"Wang Xiaodong breaks through!"
"Get rid of Giggs!"
Huang Jianxiang's voice came from the microphone.
He has been suppressing his excitement. There are not many scenes on the court where Wang Xiaodong runs the ball long distances like this.
Everyone is guessing where Wang Xiaodong will kick the ball next, whether it will be passed to Bale who is stretched wide and there is no space, or whether it will be passed directly to Berba who was looked at in front of him, or whether it will be passed long to the other side. Lennon.
But in the end, Wang Xiaodong had no choice but still controlled the ball at his feet.
"We can't let that guy continue!"
"Darren, kill him, kill him!" Sir Alex shouted loudly from the sidelines.
Everyone knows that at Manchester United, Darren Fletcher and Sir Alex Ferguson are like father and son. They are both Scottish, and Sir Alex Ferguson’s second son is also named Darren. Sometimes when reporters interview, they often refer to the two. Personal confusion.
Sir Alex spoke and Fletcher started immediately.
As a defensive midfielder, Fletcher is not good at organizing offense.
He is very strong physically and is very good at intercepting and tackling. Moreover, Fletcher has sufficient physical strength and a wide range of activities, and can often form a good protection for his own back line.
On the court, Fletcher's body shape looks similar to Wang Xiaodong's.
When he and Wang Xiaodong collided hard, there was a cry of surprise from the stands.
"Oh~~~~"
As the passive party, Wang Xiaodong was suddenly knocked away a meter away.
Fletcher didn't feel better either. He was staggered by Wang Xiaodong's counterattack and almost fell down.
"Fletcher hit Wang Xiaodong from the side!"
"Didn't knock it away..."
"Wang Xiaodong, stop!"
Zhan Jun's voice was full of anxiety.
It was just an ordinary collision, but neither Zhan nor Huang wanted to see Wang Xiaodong suffer.
Sure enough, Wang Xiaodong, who had deviated from the route due to the opponent's sneak attack, immediately returned to the original track, took the lead in passing the ball forward with his left foot, and met Fletcher with his right shoulder.
Aren't you going to hit me?
I will satisfy you!
After two consecutive impacts, Fletcher could hear the sound of his shoulder bone cracking.
The Scots were shocked.
What kind of divine physique is this?
Are his shoulders made of steel?
Come on, come on!
Wang Xiaodong really enjoyed the collision. This kind of muscle collision was exactly what he was good at and longed for.
"Kill him!"
"Darren, knock him out!"
"Let him know how good you are!" Manchester United fans shouted excitedly.
Seeing that the two were about to run to the ball, this time, Fletcher changed his strategy.
He first aimed at Wang Xiaodong with his shoulder to defend, and then took the opportunity to stretch his legs, hoping to destroy the ball before Wang Xiaodong did.
Bang! ! !
This time, because Fletcher did not put all his thoughts on the collision.
When he and Wang Xiaodong bumped into each other again, it felt like their shoulders were hitting a big demolition pendulum. His feet went weak, and he lost his center of gravity.
"Oh oh oh!! Fletcher was hit and flew out!"
It’s not that Huang Jianxiang is exaggerating, it’s the fact!
Under the horrified eyes of Manchester United fans, Fletcher's whole body was suspended in the air and was knocked inward by Wang Xiaodong for more than one meter.
The next second, Fletcher's body fell to the turf, turning over twice like a discarded sack.
"Oh my God, that guy is so powerful again!" Lampard gritted his teeth in front of the TV.
Although Fletcher was knocked away by Wang Xiaodong, the foot he took the opportunity to stretch out had an effect.
The Scotsman's toe hit the ball before Wang Xiaodong, destroying it from Wang Xiaodong's feet.
Wang Xiaodong chased after his opponent after knocking him away, and finally stepped on the ball in front of the corner flagpole.
"Aha!"
"Catch a turtle in a urn!"
Although foreigners do not understand this idiom, they understand the meaning of the word.
Wang Xiaodong is really too upright.
His speed is not particularly fast, but he has to "save" the ball that is about to go out of bounds.
If it were Ronaldinho or another "smarter" player, he might just slow down and stop, waiting for the referee to award a corner kick.
But Wang Xiaodong's indomitable and never-giving character made him chase the ball subconsciously. After catching the ball, the two defense generals Carrick and Ferdinand had already forced themselves behind Wang Xiaodong, forming a siege on Wang Xiaodong.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong trying to protect the ball in front of the corner flagpole, Sir Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
Hey, what do you want to do this time?
Even if you protect the ball like Henry, so what?
Standing behind you are some of the top defenders in the Premier League today.
And it's still double-teamed by two people. Even if you are extremely powerful, what kind of trouble can you still make when you can't even turn around?
Ferdinand and Carrick kept stretching their feet behind Wang Xiaodong, but Wang Xiaodong stuck his butt out and blocked left and right, preventing them from touching the ball.
But physical strength is also rapidly lost due to such consumption.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong in such a mess, the fans who had just screamed because Fletcher was knocked away became excited again.
"Leo, kill him, kick his legs, destroy that kid!"
"Michael, kill him and kick him in the ass!"
"Kick together, kick together, I don't believe he can handle it!" These Red Devils fans shouted, and the target of their "kick" was not the ball, but Wang Xiaodong himself.
There are two people in Manchester United, and Wang Xiaodong is only one person.
The two of them work together to grab the ball, and sooner or later they will intercept the ball.
Bell had already run to a place not far behind Wang Xiaodong. After he shouted Wang Xiaodong's name loudly, he stood straight on the spot.
There was no way, he could no longer open any space to meet Wang Xiaodong. Everything depended on Wang Xiaodong's own handling.
On the sidelines of the court, the fourth official held up a red "2", which represented two minutes of stoppage time in the first half.
After kicking each other several times in succession, Carrick and Ferdinand looked at each other and saw impatience in each other's eyes.
Yes, you still want to celebrate the New Year?
I can't stop playing ball!
Let’s destroy this ball first!
Although they can't really hit Wang Xiaodong's supporting feet like those crazy fans, they can get past Wang Xiaodong and destroy the ball.
After the two exchanged views with their eyes, they quickly pressed Wang Xiaodong's shoulders, pushed him to the side with their bodies, then stretched their legs to reach for the ball.
Two of Manchester United's top defensive generals and a young Tottenham player stayed in the corner for too long. Every second that extended, the Tottenham fans in the stands would boo.
Wang Xiaodong held his breath and tried to maintain balance.
He had already suppressed his anger and ran all the way. The fans in the stands all asked the other party to destroy him.
All kinds of unsavory words were heard endlessly, some were scolding, some were contemptuous, and some were discriminatory.
Wang Xiaodong protected the ball, but also had to mentally guard against the swearing words of these disgusting fans in the stands. The anger in his heart was on the verge of exploding.
But at this moment, under the constraints of two opponents, it was difficult for him to even lift his head, let alone look back to find his teammates.
In his sight, there was only a blue and white ball and a golden corner flagpole.
"We can't keep going like this!"
"These two old guys might really kick me to pieces!"
"NND, I will fight with you!"
Both calves had been kicked more than ten times by the opponent, and even at this moment, the outside of his left leg was still bleeding.
Wang Xiaodong's brain was running rapidly, planning how to break the situation.
After being kicked three more times, Wang Xiaodong finally couldn't help it and took action.
I'm here to help you!
Wang Xiaodong shouted loudly and straightened up instantly.
Carrick and Ferdinand were startled by Wang Xiaodong's sudden outburst, and each took a step back.
"not good!"
"This guy figured it out!"
"A corner kick is needed!"
The thought flashed through their mind, and the two men's defenses subconsciously relaxed.
Taking this opportunity, Wang Xiaodong quickly turned around and got out of the gap between the two of them.
And the round leather ball actually rolled out from between Carrick's legs.
"Walter???"
"What's happening here?"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong emerge from the double-team of two people with the ball, those fans who had a bad angle were all confused.
what happened?
Didn't you just lock him in a corner?
Why is he rushing out with the ball at this moment?
Is it possible that Wang Xiaodong also learned how to travel through space?
The fans in the two stands in the corner area could clearly see that before Wang Xiaodong turned around and ran away, he pushed the ball hard towards the corner stick.
The ball hit the corner stick and rebounded quickly. With his sight blocked, Carrick was pierced by his opponent.
"Ohhhhhhhh!!!"
Wembley Stadium erupted into cheers.
Regardless of whether they saw the rebound ball that Wang Xiaodong had just made, just the fact that Wang Xiaodong got rid of Carrick and Ferdinand with the ball at this moment was enough to shock everyone.
Wang Xiaodong chased the ball and rushed past him. Bell stepped on the sideline and did not dare to say a word.
This is the proper boss in the team!
One of his younger brothers can just watch from the side.
No one expected this result. The turf from the corner kick area to the penalty area line was already a large vacuum zone.
After Wang Xiaodong caught up with the ball, he kept dribbling toward the inside of the court until he was outside the penalty area before he was stopped by Scholes, who came in as a replacement.
The ginger head looked stern. There were so many strong and tall men who couldn't guard him. How could he, who was 1.7 meters tall, stop him?
But the next second, Wang Xiaodong told him with practical actions that you don't need to think about this anymore.
Wang Xiaodong, who cut inside to the corner of the penalty area, swung his right leg and kicked an unreasonable volley in front of Scholes.
Ginger Head subconsciously covered his ears, fearing that his eardrums would be deafened by the sudden roar.
Wang Xiaodong's kick contained countless anger from before. The ball shot up into the sky at this moment, venting all the anger in his heart.
Buzz! ! !
The lifted ball is like a supersonic sports car, and human eyes can only capture the afterimage of the ball.
Van der Sar immediately moved towards the near corner of the goal and stretched out his right arm.
But the shock from his palm made the Dutchman's heart sink to the bottom.
His entire palm touched the ball.
But there was still no way to stop the ball from moving.
He could feel that there seemed to be a huge electromagnet attracting him with all his strength behind him. The ball rushed away from his right palm in an instant and crashed into the net.
"Ho~~~~~"
Wang Xiaodong vented all his anger and roared to the sky, waving his right fist and beating his chest continuously.
"Who to kill? Who to kill? Who did you just say you were going to kill???"
"I'll tell you, Timo, who just said he wanted to kill me?"
