Klose's family is very happy, Werder Bremen fans are also very happy, but Tottenham are not happy at all.
Two goals were scored before they even started playing. Tottenham's shortcomings this season were fully exposed to the world.
"Tottenham need to strengthen their midfield next season!" Martin Joel thought involuntarily when he saw the second goal.
Precisely because Wang Xiaodong moved forward and gradually focused on offense, this led to the defensive emptiness and deficiencies in the backcourt.
Wang Xiaodong doesn't have three heads and six arms. No matter how powerful one person is, he can't be broken into two and used. Even if Wang Xiaodong could run again, he would still be unable to keep up with the speed of the ball.
Martin Joel has long thought that he must introduce a suitable midfielder this summer to share Wang Xiaodong's pressure in the midfield.
But now that the season is not over yet, Wang Xiaodong can still only rely on Wang Xiaodong to hold on on the court.
"Coach, let me go warm up."
On the bench, Davis recommended himself.
"Edgar, wait a moment, you have to believe Dong." Martin Joel shook his head.
If it were Davis two or three years ago, Martin Joel would not hesitate to put the Dutchman on the field.
But now, Davis is older and no longer suitable for the rhythm of the Premier League.
Even the veteran will leave the team at the end of this season and return to the Eredivisie where he was born and raised.
Davis is going to play, but now is not the most appropriate time.
At the very least, the starting players on the field will have to hold on for another ten minutes.
In front of the TV, those fans who saw Tottenham falling behind were so anxious that they couldn't sit still.
"What's going on? Why did Tottenham score two goals before the first half was over?"
"What happened? Wasn't Tottenham very strong in the semifinals? Why is the gap so big in the finals?"
"Where is Wang Xiaodong? Why is it that Wang Xiaodong is rarely seen in the camera? Is he being targeted?"
"Oh! He deserves to be the World Cup Golden Boot! Klose's scoring ability is so strong that there is no way to defend him!"
After conceding two goals in the final, the young Spurs were inevitably a little flustered.
Although there have been cases of overtaking after falling behind by two goals during the season, everyone knows how difficult it is.
At this moment, the most important thing for the team is not to mess up their position.
The two captains Robbie Keane and Ledley King began to appease their teammates. It was only two goals. Tottenham did not have no chance to counterattack.
But everyone knows that Tottenham needs a hero right now!
After serving again, Tottenham launched a fierce attack on Bremen.
Because they were already two goals ahead, the Bundesliga team subconsciously retreated completely.
Tottenham attacked the opponent's door three or four times in a row, and finally got a chance to score in the 34th minute.
After Huddlestone and his teammates fell several times in the frontcourt, the space for dribbling the ball became smaller and smaller. As a last resort, he forced a kick and pushed the ball forward along the sideline.
Just as the forward-moving ball was about to roll out of the sideline, a white figure suddenly burst out of the frame of the camera.
"Bale, it's Gareth Bale!"
"Bell is so fast!"
"Flins can't keep up with Bell's speed at all!"
"The ball hasn't gone out of bounds yet..."
"Bale takes the ball forward..."
"Will he be the hero who steps up to save the team at that critical moment?"
Bell was soaring, his speed was unmatched.
He caught up with the ball one second before it rolled out of the sideline, and then broke into the Werder Bremen penalty area in one breath.
Facing the Tottenham full-back dribbling the ball at high speed, full-back Fritz subconsciously stretched out his right foot in a hurry.
Dasheng's dynamic vision was excellent. He tiptoed without any tricks and quickly passed the opponent.
Because of Fritz's misjudgment, Bell opened the gap directly after completing the inside cut and fired a powerful shot towards the Bremen goal.
Whoosh!
This shot hit the ball very squarely, and the ball flew straight forward.
Werder Bremen goalkeeper Tim Weiss knelt down on one knee and hugged him with both hands.
The ball hit his chest and suddenly bounced onto his chin, and then flew out from his fingertips.
Although Bell's shot was well hit, it was very powerful.
Caught off guard, Tim's save was missed.
"Bale shoots..."
"The goalkeeper is out of control!"
"Robbie Keane!!!"
All this happened in the blink of an eye. Before the fans had time to feel sorry for Bell's shot, Robbie Keane, who was grabbing the ball in the penalty area, immediately outflanked the goal.
However, the Tottenham captain is only half a step faster than the others. Beside him, there are two Bremen defenders, one on the left and one on the right.
Seeing the ball not far ahead, Robbie Keane gritted his teeth and stretched out his kick desperately.
"Keane's follow-up shot!"
"Keane!!!"
puff!
Keane didn't become Spurs' hero either.
Instead, Tim made up for it, opened his arms desperately, and once again blocked Robbie Keane's advance shot with his arms.
The Bremen fans behind the goal were so nervous that their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.
After seeing their goalkeeper's two heroic saves, many female fans let out a cry of joy from the inside out.
"Keane did not become Tottenham's hero..." Huang Jianxiang sighed.
The ball was blocked by Tim, but Naldo, who was following him, didn't dare to stay easily. He turned around and kicked the ball out of the penalty area.
However, as the ball flew out of the camera, it fell into the frame from the top. Bremen fans were horrified to see a white figure swinging its leg at the falling ball.
Seeing this scene, Huang Jianxiang breathed out again: "Wang Xiaodong??!?!?!"
boom! ! !
A powerful and heavy winter volley, the ball flew straight to the door like a cannonball.
Tim stood up desperately to save, but his fingertips did not touch the ball at all.
Just when the German people sighed, a heavenly voice came from above, pulling the German goalkeeper back from the edge of the cliff.
Bang! ! !
Crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy crunchy!
The entire goal frame was shaking.
But the ball didn't go in.
The score has not changed yet.
The Bremen players looked at the ball that hit the goal frame and shot up into the sky. At that moment, they were thanking God in their hearts.
"beam?"
"Oh!!!"
"What a pity."
"Just a little bit different!"
"A little bit worse..."
Needless to say, Huang Jianxiang, every Tottenham fan has seen this result.
Those fans who had just jumped up from the sofa sat down again.
They couldn't expect more from this shot.
The distance was too far, and he kept volleying the ball, but the ball still fell from such a high place.
Wang Xiaodong has already surpassed most current players without even kicking the ball.
As for hitting the door frame, it can only be said to be bad luck.
well!
At the critical moment, even Dong did not become Tottenham's savior.
In the White Hart Lane stadium, fans watching the live broadcast on the big screen sighed.
Time? Fate?
I can only say that my team is unlucky at the moment!
The ball that soared into the sky slowly fell and was unloaded by an orange leather foot.
The Bremen players who had narrowly escaped death quickly took up their positions. Pasanin immediately rushed to Berba and looked at the Bulgarian Footballer nervously.
Tim also quickly climbed up from the ground, took a step forward to the near corner, and stared attentively at the ball at Berba's feet.
At this moment, the camera lens is focused on Beba.
The Tottenham center unloaded the ball unhurriedly, and then glanced at his teammate who was grabbing the ball in the middle.
The ball just landed in front of him, bounced; landed again, bounced again...
Seeing the ball falling towards the ground for the third time, and Pasanin, who had been waiting for a long time, was about to take another step forward, Berba's right foot finally made a move.
Beba stood there, showing no intention of starting.
The next second, I saw his right leg swinging forward gracefully, like kicking away trash.
The ball instantly drew an arc in the air and flew towards the Bremen goal.
Tim, who had just stood at the near corner, was startled and quickly took a step back and jumped up.
But the arc drawn by Berba was so perfect.
Just like the world's top mathematician, the route is accurate to the last minute.
Not only did it not touch the beam, it just passed Tim's fingertips.
The Werder Bremen goalkeeper tried his best to jump, but in the end he became the background of this rainbow.
The ball scraped against the crossbar, then against the post, and hit the side netting next to the goal post.
After such a free and unrestrained shot, Berbatov smiled and raised his hands as if he had done an insignificant thing.
"Berbatov..."
"...Shoot!!!"
"The ball went in!!!"
"Oh My God!"
"What a cool goal!"
"What a weird arc!"
"Tottenham's hero appears!"
"He is Dimita Berbatov!"
