in front of Wang Xiaodong, and he was worried.
He is not worried about Wang Xiaodong shooting directly. He is worried that Wang Xiaodong will send a famous pass again and his teammates will be injured again and leave the field.
But just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly felt a cold sensation on his crotch...
Could it be...
not good!
Bridge closed his legs, but was still a step too late.
Wang Xiaodong's "magic kick" completely ignited the atmosphere on the court.
When Wang Xiaodong used a beautiful crotch pass to pass Bridge, the entire Millennium Stadium in Cardiff was boiling.
"Oooo!!!"
The fans chanted loudly.
This crotch piercing not only passed Bridge, but also allowed Wang Xiaodong to get out of the way to shoot.
So far, Wang Xiaodong has more routes to choose from.
After shaking off Bridge, Mikel rushed in front of Capital Wang Xiaodong in panic.
He had no other thoughts to think about but how to stop Wang Xiaodong.
But just before the opponent approached, Wang Xiaodong's speed suddenly slowed down.
Mikel was overjoyed.
As a tall center back with a height of 1.9 meters, what he fears most is that his opponent will eat him alive with his speed.
Now Wang Xiaodong slowed down, playing into his hands.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong step on the ball, he took the lead in stretching out his legs and trying to steal it.
However, Wang Xiaodong was faster than him. Mikel's right foot was empty and he caught nothing. But his right foot kicked a ball of air!
"Wang Xiaodong is still pulling horizontally..." Huang Jianxiang nervously stated the situation at the scene, "Pull with his left foot and give a super push...beautiful fried balls!!!"
Huang Jianxiang recognized Wang Xiaodong's extraordinary style at the first time. At this moment, like all the fans, he never expected that Wang Xiaodong would make such delicate footwork.
What a perfect double touch!
How smooth!
How silky!
Just like Dove!
Farke! ! !
Mikel was shocked. He did not expect that the opponent would immediately speed up on his first try and use a high-frequency touch of the ball in a narrow space to pass him.
You are obviously a power player yourself!
You've passed me now with such delicate footwork.
Are you worthy of your previous reputation?
Mikel was so angry that he wanted to curse.
But there was nothing he could do.
Wang Xiaodong is only seventeen years old this year. He has more room for growth and more capital to be handsome.
Theoretically speaking, it is not too late for Wang Xiaodong to play any position and try any moves. He can even re-train as a "goalkeeper".
In this way, Mikel watched helplessly as Wang Xiaodong slipped away from him in an instant, and he reluctantly retracted his foot in order not to trip him.
"Wang Xiaodong is still dribbling, still dribbling..." Huang Jianxiang opened his eyes wide and stared at the screen.
Zhan Jun on the side remained silent as he was brewing his own emotions.
What a smooth dribbling pass!
If Ronaldinho and Ronaldinho make dribbling passes like this, their conductors only find it pleasing to the eye.
But now that such a situation appears at the feet of Wang Xiaodong, who has always been bad at dribbling, it is a bit shocking.
In fact, when Wang Xiaodong touched the ball from midfield, who would have thought of the result of his single shot now?
But when he passed Bridge with a crotch-piercing pass, Cech realized that Wang Xiaodong was serious.
"What do you want to do?"
"Still want to move forward?"
"Want to go straight to Huanglong alone?"
"Stop dreaming!"
The Blues Helmet Man made a quick decision and walked out.
The saves throughout the game gave him a lot of confidence. At this moment, Cech felt that he was the savior...
Uh-huh! ! !
A gust of wind blew.
Cech, who had just taken a step forward, was stunned on the spot.
The ball grazed his face like a bullet, lifting the net behind him high.
The Czechs didn't even react at all.
The score on the timer quietly jumped to 1 to 1.
