Reinke straightened his body with his legs flat on the turf; Bowman covered his crotch and groaned in pain; Diego sat on the turf, raising his arms in protest loudly; Naldo buried his face In the turf, motionless.
Werder Bremen was in disgrace, but Tottenham showed another scene.
After scoring the goal, Wang Xiaodong took off his jersey, raised his arms, and glared ahead like a bodybuilding champion.
All Tottenham players rushed forward and rushed to Wang Xiaodong's side.
Some slapped his chin, some slapped his back, and some slapped his butt.
But no matter how harassed his teammates were, Wang Xiaodong stood still like a sculpture.
"Hey, referee! This ball can't be counted!"
"Yes, they fouled first!"
"Damn Orientals, no sense of sportsmanship at all!"
Other Bremen players rushed up and surrounded the referee, wanting justice.
But even the referee himself was immersed in Wang Xiaodong's goal just now and couldn't extricate himself. He knew that in his lifetime, he would never be able to officiate another game like this again!
Seeing that the referee's protest failed, some Bremen players followed the referee to Wang Xiaodong and cursed him for being unethical and unsportsmanlike.
Looking at the two yellow and one red signs above his head, Wang Xiaodong felt a little relieved.
"DONG, I'm sorry, FIFA rules state that players are not allowed to take off their shirts after scoring a goal," the referee explained.
Wang Xiaodong did not look at the referee, but directly bent down and took out a shin guard from the sock on his right leg.
In order to increase flexibility and speed, Wang Xiaodong chose this thin and light shin guard.
At this moment, this so-called "high-tech" ultra-thin shin guard has developed many cracks, which were caused by the collision with Reinke's calves.
Facing the scolding from the Bremen players, Wang Xiaodong didn't say a word before leaving the field.
He threw the shin guard in his hand at Mertesacker and walked straight to the sidelines.
Mertesacker, who was slapped on the chin by the shin guard, was about to take advantage of the situation and fall down, but suddenly thought that Wang Xiaodong had already been sent off with a red card, and there was no point in pretending to be injured at this moment.
While he was stunned, Wang Xiaodong had already pushed aside all his teammates who came to comfort him and went straight to the sidelines.
"DONG, you did a good job, you can go and rest."
After celebrating, Martin Joel took the initiative to step forward and hugged his beloved general.
There is not much time left in the game, and the referee may end the game as soon as the whistle blows.
"DONG, just wait at the entrance of the players' tunnel. I think it won't be long before we can celebrate the championship." The assistant coach on the side suggested.
Wang Xiaodong turned around and looked at the time on the timer: "Since I am the champion, I will go to the dressing room to change my clothes first. Then I can look more chic when I go on stage to receive the award, right?"
The assistant coach and Martin Joel looked at Wang Xiaodong's mud-covered body, then looked at the bright red on Wang Xiaodong's right calf, and finally nodded.
"DONG, then you have to move faster. If you don't come out in five minutes, we won't take you to receive the award!" Berbatov, who was substituted, also stepped forward and joked.
The goal was valid, and Wang Xiaodong, who took off his clothes to celebrate, was also punished by raising a placard.
After the Bremen team doctor came forward to deal with the injuries of the players, the players slowly stood up again and prepared to kick off again.
"Oh! Another yellow card!"
"Wang Xiaodong has already received a yellow card before. Now two yellow cards have turned into one red card. Wang Xiaodong has been sent off the court." Huang Jianxiang's voice came from the big screen.
But at this moment, Wang Xiaodong has become the hero of all Tottenham fans.
It was just an ordinary red card. It just gave their hero one more chance to enjoy the applause of the fans.
Sure enough, when Wang Xiaodong walked down the field, all the Tottenham players in the stands stood up and clapped their hands continuously.
"Listen, the entire stadium burst into applause from the fans. This is the fans' recognition of Wang Xiaodong's performance in this game."
"After Klose scored twice, Wang Xiaodong froze Klose with a bonbon-like defense."
"And when the game was about to enter overtime, he scored a very unreasonable goal!"
The words "very" and "man" are repeated, but they better express Huang Jianxiang's inner excitement.
The big screen had no time to replay Wang Xiaodong's goal just now. It was either attracted by Wang Xiaodong's red and yellow cards, or it was aimed at the team doctor who rushed onto the court for treatment.
Until the end, the camera turned to the entrance of the players' tunnel again, and Wang Xiaodong had just reached the bottom of the stands.
"Hey DONG, good job!"
"DONG, good play!"
"DONG, can you throw me your jersey?"
The fans in the stands had long forgotten the game. They stretched their arms and necks and waved at Wang Xiaodong like zombies.
Without thinking, Wang Xiaodong threw the jersey draped over his shoulders towards the stands.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!!" Wang Xiaodong's small move immediately caused a rush of fans in the stands.
"DONG, and your shorts, your pants!"
Wang Xiaodong didn't say anything, just unbuttoned his trouser pockets, and his shorts fell to his feet.
He raised his left and right feet, picked up his shorts and threw them towards the stands.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!!" There was another wolf howl.
"Hey, DONG, and your sneakers, your sneakers!"
Looking up from the sound, Wang Xiaodong saw the guy who had grabbed his shorts put his own shorts over his head desperately, and then looked at the soles of his feet with bright eyes.
Wang Xiaodong shrugged, stepped on his left and right feet, and took off both sneakers.
Under the expectant gaze of BT, who was wearing football shorts, Wang Xiaodong turned around and swung the sneakers in his hand, throwing them towards the stands behind him.
"Oh~~~"
A sound of disappointment immediately came from the stands where I had grabbed the jersey and shorts.
"DONG, and your socks, your socks!!!" The guy in the shorts couldn't give up. This time, he took a fancy to Wang Xiaodong's socks, which were full of holes and stained with blood.
The generous Wang Xiaodong once again followed the fans' suggestion and took off his socks in front of the security guards.
They formed a ball and threw them to the left and right to the stands on both sides.
In the end, only a shin guard for the left leg remained.
Wang Xiaodong picked it up and said to the security guard who had been following him: "Brother, I'll give this to you."
"Thank you DONG, this is the best gift I have ever received. Eric will definitely like it!" Taking the shin guards from Wang Xiaodong, the security guard looked happy.
"Eric? Is this your child?"
"Yes, he is 7 years old this year!" the security guard said proudly.
"Then if I meet him on the court in the future, I won't let him!"
"Haha, MR.DONG, then you will be disappointed. Eric is my daughter, but I have to admit that she likes football very much. And you are her favorite star!"
"In that case, come to me later and I will sign her name on the shin pads." Wang Xiaodong, who was wearing only a pair of shorts, patted the security guard on the shoulder, "Okay, buddy, just send her over here. , I’m going back to change clothes.”
"No problem DONG, let me wish you the championship in advance!"
Just like that, Wang Xiaodong walked into the players tunnel with bare feet.
Seeing the almost naked Wang Xiaodong disappearing from the player tunnel, the female fans in the stands were still a little unsatisfied.
"Oh my god, have you seen it? DONG's thigh muscles!"
“I really want to try what it feels like to sit on it!”
"Yeah, and those eight-pack abs! Oh! What kind of woman can get him?"
When I opened the door to the locker room, there was no one inside.
Yes, the team is about to win the championship, who is still wasting time in the locker room right now?
Wang Xiaodong walked into the dressing room, swinging the door back, and suddenly a pink and white sneaker was blocked in the crack of the door.
"Huh? Who?"
As soon as Wang Xiaodong turned around, he saw a little witch with open arms, wearing a vest and hot pants.
"Emma, you..."
Before Wang Xiaodong could finish speaking, the little witch jumped directly into Wang Xiaodong's arms and kissed her boyfriend with tongues.
Wang Xiaodong hugged his girlfriend and slowly backed away until he retreated to the bathroom in the dressing room.
The little witch then closed the bathroom door, then slid her hands along Wang Xiaodong's mermaid line, and slowly took off the remaining fabric on her boyfriend's body.
"My dear, be gentle." Wang Xiaodong kissed his girlfriend's earrings and said softly.
After a while, a deafening cheer came from outside.
Just listening to the sound and frequency of the fans' shouts, Wang Xiaodong took a deep breath, and his tense nerves immediately relaxed like a flood.
The little witch wiped her hands with satisfaction, "My dear, it looks like we won."
