Wembley Stadium was stunned.
To be precise, it was the stands belonging to Manchester United fans that were stunned.
After scoring the goal, Wang Xiaodong shouted to the sky and was not satisfied, so he ran to the bottom of the opponent's stand and raised his arms in celebration.
"Did you see it? Did you see it?"
"It's easy for none of you to work, and it's easy for no one to work with you!"
"Come on, come on again!!!"
The fans were silent for a few seconds, and then broke out into a series of obscene remarks.
"Hahaha, what a bunch of cowards!"
"They're all useless!"
"Besides being able to talk a little bit, what other abilities do you have?"
"Come on, come down, come down, let's fight!"
Seeing the situation getting worse, Robbie Keane and Bell quickly ran forward and dragged Wang Xiaodong back.
"DONG, you can't irritate those guys anymore, they can really do anything!" Robbie Keane begged.
"Yes, DONG, please say less, please say less."
At this moment, the referee also walked towards Wang Xiaodong.
Berbatov saw this and quickly stepped forward to explain: "Mr. Referee, that's the index finger, it's the index finger!"
"Yes, it's the index finger, it's the index finger!" Robbie Keane and Bell also responded quickly.
The bald referee was not blind at all. Just a second ago, he saw Robbie Keane forcefully break off Wang Xiaodong's middle finger.
But he didn't point it out. Instead, he pointed at Wang Xiaodong's chest and warned: "DONG, I think you should pay attention to your words and deeds. If you anger the opponent's fans like this next time, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
"I..." Before Wang Xiaodong could open his mouth, Bell covered his mouth.
Robbie Keane on the other side nodded quickly, "Yes, Mr. Referee, you are right, he already knows, already knows!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong who was nodding constantly under the constraints of the two men, the referee was speechless for a while.
Did this guy just want to scold me? ? ?
The first half of the game ended quickly at the referee's whistle. The score of 2 to 2 was a number that no one expected.
Especially Wang Xiaodong's last volley from a 45-degree angle was so unreasonable.
Van der Sar had obviously pounced on it, but still couldn't stop the ball from entering the net.
Recalling the moment when the ball flew past his head, Ginger Head even felt like he was surviving a disaster.
How terrible!
...
"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom." The moment the whistle sounded, Emma stood up and hurried toward the bathroom carrying her small satchel.
Several ladies at the family table also blinked and quickly stood up to follow.
Even though they all have their own boyfriends, they couldn't help but feel the urge to urinate after seeing Wang Xiaodong's last goal that was like a rainbow of athlete's foot.
Was that really a ball kicked with your feet?
Are you sure the cannonball wasn't fired by some kind of mechanical tool?
The little witch rushed to the bathroom in a hurry and sat down on the toilet, with her denim shorts instantly falling to her feet.
The mountains are high and the water is flowing. The sluice discharges flood water for thousands of miles.
Soon, the little witch turned around and pressed the flush button.
The sound of flushing water sounded, but the little witch still fanned the wind with her hands, and the heat on her face could not be relieved.
"sanitary napkin..."
After rummaging in the small satchel for a while, the little witch was stunned and pulled out a pair of disposable ultra-thin medical gloves from the satchel.
"Anyway, we have to take a break during the intermission, why not..." The little witch blushed and put her gloves on her hands.
No matter how many times there was a knock on the door outside, there was no sound of unlocking her bathroom until just before the game started.
...
"The game restarted." Huang Jianxiang looked at the court carefully. "Both sides did not make any adjustments to the lineup. It seems that Martin Joel and Ferguson are quite satisfied with the performance of their players."
"Of course, overall, the Manchester United players performed better."
Just after Zhan Jun was doubtful that his partner had said something fair, Huang Jianxiang changed the subject, "But Wang Xiaodong's performance is unmatched. His brilliance cannot be covered up by Ronaldo and Rooney combined."
Hearing this sentence, Zhan Jun rolled his eyes. Sure enough, you "Winter Blower"!
As soon as Huang Jianxiang finished speaking, Wang Xiaodong was shoveled to the ground by Carrick. Fletcher beside him also subconsciously raised his hands and put away his elbows.
"Farke, Manchester United, this is our half!"
Martin Joel yelled, "Are you so rude?"
Sir Alex was chewing gum without even looking at the Tottenham manager on the other side.
Ten minutes ago, we were too "merciful", so we allowed DONG to score a goal.
Do you think I will make the same mistake twice?
You should thank the Chinese guy, he has successfully exploited Manchester United's loophole. But now, such an opportunity will never come again!
Wang Xiaodong stood up with an angry look on his face and glared at Carrick who tackled him.
Soon, he was pulled away by other teammates.
Looking at the unhappy-looking Manchester United players around him, Wang Xiaodong realized that the second half might not be easy.
You know, there are still forty-five minutes of the violation and collision just like that.
"Haha, it seems you are mentally prepared?" After scanning his opponent's face, Wang Xiaodong's eyes finally landed on Lu Xiaopang and Xiao Luo.
The two young men who were stared at by Wang Xiaodong were stunned for a moment, and then stared back not to be outdone.
However, Wang Xiaodong did not meet their gazes, but turned his head to the sidelines.
He saw Ferguson chewing gum and smiling.
Old man, just laugh.
Since you want to play the game of pairs, see if you can beat me!
...
Martin Joel has a huge headache now!
The Lord's "beheading plan" frightened him.
He had already predicted during the halftime break that Manchester United's defense would be tough in the second half, and he was ready to attack at any time. But he still didn't expect that Sir Alex was more decisive than he thought.
Not to mention Wang Xiaodong's breakthrough with the ball, as long as he dared to cross the center circle to catch the ball, the Red Devils player closest to him would directly tackle him!
In ten minutes, he had been knocked down twice by Carrick and Fletcher respectively. Ferdinand, Scholes, Giggs and Vidic also extended their "criminal" feet to Wang Xiaodong.
As a result, Wang Xiaodong's new socks became muddy again, and the left and right sides were stained with blood.
Under the command of Martin Joel, Wang Xiaodong has retreated to his own half and completely become a defensive midfielder.
Even so, the Manchester United players still did not let him go.
Sir Alex also had a headache on the sidelines.
His "decapitation plan" was very successful, but under Wang Xiaodong's unreasonable "pair plan", Manchester United was not much better.
He expected that his cruelty to Wang Xiaodong would be met with strong resistance from the other party, but he did not expect that Wang Xiaodong was even more cruel than he imagined.
Every time Wang Xiaodong was beaten by a Manchester United player, he would use the same method to "retaliate" on Ronaldinho and Lu Xiaopang.
Ferguson's heart was bleeding as he watched his popular fried chicken fall to the ground again and again amidst Wang Xiaodong's "mad dog" defense.
Is this guy crazy?
What is he going to do?
Who does he think he is?
Is he going to perish together with the rising stars of England and Portugal?
In a TV broadcast of a certain program, former Manchester United captain Roy Keane appeared as a guest.
When he saw this scene on the court, he couldn't help curling his lips, "Manchester United's current defensive ability is still too weak."
"If I were on the court, just once, I would make that Chinese kid never get up again!"
In Keane's eyes, these players under Sir Alex Ferguson are still too soft and kind.
Back in his day, it only took one kick for the opponent to bid farewell to his football career.
But this is no longer the "barbaric" era.
Moreover, players on both sides have some defensive skills. Every tackle and rush is controlled within a reasonable range, for fear that any action will go too far and cause the other party to retaliate desperately.
Wang Xiaodong's purpose is very clear, if you tackle me, I will tackle your star player to see who can't stand it first!
As a result, the attacks of both sides temporarily slowed down.
After Wang Xiaodong was frozen, Tottenham began to transfer the ball more to Malbranque.
At the same time, veteran Davis also began to warm up on the sidelines.
If nothing else, this will be his last game at Tottenham.
The two sides remained in a stalemate for another five or six minutes. Finally, after Davis was replaced, Tottenham once again organized a powerful attack.
Davis, who is full of energy, can always perform at the peak of his career for a period of time after playing.
In order to temporarily avoid the edge, Sir Alex could only order the team members to retreat slightly and wait until the wild boar's physical strength was exhausted.
In the 65th minute, with Davis' cover, Wang Xiaodong appeared in the frontcourt again.
There was only one defender behind him, Ferdinand, who stuck to Wang Xiaodong like a bullshit.
Wang Xiaodong's legs were bloody, but he still turned around, waving his hands and asking for the ball.
Bell, who was trapped in a tight siege, saw this and kicked a through ball from the wing, passing the ball to Wang Xiaodong's feet.
This was a scalpel-like pass that instantly penetrated the three Manchester United defenses.
Facing the incoming ball, Wang Xiaodong swung his hands back to prevent Ferdinand from getting closer. The moment he met the ball with his left foot, his body turned to the left.
Just like that, when the ball stopped at Wang Xiaodong's feet, he just turned around and faced the Manchester United gate.
Not a moment's hesitation, not even half a second wasted.
After turning around, Wang Xiaodong's right leg moved forward, and while throwing the ball out, Wang Xiaodong's left shoulder hit Ferdinand hard.
Snap!
The sound of bones colliding with each other made people's ears tremble. Taking this opportunity, Wang Xiaodong got rid of Ferdinand and brought the ball forward.
One foot, two feet...
As Wang Xiaodong started at high speed, when he took the second ball, he had already rushed to the line of Manchester United's penalty area.
At this moment, Ferdinand, who was stuck inside, and Wes Brown, who came from the wing to support the double team, almost subconsciously stretched their legs and shot out their bodies.
Two legs, one left and one right, met in the center, blocking Wang Xiaodong's stretched out left leg in the narrow triangular space.
Bang! ! !
Being tackled by two people, one from the left and one from the right, Wang Xiaodong fell forward involuntarily, and his whole body fell into the penalty area.
"Beep!!!"
The referee's whistle sounded in time, and the referee who rushed forward showed a yellow card to Ferdinand and Brown each.
"Hiss~~~"
"this..."
Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang took a deep breath. Being tackled by one person was dangerous enough. What Wang Xiaodong faced this time was a joint tackle from Manchester United.
But the next second, their tense hearts fell back into their stomachs.
Wang Xiaodong, who fell to the ground, used the inertia to roll forward and stood up again.
"Huh~~~ Fortunately, Wang Xiaodong is not seriously injured."
Seeing Wang Xiaodong standing there and checking his joints back and forth, Zhan Jun let out a sigh of relief.
"Coach Zhan." Huang Jianxiang suddenly stopped his partner, "Why did the tackle just now look so familiar to me?"
"Looks familiar?" Zhan Jun adjusted his glasses and looked at the screen again.
When he saw the ferocious faces of Ferdinand and Brown at the moment of the tackle, Zhan Jun slapped his thigh: "Isn't this the shot of Maldini and Cannavaro tackling Ronaldo in the 1997 Four Nations Invitational Tournament?"
"Oh my god, is it possible that Wang Xiaodong is also an alien?"
