Seeing Bell touch the ball, there was a roar in the stands.
But before the fans' shouts reached their peak, they saw the ball hit Bell's left leg hard. The great sage's body staggered forward due to inertia and almost fell to the ground.
In order to catch up with the ball, Bell has reached the maximum speed, even exceeding the physical load.
Bell, who was hit so unbalanced, dodged his arms twice in a row that he could barely control his center of gravity, but his speed inevitably slowed down.
Taking advantage of this moment, Nesta and Jankulovsky had already caught up and rushed back to their penalty area.
Bell looked at the ball bouncing away towards the sideline. After taking a deep breath, he picked up speed again.
"Bell~~~~"
“Don’t give up yet!!!”
Seeing Bell speeding up again, the commentator also stretched his throat to cheer for the young player from Tottenham.
How can you not respect a man who is trying his best on the court?
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Once again, the Great Sage, who was fully fired up in a short period of time, roared from the bottom of his heart, taking three steps per second. After three seconds, Bell, who had run ten steps, jumped hard, stretched out his left leg, and tightened it until it was straight.
Bell's body slid on the turf, his heels connecting with the rolling ball like an air tanker.
After all this was done in a flash, with a pop, the great sage's butt landed on the ground, using the friction with the turf to brake quickly.
Finally, Bell controlled his left leg and shrank desperately, using his last strength to push his left calf back.
After doing all this, Bell, who could no longer control his body, slid away from the side of the ball that had stopped in place and rushed straight towards the cameraman outside the court.
The photographer holding the camera backed away repeatedly, lowered the angle, and began to focus.
At this moment, neither the offensive players nor the defensive players expected that Bell could touch the ball at the last moment or even save the ball.
Seeing the ball stopped on the sideline, Yankulovsky reacted and rushed out of the penalty area towards the sideline. Lennon, who rushed towards the center from the other side, also speeded up again and approached Bell from the other side, creating a passing gap for his teammates.
The cameraman took five or six steps back, and Bell, who slid more than four meters away, finally stopped the car with his butt and back.
At this moment, the great sage did not hesitate at all. He turned around and climbed up. In just one second, he rushed back to the ball again.
The left foot moved to the right, and the arch of the right foot moved forward to block. A beautiful fried ball passed directly past Yankulovsky who had not had time to brake.
Seeing Bale shake away the Milan defender, the fans couldn't control their emotions and once again burst into louder voices.
"Great Sage, here, here!"
Lennon shouted as he ran, pointing with two hands at his feet.
Only he knows that even though Bell's moves are smooth and smooth, he has actually reached the end of his strength.
Two consecutive overloaded sprints, plus a sliding shovel to climb up and turn around to fry balls. From the beginning of the sprint to now, Bell had no time to adjust his breathing.
Although still far away, Lennon could clearly see Bell's rising and falling chest.
As long as he is entangled by Jankulovski at this moment, Bell may not even have the strength to protect the ball with his back.
In other words, Bell is only relying on one breath to hold on so far.
But at this moment, Bell, who was breathing his last breath, did not make a safe short pass to his teammates. Instead, he glanced up at the penalty area and suddenly raised his right leg.
At this moment, Gareth Bale's two-touch ability was fully demonstrated in front of fans around the world.
"Bell chose the long pass!!!" Looking at Bell taking a quick shot in the camera, even Huang Jianxiang whispered.
The commentators, who could only see the battle in the camera, were scratching their heads at this moment. They wished they could come to the scene immediately and overlook the destination of the ball from a high altitude.
"The ball flew directly to the Milan penalty area..."
"Later point..."
"Dida is still retreating..."
Bell's pass was too high and too close to the goalkeeper.
After Nesta and Kaladze retreated to the small penalty area line, they stopped and turned to look at their goalkeeper.
Dida also retreated to the limit at this time. With his many years of goalkeeping experience, if the ball was really hanging into the dead center of the goal, it would definitely miss.
The ball had started to fall, but it was a little late.
It can be judged from the path of the ball that the ball has flown out of the goal frame at this time.
As a goalkeeper, there is no need to catch such a dangerous high-altitude ball, just wait for it to fly out of the sideline.
Time also seemed to slow down a lot.
Why hasn't this ball fallen yet?
Is the kick too big?
It's already starting to go sideways.
Is his foot really a trap?
Tick tock, tick tock...
Time ticked by, and the sound of the second hand beating sounded in Dida's ears.
Like a countdown bomb.
at this time.
A white figure burst into Milan's penalty area at some point.
This side is the penalty area and the point behind the goal, and there is no position for the defensive players at all.
The white figure seemed to be in a deserted place. Just before the ball flying in the air was about to fall, it finally jumped up high.
"IT'S..." At this moment, the on-site commentator's eyes were splitting, his Adam's apple was surging up and down, and he could no longer make any sound.
"I know some day it'll all turn around (I know one day everything will be better),
because (because...),
all my live I've been waiting for (all my life I've been waiting for),
I've been praying for (I've been praying for),
for the people to say (just for the people to say)..."
"XIAO DONG!!!"
In the high-pitched BGM, Wang Xiaodong jumped up to be more than one meter high from the ground. In the blink of an eye, he had flown three meters away from the starting point, and was about to fly out of the bottom line.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong who came through the fog, Brazil's national gate was wide-eyed at this moment, and the figure in his pupils became clearer and clearer.
What is he going to do? ? ?
What to do?
Shoot!
Wang Xiaodong in the air did not stretch his legs like a triple jumper and try his best to reach the ball. On the contrary, he had already jumped in front of the ball and still had time to wait for the ball to arrive.
While waiting for the ball, Wang Xiaodong, who had his right foot in front, suddenly retracted his right leg and rushed forward with his left leg.
Before anyone else could react, the right leg that had been swung behind him quickly returned to the front again. The left leg that he just stretched forward suddenly stepped back as if he were stepping on the air to gain strength.
Bang! ! !
Wang Xiaodong's folded leg in the air hit the ball directly behind him. Under the fierce thrust of his instep, the ball falling in the air suddenly changed its defense line and plunged into the top net from the triangle between Milan's back post and crossbar.
When riding the wind, you need a green sail to guide you; when going against the waves, why do you need a brocade cable to guide you? Today's volley crossing was performed, which was comparable to the Immortal from Outer Heaven! ! !
"oh!"
"purchase!"
“Too bad!!!”
The microphone in the commentator's hand fell to the ground and his mouth opened wide. I have been working as a commentator for more than ten years, and this is the first time I have lost my temper like this.
The Stade Louis II briefly fell into silence.
The next second, deafening shouts rose into the sky.
"Wang Defa???"
"What kind of magic shot is this???"
“This goal really went in???”
The foreigner who was short of words could not think of any modifiers to describe Wang Xiaodong's shot. He could only shout his name after reacting.
"XIAO DONG!"
"XIAO DONG!"
"XIAO DONG!!!"
Amid passionate cheers, Wang Xiaodong, who swung his leg in the air to shoot, landed safely, as if he had just done an insignificant thing.
"See? That's my man! That's my man!!!"
In the stands, the little witch stepped on the stool and cheered selflessly with other fans.
