Perhaps it was the disallowed goal that caused dissatisfaction with the home team, or perhaps it was the clamor of the visiting fans that made Tottenham feel angry.
In short, in the next ten minutes, Arsenal's goal was tested like never before.
In the 15th minute, Berbatov hit the middle. Wang Xiaodong missed the pass because he ran too fast. Malblanque behind him met the ball and missed the long shot from 30 yards in the middle.
In the 21st minute, Lennon made a direct pass from the wing. Berba, who was in an offside position, tapped the penalty area. As soon as Robbie Keane got the ball, the referee's whistle blocked the attack.
In the 27th minute, Wang Xiaodong passed the ball in front of the penalty area. Berbatov received the ball and knocked it across. The great Saint Bell volleyed from 16 yards on the left side of the penalty area.
Just one minute later, Bell's breakthrough in the middle was tackled by Gilberto Silva. Wang Xiaodong's free kick from 30 yards went directly over the crossbar.
Although there was no goal, Tottenham's series of attacks and shots still scared the visiting team fans into cold sweats.
Liverpool is watching behind them.
This team, known as the toughest team in the world, often shows off its powerful ability to survive at the last moment.
Speaking of which, Liverpool is indeed an interesting team.
As the former king of the old English League One, after being dethroned by Ferguson, the Premier League aims to win the league every season, and is also one of the favorites to win the championship.
But more than ten years have passed, and Liverpool has yet to win a Premier League championship.
Not only that, this team known as the "rich team" always lags behind in various ways in the first half of the season, and then catches up in the second half of the season, as if it will not play unless it falls behind.
It is true that they staged a miracle in Istanbul in Turkey in 2005, but if it is not necessary, which team is willing to fall behind so far?
This happens so many times that, in the eyes of outsiders, the Liverpool team looks more like a team that likes to be a "director."
No one will underestimate this team in red robes, especially with the last few rounds of the season left. For Arsenal, who have the same points as the Red Army, any point may cause them to lose their qualification for the Champions League next season.
Therefore, in order to score points against Tottenham, Arsenal tried their best and had to attack.
However, after attacking the frontcourt, a scene that puzzled the fans appeared.
Arsenal's starting forward Adebayor disappeared directly in the Tottenham penalty area, and Rosicky was unable to stand at all in the frontcourt. Ljungberg and Hleb couldn't control the ball for too long after receiving the ball, and in the end they had no choice but to pass back.
For a time, the entire Arsenal team was like "touring". After arriving at Tottenham's half, they circled around and then passed the ball back.
"Oh, Arsenal's kicks are really ugly!"
"Yes! Why don't you bring Francisco on? The goal he scored against Manchester City last time was quite beautiful!"
"Alas, he is still too young and has not yet fully grown up to become Arsenal's absolute main force."
"That's not right! Tottenham's winter is smaller than Francesco's. Why can he be the main player at Tottenham?"
"Hmph! What kind of bad team is Tottenham? What kind of team do we have at Arsenal? Can this be compared?"
Until now, gun fans still maintain this inexplicable sense of superiority.
As everyone knows, since Vieira left the team two years ago, Arsenal's peak has been gone forever.
Just when Arsenal's forwards were all invisible, Wang Xiaodong suddenly accelerated and knocked Gilberto Silva away from the side.
Within one second after stretching his legs to get the ball, Wang Xiaodong used a simple and practical acceleration breakthrough to get rid of Gilberto's on-the-spot counterattack.
As Arsenal's on-field captain, the Brazilian is also helpless.
He is the first player to bear the brunt of Wang Xiaodong's "mad dog" style of play. If even he couldn't withstand Wang Xiaodong's first "criminal" press, who else could control the ball under such a steal?
After the ball was broken, Diaby on the other side quickly moved toward Wang Xiaodong aggressively. Judging from his indomitable momentum, he seems to be facing off against Wang Xiaodong!
"Haha, good time!"
What Wang Xiaodong is best at is having fierce physical confrontations with defenders. He knows that in this situation, it is difficult for the second defender to intervene. He can make full use of his body and strength to control the rhythm and let the defenders control the rhythm. The opponent had the illusion that "if you push harder, you can knock me away", and then took the opportunity to continue dribbling the ball forward.
So when Wang Xiaodong pursed his lips and continued to move forward, the gun fans were cheering for Diaby, hoping that the 1.91 meter French black and tough man could push Wang Xiaodong aside.
"Stop dreaming!"
The corners of Wang Xiaodong's mouth turned up slightly as he ran, and while he pushed Diaby hard with his shoulder, he continued to speed up.
He can still do a good job dribbling the ball without a defender in front of him.
"Wang Xiaodong's speed has increased, and Diaby can't do anything to him!" Seeing this, Huang Jianxiang, the winter whistle, hurriedly raised his voice, "We have reached thirty meters in front of the goal, and this is already within Wang Xiaodong's shooting range. Now it depends on whether he chooses to shoot by himself, or whether he should continue to move forward and look for more suitable opportunities..."
Just when Huang Jianxiang said "keep moving forward," Wang Xiaodong's left foot had already completed the volley action.
Maybe Wang Xiaodong is not a two-touch player, but when it comes to shooting, what Wang Xiaodong can do with his right foot can also be done very well with his left foot.
"Whoosh!"
The ball kicked away by Wang Xiaodong went straight to the Gunners goal, escaped Lehmann's fingers, and entered the upper left corner of the goal.
"The ball went in blah blah blah blah!!!" Huang Jianxiang shouted immediately: "Wang Xiaodong, it is Wang Xiaodong who scored the goal!"
"Wang Xiaodong scored his 8th goal in 4 North London derbies this season!"
"A total of 8 goals, an average of two per game!"
"Wang Xiaodong is truly a North London killer!"
"With Wang Xiaodong here, the sky in the North London Derby will always be white!!!"
Amid Huang Jianxiang's roar, Wang Xiaodong was also extremely excited after scoring the goal.
He led a group of teammates to the nearest stand and seemed to be discussing something in front of his teammates.
Amid the astonishment of the fans, Robbie Keane, Berbatov, Marblanco and others stood in a row in front of Wang Xiaodong.
The five people remained motionless, as if they were forced to stand in a military posture.
As fans speculated on what this meant, Lennon bent over with a grimace and wrapped his hands around his ankles. In front of tens of thousands of fans at the scene, he shrank himself into a ball in front of Wang Xiaodong.
Um? ? ?
What does this mean?
However, the next scene was even more unexpected for fans. Wang Xiaodong put his hand into the gap between Lennon's arms and legs, lifted Lennon up with one hand.
Before the fans could react, Wang Xiaodong swung his right arm back and forth, making a very familiar movement.
Um? ? ?
This is...
bowling? ? ?
All the fans were shocked when they saw Lennon rolling out.
After poor Lennon rolled on the ground a few times, the first person he hit was Berba on the edge.
The Bulgarian opened his mouth dramatically and fell to the ground.
Then the "human bowling ball" Lennon rolled sideways along the legs of his teammates, and Janas, Robbie Keane, Malbranke and Dawson fell in turn.
After all five "pins" fell, Wang Xiaodong immediately raised his right arm.
"Haha, all hits!!!"
However, at this moment, an uninformed Bale ran from the side, and Lennon's head just hit his shin guard.
"Hey, what are you playing at? Take me with you!" The great sage opened his mouth wide and laughed.
Seeing this, Lennon, who had a big hit on his head, quickly hit Bell's shin guards with his head several times.
"Allen, why are you trying to support me?" Bell still looked confused.
"Oh, this kid is hopeless!" Beiba stood on the side with his hands on the ground, leaning back and sitting on the ground, looking at Bell who was still unresponsive and shaking his head.
"Fake, you bastard, fall down quickly! Are you angry without looking at DONG?"
After missing Bale several times in a row, Lennon quickly pulled Bale's shorts several times, signaling him to fall to the ground like other teammates.
Seeing that other teammates were focusing their attention on him, Bell, the silly boy, still didn't react, and still stood there with a confused look on his face.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong finally couldn't control his violent temper, rushed up, hugged Bell's shoulders, and swept him down.
It wasn't until Bell sat down that Wang Xiaodong put on a more showy pose and announced to the fans in the stands that he had "hit the ball."
