Chapter 275 Wang Xiaodong is Targeted

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As the referee blew his whistle, the UEFA Cup final of the 2006-07 season began at Hampden Park Stadium in Glasgow.

A Premier League team and a Bundesliga team meet for the final.

Werder Bremen won the European Cup Winners' Cup in 1992, and Tottenham also won the European Cup Winners' Cup in the 1962-63 season. Not only that, Tottenham also won the UEFA Cup in the 1971-72 and 1983-84 seasons. It can be said that both teams have had their moments of reaching the top of Europe.

In the past few seasons, both teams can be said to be in the growth stage in terms of results.

Bremen has entered the Champions League for 4 consecutive seasons and even advanced to the top 16. Real Madrid at the same time was no more than that.

In 2004, Werder Bremen even won the Bundesliga title.

The Bundesliga championship under Bayern's rule shows that Bremen must have superior strength in some aspects.

After the kickoff, the ball came to Wang Xiaodong's feet after several passes.

Wang Xiaodong is no longer the midfielder who can't help but pass the ball after receiving the ball. He has slowly begun to learn to calculate, calculate the running position of his teammates and his own passing time and path, or bring the ball to at a certain key point.

Only this time, Wang Xiaodong had just taken a few steps past the midfield when a thin figure rushed out from the side.

If Wang Xiaodong hadn't collected his feet quickly, he might have been tackled by his opponent with the ball.

The result of resolutely closing his feet was losing the ball. Wang Xiaodong frowned and watched as his opponent got stuck in front of him and pushed the ball to his teammates not far away.

As soon as Bremen's No. 10 received the ball, he used his deft ball control skills to penetrate Tottenham's ribs.

"The ball is being carried by Werder Bremen's No. 10 Diego."

"Diego joined Werder Bremen this season."

"His joining is a bright spot in the Bundesliga. With him, the eyes of German fans will shine, and the Bundesliga teams can also dance samba."

"Look how nimble he moves."

"How skilled he is with his feet."

"Three dunks and two knockdowns, and I got rid of most of Tottenham's players..."

"Wang Xiaodong!"

Just when Huang Jianxiang introduced the Brazilian international whose skills were comparable to Maradona, Wang Xiaodong, who was actively pursuing, finally rushed back to Diego.

Just now, Diego was using a change of direction to get rid of Tottenham's defender. Just as he was catching up with the ball and his center of gravity was not stable, Wang Xiaodong's shoulders and hips instantly pushed up.

As soon as he made contact, this Brazilian player who mainly focused on dexterity was almost knocked over by Wang Xiaodong.

He staggered forward a few steps before barely stopping, but the ball under his feet had already been taken away by Wang Xiaodong.

"It's Wang Xiaodong!"

“By actively fighting back after just losing the ball.”

"Wang Xiaodong stole the ball from Diego again."

"It is indeed the movable Great Wall of China!"

"No one can easily avoid Wang Xiaodong's defense!"

"He alone is a line of defense!"

The ball is back at Tottenham's feet.

This time, Wang Xiaodong chose a long pass and kicked the ball directly to Bell on the other wing.

However, Bremen seemed to have counterattacked Tottenham's long pass. Before the ball hit the ground, several defenders and midfielders were already on defense.

Bell jumped high, but veteran Thorsten Frings was obviously smarter.

He did not compete for height with Bell, who was half a head taller than him but 13 years younger.

Instead, he jumped up normally after getting stuck in position, using his body to interfere with Bell's balance in the air.

With pain in his waist and ribs, the Welshman didn't jump very high. The ball passed over the two people's heads, and the Bremen players grabbed the second landing point and controlled the ball.

Judging from the average age of the two teams, Bremen is obviously an older team.

Captain Bowman, who just made a tackle, is 32 years old this year, and Frings is also 31 years old this year. Diego, 22 years old this year, is the youngest player on the Bremen team.

Unlike Tottenham, there are still two "child workers" on the court.

However, youth also has its advantages. At least from the moment the buzzer kicks off, the younger team is obviously more energetic and dares to fight more than the veterans.

Soon, Bremen's midfield pass was interrupted by Malblanque. Huddlestone, who usually serves as a substitute but was placed in the starting position by Martin Joel today, stepped forward and took the ball.

"here!"

Hearing Wang Xiaodong's request for the ball, Huddlestone passed the ball without hesitation.

Wang Xiaodong proved in one season that his words on the court are orders!

As Wang Xiaodong ran, he glanced at the ball rolling rapidly behind him with his peripheral vision.

Before he had any contact with the ball, Wang Xiaodong suddenly noticed the whistling wind coming from behind on the other side.

Wang Xiaodong, who had done this thing countless times, instantly knew that someone was approaching him at high speed this time.

Again? ? ?

Wang Xiaodong, who was prepared in advance, stepped forward with his left foot and let the ball slip between his legs. Then he took this opportunity to shift his weight to his left foot and hit it hard to the right.

Bang! ! !

ah! ! !

There was a huge muffled sound, and Bowman, who had a close collision with Wang Xiaodong, did not expect that Wang Xiaodong would temporarily miss the ball and prepare to counterattack him first?

I originally wanted to take advantage of the moment he caught the ball, but what I was waiting for was the sound of my shoulder blades clicking.

"Old guy, do you want to die?"

Glancing at Bowman who fell to the ground clutching his shoulders, Wang Xiaodong accelerated again and chased the ball away.

And the moment he caught up with the ball, another green figure also rushed to the ball.

Before Wang Xiaodong could control the ball, a huge momentum came from the side ribs. Coupled with this, there was also a sneak elbow from the other party.

Hiss~~~~

Facing such a vicious collision with the other party, even Wang Xiaodong couldn't help but take a breath and fell down.

grass! This guy did it on purpose! ?

Wang Xiaodong fell to the ground, clutching his ribs and gasping for air.

Although he didn't know the Danish player who committed the foul, he figured out one thing from the opponent's elbow and Bremen's several consecutive close presses. He must have been targeted!

NND, playing dirty?

Wang Xiaodong turned over, lying on his back and calmed his breathing.

Okay, since you are playing this trick with me, don't blame me for being unreasonable!

Physical confrontation?

The Premier League is the ancestor!

Just as the Tottenham players surrounded the referee and asked for an explanation, a tall and thin man wearing a green plaid striped jersey walked up to Wang Xiaodong and stretched out his hand.

Wang Xiaodong was stunned, subconsciously grabbed the other person's hand and pulled hard, standing up from the ground.

"Danke! (Thank you)" Wang Xiaodong said thank you in half-baked German, and then added in English: "But don't think that I will show mercy to you."

The gentle German grinned: "Looking forward to your performance, we will do our best to win the game."

As the camera zoomed in, Huang Jianxiang also recognized the Bremen player who pulled Wang Xiaodong up from the ground.

"It's Klaus!"

"Klaus pulled Wang Xiaodong up from the ground. Such a scene full of friendship is rare in the finals!"

Zhan Jun on the side coughed lightly and reminded: "Coach Huang, in the 2002 World Cup, this player was translated as Klaus. But recently there is a saying that Klaus's translation is wrong."

"Oh? What's the correct translation?"

"Klose." Zhan Jun replied sternly: "His full name is Miroslav Klose."