"Hahahaha~~~"
“The way to celebrate winter is really unique!”
"But that guy Bell is so stunned!"
“It actually took Dong’s own hands to make him fall!”
"Look at Allen, he already knows his outcome."
The fans in the stands were laughing non-stop, and this fierce North London derby was also labeled funny by Wang Xiaodong's bizarre celebration method.
For Tottenham, a goal plus a lead may equal a win, but the faces of the Arsenal fans in the visiting team's stands changed.
Good guys, you are really treating us like a ball!
While Tottenham were celebrating happily, the professor on the other side was grimacing.
He knows that this North London derby will not only affect the team's derby honors this season, but also affect the league's ranking.
No matter how difficult the situation is, no matter how unfavorable the away atmosphere is to him, he has to find a way to let the team score goals and even win.
The professor looked towards the court, and he was the first to see Wang Xiaodong who had scored a goal.
His starting position throughout the season has been as a defensive midfielder, but as a defensive player, nearly one-third of Tottenham's goals came from him.
Such a terrifying offensive ability has made many Premier League coaches envious.
"If Francisco had a teammate like Dong..." More than once, the professor thought this way.
But he knew that with the strength Wang Xiaodong had shown, even if Xia Chuang did transfer, he would not consider the Gunners.
Before that, there are teams such as Real Madrid, Barcelona, Bayern, Manchester United, and Milan waiting to get Wang Xiaodong's nod.
If Wang Xiaodong could be bought earlier...
The professor looked at the Chinese player on the field, but realized that he was getting further and further away from him.
Today's Arsenal, like Tottenham, is a youth army, and the starting lineup is probably around 23-25 years old.
Such a youth army has the vigor and hard work of young people, but also has the recklessness and shortcomings of young people.
But the former can help the team meet hope in difficult situations, while the latter can also be covered by winning and momentum.
Like now.
After Tottenham scored, they still launched a fierce attack on Arsenal's penalty area.
There is an urge to crush the enemy in the same city.
The professor shook his head, called Fabregas over from the bench, and whispered a few words in his ear.
"Don't worry, Francisco, I've seen this kind of scene too many times."
"There's still a long time left in the game, we've just started..."
In the 41st minute of the game, Wang Xiaodong once again carried Gilberto Silva forward at the front of the penalty area.
On the screen, Wang Xiaodong's success and Gilberto Silva's embarrassment were clearly displayed in front of the fans, and even some non-Arsenal fans couldn't stand it.
Once upon a time, the Brazilian was the main midfielder of the Brazilian team. He participated in six games as the main player in the 2002 World Cup and helped the team win the championship.
It stands to reason that he has a strong psychological advantage in his attitude towards Chinese players, but perhaps it is this psychological advantage that makes him always careless when facing Wang Xiaodong.
Hleb failed to come back in time to cover up the defense, so Gilberto Silva could only grit his teeth and follow.
Gradually, the Brazilian veteran discovered that Wang Xiaodong had entered the shooting range again.
The Premier League stadium is so small, and Wang Xiaodong's shooting range is so long.
In the eyes of Gilberto Silva, every time Wang Xiaodong takes a step forward, he may be one point closer to scoring.
Under this "illusion", the Brazilian fell directly to the ground and swept Wang Xiaodong down with his legs.
"Beep!!!"
The referee's whistle sounded and Tottenham was awarded a free kick 28 or 9 meters away from the goal.
"Yo!"
"Free kick from Tottenham!"
"Wang Xiaodong still takes the penalty!"
"There's another good show to watch!"
After seeing the referee's decision clearly, the fans in the stands and in front of the TV became excited.
Wang Xiaodong is not the diving Ronaldo of Manchester United. Most of his goals come from long-range shots.
And a free kick happens to be a type of long shot.
In front of the goal, Lehmann held the near post and shouted loudly to line up the wall.
The Germans were very confused at the moment.
In the first half of the season, Wang Xiaodong was still a reckless player who could only hit hard volleys in a straight line, but now in less than a year, Wang Xiaodong has kicked several curve balls.
Isn't this a joke?
Why are you still leading the ball?
Lehmann frowned, fearing that Wang Xiaodong would kick another curve ball outside the goal frame.
As Germany's main goalkeeper, Lehmann does not want to become Wang Xiaodong's backdrop again and again before he retires.
Just like Huang Jianxiang said before.
In the North London Derby, Wang Xiaodong has scored 8 goals, tying Pires' record.
As long as he scores two more goals, he can catch up with Bobby Smith's record of 10 goals.
By then, Wang Xiaodong will not only be a London killer, but also an "Arsenal killer".
You know, he has played for Tottenham for less than one season!
If calculated based on 2 goals per game, he will already be at the top of the scorer list in the North London Derby before next season is over.
Who dares to be careless about such a targeted "BUFF" player?
Just after the whistle sounded, Wang Xiaodong turned over and quickly got up from the ground.
Just after he fell to the ground, he noticed with his peripheral vision that Lennon on the right was in a vacuum that was not offside.
If this ball is passed...
So this time Wang Xiaodong endured the pain, quickly got up, and started to make a long pass.
But Czech Rosicky was obviously smarter. After returning to defense, he immediately stood in front of the ball to prevent Wang Xiaodong from serving quickly.
Seeing that the plot was discovered, Wang Xiaodong could only shake his head and take a few steps back.
Rosicky took this opportunity to stand in front of the ball, calling on his teammates to quickly return to defense and stand back in his position.
"Hey, stand over there!"
"You, watch that No. 9!"
"Don't let him run away easily! Grab him!"
Rosicky issued orders loudly like a court commander. In fact, he did say these words from the position he was standing in. After all, his perspective was similar to that of Wang Xiaodong, who was about to take a free kick.
Wang Xiaodong took a few steps back and stood there holding his waist, watching Rosicki shouting behind his back.
Not only did the opponent stop his fast break, but now he ignored him and continued to stand in front of the ball.
A rage of anger still burned in Wang Xiaodong's heart.
Fuck, just wait for me, I will shoot this ball through you!
After seeing his teammates taking up their positions, Rosicky reluctantly walked forward with small steps.
Wang Xiaodong glanced at the referee who was blowing the whistle in his mouth, and took a run-up in advance to predict that he would blow the whistle.
But at this moment, Lehmann suddenly found a small gap in the wall and immediately continued to shout to his teammates to block the gap.
Seeing this, Rosicky stopped and turned around, then returned to the ball to prevent Wang Xiaodong from taking a free throw.
After the human wall was in place, he continued to turn around and leave.
Seeing this, the referee had no choice but to delay blowing the whistle, and Wang Xiaodong had to return to the position before the run-up.
But just when the referee urged Rosicky to leave the free throw line quickly, the hateful guy stopped again, turned around and complained to the referee.
Are you making a complaint?
Are you wrongly accusing me of P?
What qualifications do you have to put on such an innocent expression?
The furious Wang Xiaodong couldn't stand it any longer, so he rushed directly to the ball and kicked it hard.
boom! ! !
Like a thunderous volley, the ball flew two meters and hit Rosicky's crotch hard.
The Czech's legs were pinched and he fell to the ground involuntarily, his body immediately turning into a caterpillar.
"Fuck, aren't you just preventing me from taking free throws?"
"I would rather not be punished today than kick you to death!"
"Return to Mo Ji, Mo Ji is your mother!"
"You have to block it twice?"
"Are you still addicted?"
"People like you are the only ones Teemo needs to deal with!"
Wang Xiaodong cursed loudly, and other Tottenham players rushed forward and pushed him away from Rosicky.
The gunmen also rushed over and surrounded Rosicky, watching Wang Xiaodong behind the crowd eagerly, fearing that he would do something extraordinary.
Just like that, the final north London derby of the season was abandoned after an unpleasant clash.
There was a lot of noise in the stands, as fans from both sides supported their players.
Due to Wang Xiaodong's irrational behavior, the referee immediately took out a red card and placed it above his head.
In the opinion of the referee, Wang Xiaodong's kick was not only intentional, but his attitude afterwards was even worse.
Such malicious and hurtful behavior gave him enough reason to expel Wang Xiaodong from the game.
Seeing the red card above his head, Wang Xiaodong became even more angry.
As soon as he pointed his finger at the referee, Robbie Keane stepped forward, covered Wang Xiaodong's mouth, and pulled him towards the sidelines.
"Dong, it's over, don't talk anymore."
"Captain, I..."
"Don't worry, Dong, leave the rest of the game to us, we will deal with these bastards."
"Fake, captain, you don't know how polite these people are, he..."
"Okay Dong, go back to the locker room and calm down for a while. Don't worry, leave the rest of the game to us!"
Robbie Keane said, pushing Wang Xiaodong to the sidelines.
Martin Joel immediately took over and personally led Wang Xiaodong to the player tunnel.
"Dong, don't be angry. This is just a common trick. Only the weak will use such dirty tricks against the strong." Martin Joel spoke first.
He knew that the first priority was to stabilize Wang Xiaodong's temper.
"Boss, you also saw that you couldn't blame me just now..."
"Yeah, I understand, Dong, you should have a good rest." After saying that, Martin Joel also pushed behind Wang Xiaodong and pushed him directly into the player tunnel.
Looking at the noisy stadium behind him, Wang Xiaodong cursed in a low voice and walked towards the locker room.
The professor on the other side watched this sudden farce with cold eyes. It was not until Wang Xiaodong disappeared at the entrance of the player tunnel that he shook his head and sighed: "Although Chinese Winter is good, it cannot be used easily!"
