After the start of the second half, the situation on the field remained unchanged.
The home team's offense is basically due to its home court advantage, and the away team's counterattack is entirely based on its own strength.
Especially in the 60th minute, after Martin Joel replaced the Silver Horn King, Tottenham's offense directly improved to a higher level.
Bang bang bang! ! !
The heavy artillery that started out became the current Gatling gun.
With Modric's help, Wang Xiaodong played more solidly, without giving his opponents any chance to breathe.
Looking at the exhausted players on the field, Roy Keane was a little annoyed.
When asked by a reporter from the Daily Mail before the game, his arrogant questioner sent shivers down his spine.
"Relegation? Haha..." Keane glanced at the reporter coldly, "I hope this is the last time you use that word!"
In the past few years, Sunderland has barely managed to reach the Premier League every time, only to fall back to the Championship next season. Therefore, the term "relegation" has become an important goal in the minds of many fans.
Perhaps it was because Keane drank a little too much at his 36th birthday party last Friday, but this former Premier League boss has set his goals even further, such as the European War!
Roy Keane wanted to build the Black Cats into an invincible grassroots team, but his ideals were often shattered in the face of reality.
In the 74th minute, Tottenham's third goal came.
It’s still the Chinese DONG that gives all Premier League coaches a headache!
Wang Xiaodong's shot is extremely exaggerated and easy to judge.
But the key is that he can shoot with either foot, and usually delivers a powerful shot in an unexpected way.
Just like this time, Bell's corner kick obviously went a little wide.
But this does not affect Wang Xiaodong.
When he noticed that the ball did not fly towards the goal but directly out of the penalty area, he took a few steps back diagonally and then directly raised his left foot.
Then there was another "bang" sound, and the tense instep hit the falling ball hard.
With a visible backspin, when Mignolet's wrist touched the turf, the ball had already bounced back on the ground, past the Sunderland goalkeeper and into the net.
Beep! ! !
The whistle blows and the goal stands.
"Shet!!!"
Logic Keane shook his arm fiercely.
When his coaching aura was stretched to the extreme, a game that lasted less than 90 minutes brought him back to his original form.
"How did this happen?"
"Are long-range shots from outside the penalty area popular in the Premier League now?"
"DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG!!!" From the stands, there were waves of mountains and tsunamis.
Bell ran up to Wang Xiaodong, the two high-fived each other, and then slowly ran towards their own half.
Such a goal is no longer enough to make Wang Xiaodong excited. In his opinion, it is not much different from a random kick in training.
"Farke, we can't let that kid go on like this!" Keane stamped his foot fiercely and was about to play the last substitution card.
At this moment, Mignolet's gesture once again made his mood hit rock bottom.
"Shet, what's that gesture of yours?"
"What do you want to do?"
Seeing Mignolet's arms circling above his head, Roy Keane suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
He didn't bring a second substitute goalkeeper today!
The current Premier League still has a 16-man roster, which means that in addition to the 11 starting players, each coach can only bring 5 substitutes.
Because of this, there are many coaches who will not put the second wicket in the squad in some situations where they are "completely sure".
Just like Roy Keane today.
But now, he is already paying for his "little cleverness".
"Eh? Mignolet is injured?"
"Is he going to leave early?"
The commentator at the Stadium of Light was also surprised when he saw this scene.
Although I had long expected that I might not be able to beat Tottenham at home, I really didn't expect that my opponent would beat their own team so badly.
Sunderland has not returned to the Premier League in the past two years. Has the intensity of the Premier League changed so much?
"Mr. Keane, I'm sorry, I..."
Mignolet walked off the field by himself. After taking off his jersey and gloves to his teammates who came on temporarily, Mignolet looked embarrassed in front of Roy Keane.
"Simon, how are you?" No matter what, Roy Keane was still worried about his main goalkeeper.
"Mr. Keane, I'm afraid the situation is very bad." Mignolet stretched out his arms, allowing Keane to clearly see the bruises on his arms.
That was left after forcefully catching Wang Xiaodong's shot again and again!
Especially the swelling on both wrists of Mignolet made Roy Keane frightened.
"Simon, what are you..."
"That's right, Mr. Keane, it's him!" When recalling Wang Xiaodong's powerful shot just now, a trace of fear flashed deep in Mignolet's pupils, "DONG's shot was so powerful that my two It’s a bit too much for my wrists!”
"Most of his shots are outside the penalty area!" Roy Keane said puzzled.
"That's right. I thought so too." Mignolet's cheeks turned red, "But I changed my mind at the beginning of the second half."
"Mr. Keane, DONG's shots never seem to control the power. Every shot he takes is comparable to Carlos and Batty! I can stop one, two, three... but he kicked eight , nine, or ten, I can no longer control the outcome.”
"Even the shot just now, I didn't react immediately..."
"I'm afraid, my muscles also have some kind of memory during this time."
After listening to Mignolet's explanation, Roy Keane was silent.
Muscle memory is important for every goalkeeper as it helps the goalkeeper make moves before they even react.
But if, as Mignolet said, Wang Xiaodong can leave a "fear muscle memory" on goalkeepers, it will be a disaster for all Premier League goalkeepers!
Thinking about this, Roy Keane remembered the gossip about Van der Sar's hand being bandaged a few days ago.
It seems that is all true!
At this point in the game, Roy Keane just hopes that the team will not be scored by the opponent again. The less you lose, the more you win!
No matter how complacent or full of confidence, at this moment, the former Premier League boss was completely beaten to pieces by Wang Xiaodong's long-range heavy artillery.
Many Sunderland players have already helped the goalkeeper block several Wang Xiaodong's shots. Those players who were bored were grinning at this moment, wishing they could return to the English Championship immediately and play the football that belongs to them.
At the 82nd minute of the game, both teams had made all substitutions, but Wang Xiaodong still stayed on the court.
Every Premier League coach knows that physical strength and strength have always been Wang Xiaodong's two strengths.
Unless there are special circumstances, no one will take off a player who is "unable to run".
Seeing that Tottenham are still attacking and frequently threatening the home team's goal, Roy Keane is also anxious now. He always feels that he has to do something.
In the 84th minute, Lennon, who came on as a substitute, sprinted towards the Sunderland penalty area like crazy in order to open up his goal account for the new season.
Under the desperate defense of the Black Cat defender, the ball was shoveled out of bounds.
Lennon got up and ran towards the rolling ball almost subconsciously, but when he caught up with the ball, he found a pair of leather shoes blocking his way.
The next second, before Lennon could speak, the pair of leather shoes swung twice above the ball and rolled behind their owner.
Lennon saw this and hurriedly stopped the car. Looking at Roy Keane in front of him, Lennon's heart was pounding.
It was so dangerous, so dangerous, just one centimeter away, and he was about to rush into the arms of this Premier League boss.
Seeing Keane's condescending and terrifying face, Lennon shuddered and was overwhelmed by the fear of the boss Keane.
The electric mice just looked at each other, then quickly lowered their heads, trying to avoid Keen.
But I don’t know whether it was intentional by the former Premier League villain or something else. Lennon turned to the left, but he turned to the right; Lennon turned to the right, but he turned to the left, blocking Lennon three times in a row.
Lennon had no choice but to raise his head along the other's taupe tie and glance at the other's terrifying face again.
After looking at each other again, Keane stood still and let Lennon go around him to retrieve the ball.
Keane's "little move" was noticed by the fans of the away team and burst into boos.
"Hey, you coward, is this all you can do?"
"You are still talking about 'pulling out the hot spurs', are your short claws enough?"
"Hahaha, Keane, this is no longer the era of Manchester United, why are you still so arrogant?"
"Can this little trick prevent us from scoring a goal?"
The visiting team's stands burst into laughter. The home team was lagging behind, but it was also the home team that was delaying time.
This can only prove one problem, that is, the home team is in trouble and wants to end the game as soon as possible.
Facing the boos from the fans, Keane showed better restraint.
Back then, he could ignore the existence of fans on the court. Now that he is the head coach, he doesn't take these fans seriously.
He looked at his own player who was originally a defender but was wearing a goalkeeper uniform at the moment, and he only hoped that there would be no more "injured" like Mignolet on the team.
The league is a long process, and the head coach does not need to care about the gains and losses of one city or one pool.
The corners of Keane's mouth turned up, and he was already thinking about how to deal with his opponent in the second round.
At this moment, the ball that had just been thrown back into the field by Lennon was pushed out of the sideline by his own players. Anyway, he bounced towards Keen again.
This time, Keane did it again.
Facing the ball that bounced towards him, he once again blocked the path of the ball.
"Fuck you, get out of here!" was a classic national curse.
Just as Keane was about to raise his leg to show off his skills, a white tank rushed towards him.
"It's DONG..."
Bang! ! !
Before Roy Keane could react, Wang Xiaodong knocked him away with half of his body and headed straight for the ball that bounced away.
Bang!
Keane, who was holding his chest, had no time to support him with his hands, and the back of his head hit the ground directly.
The 36-year-old Keane never expected that Wang Xiaodong would hit him directly.
Or maybe he planned to have some friction with the oncoming Wang Xiaodong, but he didn't expect Wang Xiaodong to hit him so decisively and without leaving any room!
Where are you running to pick up the ball?
This is obviously coming for me!
"Oh Shet!!!"
The moment Keane fell, the Black Cats substitutes, who had been trained by this Premier League villain for a year, immediately jumped up from the bench and swarmed forward.
Wang Xiaodong, who had retrieved the ball, had just taken two steps when an arm grabbed the back of his neck.
"Fake, who asked you to leave..."
Whoosh!
Balzili's eyes were splitting as he looked at the sandbag-sized fist in front of him, and he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva.
His fist was already in the air, but Wang Xiaodong's fist was faster.
As soon as he turned around, it hit the bridge of his nose.
Feeling the fist wind at that moment, Barzili immediately swallowed his harsh words.
"Pap..."
The ball fell to the ground and bounced to Roy Keane's feet.
Wang Xiaodong glared back at the opponent who had just grabbed his collar: "If you don't want to go to the hospital, get your dirty hands away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bardsley immediately withdrew his left arm from Wang Xiaodong's shoulder.
In front of everyone else, Wang Xiaodong straightened out his twisted neck collars, looked viciously at the Sunderland players in front of him who dared not attack, and slowly retreated into the boundary.
Seeing this scene, the fans were also a little confused.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"He knocked down our coach, why don't you go up and teach him a lesson?"
"Damn it, what a bunch of cowards! A kind of coward, a guy who loses control at critical moments!"
Some fans of the home team who did not take it too seriously were shouting angrily in the stands. Later, paper rolls, water bottles, cigarette butts and other debris were thrown from the stands and hit the Sunderland bench.
The conflict was quickly stopped by the players and staff from both sides who arrived. Under the protection of Bell, Robbie Keane and Berbatov, Wang Xiaodong disappeared into the crowd.
The Sunderland team was getting bigger and bigger, but no one dared to step forward.
The referee also rushed over, stood in the clearly separated aisles on both sides, and waved to Wang Xiaodong in the Tottenham crowd.
"DONG..." Although King Silver Horn was badly injured by the woman, he was still very brave in such moments of right and wrong on the court.
"It's okay, they are just a bunch of cowards!" Wang Xiaodong shook his head and broke away from Modric's hand, "If they wanted to take action, they would have done it long ago. If they also imagined those idiots in Portsmouth, Same thing..."
Wang Xiaodong pushed away his teammates who were blocking him and stood in front of the referee with a provocative look on his face.
"Mr. Referee, I think you just saw it. I just wanted to pick up the ball." Wang Xiaodong explained slowly, "My mind was all on the football, and I didn't even see anyone in front of me."
"It was too late when I hit Mr Keane, hopefully he wasn't hit by me."
"If he is injured in any way, I will bear all his medical expenses."
In a few words, Wang Xiaodong "explained clearly" what had just happened.
Objectively, he admitted that he hit Keane and was willing to bear the possible consequences; subjectively, he distanced himself and described himself as an athlete who only has football in his eyes.
In this way, it can be regarded as giving the referee a step down.
Today's referee is from Wales and he doesn't want to wade into this muddy water.
He saw Roy Keane teasing Lennon just now, but in order to take care of the emotions of the home team fans, he said nothing.
This time Roy Keane wanted to repeat his old tricks, but he ran into a tough problem.
If he were not a referee but a neutral player, he might have stood up and clapped his hands in celebration at this moment.
But now, he must put away any possible smile on his face and raise a card in front of Wang Xiaodong in front of everyone.
The card is yellow.
After seeing the color of the card clearly, the Stadium of Light immediately fell into an earthquake.
