BENG!
SHUA!! !
The photographer couldn't react.
The camera doesn't respond.
The transmission signal also fails to respond.
Dida couldn't react.
The referee couldn't react.
But the fans at the scene reacted.
Especially the Tottenham fans behind the Milan goal, they reacted as soon as the ball entered the net.
There is no other reason.
The ball that appeared out of nowhere had already stretched the net high.
One second, two seconds...
The net that soared into the sky still did not fall.
Three seconds, four seconds...
The voices of the fans are still echoing.
Five seconds, six seconds...
Dida, who was the first to react, softened his knees and fell to his knees.
Seven seconds, eight seconds...
Robbie Keane was the first to rush to Wang Xiaodong and pick him up.
"GOAL!"
"WONDERFUL GOAL!!!"
"Unbelievable!"
"Oh, the cake seller!"
"WHAT'S THAT?"
The on-site commentator was a little confused.
Until now, he still couldn't understand what had just happened.
Wang Xiaodong scored again?
How did he get in?
What was that posture just now?
what is that?
Isn't it a big deal?
It’s no wonder that the commentator looked like he had never seen the world before. Wang Xiaodong’s shot just now was even more shocking than his previous goal.
If Wang Xiaodong's flying in the sky was completed with the support of run-up and step jump, then how to explain the scene just now?
Did DONG ever practice gymnastics?
The replay footage on the big screen at the scene deliberately stretched the time bar at the moment Wang Xiaodong touched the ball and made a slow-motion replay.
Faced with Modric's pass that was too high and too fast, Wang Xiaodong did not deliberately jump to catch it.
Instead, after standing firm on your right leg, tighten your left leg, and use your entire body's center of gravity to stretch your straight left leg out.
When the outstretched left foot reached its highest point, it was just in time to catch Modric's cross in the air.
At this moment, the height of the instep of Wang Xiaodong's left foot reached at least about 1.9 meters, and his two legs instantly formed a straight vertical line, perpendicular to the turf.
Just like that, the drawn ball rushed towards the gate guarded by Dida with a devastating force.
The Brazilian national goalkeeper has not yet reacted, his mind and eyes are still focused on capturing the target point of Modric's cross.
After clearly seeing Wang Xiaodong's shooting posture, there was another exclamation from the stands.
Is this really a shot taken by a football player?
Isn’t it true that only Olympic champions can perform such standard gymnastics moves?
At this time, the foreigners who had never seen the world were holding their heads, unable to believe the scene that had just happened.
"Wow, wow, wow!!!" The girl called Nancy by the little witch grabbed her collar with both hands and roared exaggeratedly.
Her face and neck turned red due to congestion, and her sunglasses drooped down on the bridge of her nose, revealing a pair of big elven eyes.
What kind of handsome boy? What Son of God? What kind of sunny boy?
At this moment, Nancy had already forgotten Kaka's handsome face.
"DONG's figure is really that good? Can DONG's legs really be spread that wide? Oh my God, is that really DONG?"
The little witch was shaken and dizzy and covered her head, "Uh... I don't know, I've never seen him like that..."
"Haha, didn't we just meet?" Nancy's face was as excited as a ripe apple, "DONG's body is really great! It's hard and flexible! I'm going to try it tonight Give it a try, Hermione, and you won't even be able to open your legs wide enough."
"Bastard!" The little witch blushed and looked at Nancy who was eager to try. She had never been so jealous of her boyfriend as she was now.
"Hmph, bastard Xiaodong, let's see how I deal with you tonight!" The little witch gritted her teeth, her mind filled with "Ten tortures of having sex".
...
"It's incredible!"
"Wang Xiaodong scored again!"
"AC Milan did not take the lead to halftime, Ancelotti miscalculated!"
"With Wang Xiaodong's gymnastic volley, Tottenham once again equalized the score tenaciously!"
"The cheers on the court couldn't stop, even the fans were crazy about it."
"Wang Xiaodong's two goals today are definitely world-class. Looking at the entire European football world, no one may be able to achieve these goals."
"Sure enough, veterans play like veterans, and young people play like young people."
"This is a collision between the old and new powers of Serie A and the Premier League. This Super Cup is definitely the most exciting final in the past 20 years!"
Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun were very excited. In fact, not only them, but also the domestic fans were excited.
At this time, it was already more than midnight in China. It was originally a time when everyone fell asleep, but because of Wang Xiaodong's two goals, reality became more wonderful than a dream.
"Wang Xiaodong Niu X!"
"Oh my God, this is amazing!"
"Can you score this goal? He is simply the king of the ball!"
"King...Ball King?"
"No, it's the winter ball king, the winter ball king!!!"
Countless words of praise poured in, and the European Super Cup can be regarded as one of the most valuable finals on the planet.
A Chinese player defeated all the stars in such a game and became the focus of the audience. At this moment, the domestic fans in front of the TV felt extremely proud.
The Milan players who were equalized looked at each other. It is true that they can play a gorgeous and smooth pass and receive cooperation, and use the key movements of star players to deliver a fatal blow at the end; but Tottenham can also use their fighting style to compete with young and strong players. Physically, kicking the world with one kick after another.
Neither of them can copy each other, and both have their own distinctive features.
While young people envy the veterans for their greater maturity and tacit understanding, why don't the veterans envy the young people for their aggressiveness and strong bodies?
Seeing Wang Xiaodong lift up the thigh muscles exposed under his shorts, whether it was Pirlo or Odo, these veterans shook their heads helplessly.
If they had shot the ball just like Wang Xiaodong did, they might have strained their body before the ball even touched it.
Not to mention anything else, as for Wang Xiaodong's "one-legged one-word horse", there are only a few people here who can do it.
Including fans.
After the score was equalized, Milan wanted to control the situation on the court again with the help of their feet. But time was running out. After Pirlo failed to take a shot from outside the penalty area, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.
During the halftime break, fans in the stands, in the bars outside the stadium, and even those sitting in front of the TV were all talking about Wang Xiaodong's wonderful performance with great interest.
The fans danced, boasted, and ran out of words to describe the wonderful scene just now. But I found that no words could describe Wang Xiaodong's violent aesthetics.
In competitions such as the European Super Cup, Wang Xiaodong is able to remain calm in the face of danger and repeatedly contributes miraculous touches. He seems to be born for big scenes.
At this moment, not only the fans, but also Gao Hongbo sat in front of the TV and praised him repeatedly.
"This kid Wang Xiaodong is really amazing!" Gao Hongbo, who had just been appointed as the head coach of the national team, smacked his lips. "He has such strength at a young age. I guess this time I will propose to build a national team with him as the core. No one in the team will object, right?"
