"POP!!!"
After a muffled sound, two more team members fell to the ground.
When his teammates turned Lian Jixun over, they saw blood stains all over his face.
"Wang Xiaodong fought really hard! His opponent couldn't push him away no matter how hard he pushed, and in the end he even fell to pieces!"
He Wei's tone was a little proud, a little anxious, and a little complicated.
As a "poet" in the commentary world, what he dislikes the most is "beating and killing".
But this Asian Cup final seems to be developing in an uncontrollable direction.
In less than ten minutes of the second half, there were seven or eight incidents of players falling to the ground due to foul play.
Usually when a foul is committed, the referee awards a foul kick; as soon as the foul ball is thrown, it becomes a free kick; as soon as the free kick is kicked, it is shoveled out of bounds again.
At this moment, many people had already rushed forward to check Lian Jixun's injuries.
"I, I..." Lian Jixun opened his mouth and was vague.
Jin Zhiyou opened his teammate's lips and saw that it was just his teeth that had broken his upper lip, causing a lot of blood.
Just apply some hemostatic medicine on such a wound, but it looks a little scary.
But Lian Jixun's consciousness was still a little unclear. His eyes rolled up. When he fell to the ground, his hands were entangled with Wang Xiaodong, which did not provide any protection at all.
The front of the face fell to the ground with a thud, and no one could bear it.
The team doctors rushed up and dealt with it with ease.
Finally, with the support of his teammates, Yeom Ji-hoon slowly stood up and won a burst of warm applause from the South Korean fans.
"Xiaodong, are you okay? You should be careful, the other party may deliberately retaliate." Zheng Zhi came to Wang Xiaodong and whispered.
"Retaliation? Is it him?" Wang Xiaodong pointed at Lian Jixun, who was cracking his already moved teeth not far away, and smiled contemptuously: "Ask him if he still dares to fight with me?"
"No, Xiaodong, I mean we can't guard against thieves for a thousand days! If we keep playing like this, our opponents will be out of touch!" Zheng Zhi was speechless for a while.
"Okay, okay, then I'll just follow their lead." Wang Xiaodong finally waved his hand and accepted Zheng Zhi's suggestion for the time being, "Actually, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with these people! I'll do it again next season. Returning to play in the Premier League! In this situation, my coach must scold me to death!"
"Oh, that's it! Xiaodong, you have to pay attention to yourself." Zheng Zhi also understood it deeply, "This is a game, not a war! We have many methods and opportunities to win. We really don't have to fight with those sticks!"
"Okay, okay, captain, I can't help you, so let's spare them for now!"
The South Korean coach chose to make substitutions again. This time, he replaced another midfielder who was injured in the fight with Wang Xiaodong.
After kick-off, the atmosphere on the field clearly changed.
In the first few minutes, the South Korean players would closely defend Wang Xiaodong, or even make more vicious tackles.
But this time Lian Jixun was "kicked" until his face was covered in blood, and he had no substitutions. When he saw Wang Xiaodong holding the ball again, the desperate rush before disappeared.
Under the obvious slack, a gap appeared in the South Korean defense, and Wang Xiaodong did not hesitate this time.
In the 59th minute, Zhao Xuri turned sideways from the right, and Wang Xiaodong rushed from the middle circle to the top of the penalty area.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong swinging his legs, Jiang Minshou and Jin Sangzhi subconsciously turned their backs to protect their faces.
Wang Xiaodong, who was facing the ball, did not turn a blind eye to the "obstacle" in front of him. He half-turned and raised his leg, pulling the ball in a straight line in the air. He rushed past the two defenders and hit the goalpost with a "bang". , the bottom line popped up.
"Ah yo yo!" When the fans saw this, they let out a heartfelt sigh.
"What a pity. Wang Xiaodong's kick almost broke through the gate of South Korea."
"Come on, just keep playing with this intensity!"
"Sooner or later a goal will be scored!" Seeing this goalpost, He Wei became excited.
That's right, it's great to play football, but what's the point of always kicking people?
The goalposts are already here, can the goal be far behind?
Just when He Wei thought the game was gradually getting on track, an accident happened again.
To say it was an accident, it was better to say that after deliberately avoiding Wang Xiaodong, the other South Korean team members did so deliberately.
In the 63rd minute, even though his center of gravity was unstable, Li Tianxiu still forced his tail to change direction to seek a breakthrough.
How could Li Tie let his opponent dribble past him like this? When he was about to lose his center of gravity, he barely stretched out a kick to stop Li Tianxiu.
The South Korean striker quickly kicked the ball out with a strong touch, and at the same time, he actively kicked Li Tie's ankle with his own leg.
Plop!
Li Tianxiu, who finally lost his center of gravity, fell directly on Li Tie like a fallen sack.
"Beep!!!" The referee's whistle sounded again.
The players have become numb to such whistles.
Everyone stood there, waiting for the referee to make a decision.
Li Tianxiu was on the ground, covering his legs and wailing.
Just when the Chinese players thought that the referee was urging him to get up quickly, the dark and thin Indonesian referee ran directly towards Li Tie and showed a yellow card above his head before anyone could react.
The card was displayed like a coronation ceremony. A "king" from Indonesia put a medal called "honor" on a Chinese player.
After showing the card coolly, he took out his pen and recorded it behind the yellow card.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"No. 8...how come this Chinese player No. 8 already has a record?"
Halfway through taking out his pen and writing, the referee finally noticed something was wrong.
He turned sideways and looked behind Li Tie.
After confirming that Li Tie was really No. 8 and that he had a yellow card in this game, the referee took a step back again, puffed up his chest, and raised another red card above his head.
Look, this is your DUOBLE honor!
"Fuck you!" No matter how good-tempered Li Tie is, he still gets angry when he sees the other party's funny look.
In total, you just wanted to look cool before you played your cards?
What did I do to him and you just played my cards?
How many times did this kind of collision occur throughout the game?
When did you take out the cards?
Do you want to gain a sense of presence now?
Do you know how much this red card affects our team?
Li Tie quits, the fans quit, and even Zhu Guanghu on the sidelines quits.
You didn't mind blowing one of our goals before, you tolerated giving us so many yellow cards, you didn't blow the whistle when you should, and you blew the whistle when you shouldn't, just because you were not proficient in business... But now you are doing this What's going on with the red card?
Amid the curses from the fans and staff, the situation was about to become uncontrollable again.
Zhu Guanghu quickly ordered other staff and substitutes to come on stage and stop the angry players.
All said and done, the team members barely suppressed their anger.
"Tiezi, don't worry, we will work hard for you!"
Looking at the determined faces of his teammates, Li Tie finally sighed and walked off the court alone.
Seeing Li Tie's lonely back disappearing from the player's tunnel, Li Tianxiu, who had been wailing just now, suddenly got up and applauded with his teammates.
Seeing his opponent's wanton celebration, Wang Xiaodong let out a long sigh: "It's so shameless!"
