In the 63rd minute of the game, something happened on the field that could change the outcome of the game.
Li Tie turned two yellows into one red and was sent off. The Chinese team had to fight with 10 players in the remaining time.
For a time, thousands of South Korean fans made a commotion in the stands.
"Hahaha, he deserves it, who made him foul!"
"Have you been sent off?"
"Go away, Team China, you are not qualified to win the Asian Cup! The Dragon Boat Festival belongs to us!"
Looking at the South Korean fans in the stands who were jeering in unison, the remaining players on the field were filled with indignation and wanted to rush forward and engage in a hand-to-hand fight with each other.
"Xiaodong, you...don't be impulsive!" Zheng Zhi looked worried.
At a time when the team members were all furious, Wang Xiaodong showed an uncharacteristic calmness.
Teammates don't believe this is a "sudden growth" or "a general's wind at critical moments". They know that this is just the calm before the storm.
"Don't worry, Captain, Brother Du, Lao Zhao..." Wang Xiaodong said softly, "It won't be long before our numbers will be equal."
The situation on the field for the ten-man Chinese team became even more difficult. Although the opponent had no substitutions, the three freshmen were enough to wear down the Chinese team's midfield.
Wang Xiaodong showed the fighting spirit of a world-class midfielder. In the next ten minutes, he single-handedly blocked Kim Jong-woo, Yeom Ki-hoon, Oh Beom-seok and Son Dae-ho.
Bumping, blocking, pushing, kicking, pulling, dragging, tripping, squeezing, arching, kicking, shoveling... whatever Wang Xiaodong can do, he will throw it at his opponent.
In the footage, Wang Xiaodong is often seen knocking over two or three South Korean players alone. Once he grabs the ball, he will be double-teamed and surrounded by his opponents in an instant.
Once, twice, three times, four times...
Seeing that the game turned into a battle between South Korea and Wang Xiaodong in the midfield, in the VIP seats, our Prime Minister and the South Korean manager sitting opposite looked at each other and showed a socially acceptable smile.
Jin DaZhang even showed a proud expression: "Long live the friendship between China and South Korea, long live the friendship!"
In the 71st minute, Wang Xiaodong just grabbed the ball from Sun Dahao. The next second, he was tackled to the ground by Wu Fanxi.
Come on, come on!
I'll have a great time playing with you!
After getting up, Wang Xiaodong quickly leaned his back against Wu Fanxi and raised his hand to ask for the ball.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's ferocious expression, Du Wei subconsciously threw the ball towards him.
Facing the incoming ball, Wang Xiaodong pushed hard with his back, knocking Wu Fanxi back.
Then he stopped the ball with his chest, and without waiting for the ball to hit the ground, he turned around and kicked the ball forward without hesitation.
But as soon as Wang Xiaodong's kick flew less than two meters, there was a "bang" and it hit the face of Jin Zhengyou who was filling in at the side.
The next second, the ball flew into the sky.
The Indonesian referee would not penalize such a ball at all, and did not even have the intention to blow the whistle.
Ignoring Jin Zhengyou who collapsed on the ground, Bai Xiaotian once again squeezed away Wu Fanxi beside him, caught up with the ball that fell in the air, and rushed forward.
Seeing this, the other players didn't know whether to follow or wait for the referee to blow the whistle.
At this moment, Zheng Zhi was the first to react, "Listen to the whistle, listen to the whistle!!!"
yes!
The referee didn't even blow the whistle, why do you, a player, worry so much?
In an instant, other team members followed Wang Xiaodong and rushed forward.
At this moment, the team members were all suffocating. Thinking of Li Tie's fate, the team members thought that Kim Jong-woo might as well not be able to get up!
Taking advantage of the gap created after the opponent's defense hesitated to return, Wang Xiaodong suddenly stepped forward and quickly brought the ball to the top of the gourd in the South Korean penalty area.
"Wang Xiaodong dribbles the ball..."
"Long shot!!!" He Wei exclaimed.
"Block!!!" goalkeeper Li Yun shouted.
This time, Li Yun didn't need to remind him that Wang Xiaodong's target was not on the opponent's goal either.
There was another "boom", and before No. 3 Kim Jin-gyu could turn around, the ball hit him hard in the ribs.
Huge pain surged up, and Jin Zhenkyu wanted to scream loudly, but found that he couldn't make any sound at all.
The South Korean defender fell silently at Wang Xiaodong's feet with his mouth wide open.
But Wang Xiaodong didn't even blink. He raised his thigh again towards the ball falling in the air, seemingly intending to continue to attack the goal.
"Wang Xiaodong cums again!!!" He Wei took a deep breath again and burst out.
"boom!!!"
The ball still did not fly towards the goal, but directly hit the head of Kim Jin-kyu who was curled up on the ground, and bounced directly off the baseline.
In less than ten seconds, two South Korean team members were hit in the head by Wang Xiaodong. One of them didn't even react at all and fell asleep on the ground like a dead person.
"Fake Smita, are you going to kill him???" Jin Xiangzhi's eyes were splitting at the side. He and Jin Jingyu had just come to block Wang Xiaodong's attention.
But in the blink of an eye, his comrade had fallen, and he roared loudly out of fear.
"Don't touch me!" With a card on his back, Wang Xiaodong innocently raised his hands to show his innocence.
"With this skill, you might as well go and see if your teammate is alive and well, and see if he can stand up again!" Wang Xiaodong was afraid that the other person didn't understand English, so he raised his chin and pointed at the unconscious Jin Zhengui on the ground.
At this moment, Kim Jung-you had slowly stood up with the help of his teammates, while Kim Jin-kyu, after the team doctor's inspection, put his hands and feet on the stretcher.
"Fake, DONG, you did it on purpose!" Seeing his teammates being carried off the field, Li Tianxiu couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to Wang Xiaodong and shouted loudly.
"What did you say? I don't understand Smecta!" Wang Xiaodong smiled slightly, sat down, and took off his tattered socks that he had only changed into new ones in the second half.
But when he moved the shin guard to the side, several scratches that were still bleeding were scattered on the bruises after being stepped on: "This stick, are you here to put a band-aid on me?"
Criticisms arose again in the stands. Some people called Wang Xiaodong too cruel, while others called the players deserved it.
Kim's swollen face had turned the color of pig liver. Kim Jung-woo could barely kick, but Kim Jin-kyu was really in trouble.
The one-man advantage that was finally achieved has now become an equal number.
Ten against ten, the balance once again tilted towards the Chinese team.
"Wow hahahahaha! Wang Xiaodong's kick is so beautiful and feels so good!"
"It's such a relief! Kick these sticks to death! Damn it, they've already seen this and they don't like it!"
"This is my Chinese man! From today on, no matter where Wang Xiaodong plays, I will support him! I will always be his fan!"
"Ahhhhhhhh!!! Wang Xiaodong!!! I love you, I love you!!!"
In this era, the Internet was not particularly developed, and there were no virgin bitches, shepherd dogs, or other public figures.
At this moment, almost all fans were on Wang Xiaodong's side.
No one was talking about sportsmanship or anything, and they were all calling for Wang Xiaodong.
But netizens are netizens, and fans are fans.
As the on-site commentator, Committee He also had to seek a legitimate "status" for Wang Xiaodong.
"Uh... Wang Xiaodong's two shots were too hasty."
"He wanted to score a goal so much, and the South Korean players were playing so hard that they had such an unexpected situation."
"But for the Chinese team, South Korea plays one less player, which just fills the vacancy after Lee Iron's dismissal."
"In this way, both sides are on the same starting line again."
A few words of congratulation to the committee member can make a huge difference.
There was no mention at all of whether the game should be stopped after the opponent fell to the ground, and whether it was intentional to repeatedly talk about the same player.
He explained this incident as Wang Xiaodong wanted to take a shot, and the South Korean players stepped forward to block it.
It not only cleared Wang Xiaodong's responsibility, but also gave his opponent a step down.
With a few words of understatement, Wang Xiaodong's "hurting someone by playing football" was over.
This scene was also seen by many European fans watching the Asian Cup final.
Italian and Spanish fans raised their glasses directly in the bar and cheered offline. They also threatened that as long as Wang Xiaodong comes to play in their country, no matter which league he is in or which team he plays for, they will support Wang Xiaodong without any reservation.
Some Portuguese supermodels even posted directly on their social media. Although they are not fans of the Chinese team, they immediately became Wang Xiaodong's number one fan after this kick.
And if the Chinese team wins, they will also publish their own photos to cheer up the Chinese team. Not only that, if Wang Xiaodong agreed unilaterally, they would not mind sacrificing their lives for Wang Xiaodong.
Xiao Luo also directly posted on his social media: "What is heavy artillery? This is heavy artillery! Blast them to death!"
Every time I see a social media update from these European football stars and female models, it will attract countless likes and reposts from netizens. One Spanish female fan even cut off her upper body and posted it, saying it was a "reward" for Wang Xiaodong, which caused countless netizens to exclaim.
Football and beauties are topics that attract fans wherever they go.
Five minutes after the game restarted, the Chinese team got a corner kick opportunity.
Just when Li Yun was instructing his teammates to set up defense, Sun Xiang in the corner kick area suddenly kicked the ball out quickly.
There was neither a cross nor a direct shot, but a direct pass to Wang Xiaodong running from the top of the penalty area. After the latter stopped the ball in the upper right corner of the penalty area and turned around, he pushed the arch of his right foot outward and then rounded his right leg again.
"Don't let him kick!" A South Korean player exclaimed from the penalty area.
But Wang Xiaodong grinned and pushed with the arch of his foot again to avoid Lian Jixun who was rushing towards him with his back, and once again pulled inward at an angle.
After getting out of neutral, Wang Xiaodong directly pushed to the highest level.
No matter who you are, I will kick the ball out first!
"boom!"
The ball shot up from the ground.
Once again, the South Korean defender was stifled.
Jin Zhiyou, who was stunned, fell directly to the ground, covering his left rib and unable to scream.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Minshou quickly cleared the ball out of bounds. The referee's whistle finally sounded at this moment, and players from both sides once again gathered around the injured player who fell to the ground.
"This...another South Korean team member is injured?" Looking at Jin Zhiyou who couldn't help but convulse on the screen, He Wei also looked helpless.
"These South Korean players are really desperate. In order to prevent Wang Xiaodong from scoring, they all stepped forward to block the goal..." He Wei coughed and continued, "The style of play in South Korea has always been He is just fierce and lifeless, and when I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation!"
The fans in the stands had been in a quarrel for a long time. Some Jilin fans even cursed each other in dialect. The stands were full of gunpowder.
At the VIP table, our Prime Minister raised his glass and made a toast gesture to Jin Dazhong from a distance.
Looking at the other party's smiling expression, he laughed and said: "Long live friendship, long live friendship..."
