"Beidon, Beidon, Beidon, Beidon..."
Bai Baihe fans stood in front of their seats and shouted.
This time, instead of favoring the goalscorer alone, they chanted for their combination.
After making several breakthroughs in thirty minutes, Bell finally passed the ball to the person he trusted most in the most successful one.
And the man he trusted the most lived up to expectations and knocked on the door guarded by Dida again with an unreasonable shot.
In the center of the court, Bell, who assisted, and Wang Xiaodong, who scored the goal, hugged each other tightly.
After holding Bell in a circle, Wang Xiaodong simply lifted Bell up by the waist.
The great sage with a golden mohawk had no scruples. The moment Wang Xiaodong lifted him to the highest point, he opened his arms like a fighter jet soaring in the sky.
Looking at the two people who had a tacit understanding, countless fujoshi in the stands showed aunty smiles.
"Look, I'll just say it!"
"DONG and Bell are a perfect match!"
The equalizer at the last minute was a huge boost to Tottenham's morale.
Bale looked down at Modric, who ran over to celebrate with him, grinning almost to his ears.
What is the latest "Dongka Combination", our "Beidong Combination" is the eternal god!
From leading, to being equalized; to leading, to being equalized...
Taking the lead three times in a row and being tied three times in a row.
AC Milan was panting, and many people looked at the Tottenham players opposite with disbelief.
"MD, the Premier League is so difficult!"
"First it was Liverpool and now it's Tottenham."
"The Premier League is a bunch of desperate lunatics!"
Thinking back to Istanbul two years ago, it was a pain for all Milan players.
Today, the horrific nightmare of that day seems to be happening again.
It's just that the enemy opposite has changed his clothes to white.
"Oh my god! It's incredible!" Huang Jianxiang shouted in the studio.
"Bell's last pass was so exciting and beautiful!"
"Perfect suppression of speed!"
Looking at the playback in the camera, Huang Jianxiang screamed repeatedly.
"Cafu, Emerson, Serginho..."
"The joint defense line formed by these three Brazilian veterans on the right is simply worthless in front of Bell who is soaring!"
"Bell just moved forward easily with one kick and defeated the defense in this area."
"This is Bell who has been running for 85 minutes!"
"At the end of the race, he was still able to run such a fast speed."
"Even Serginho, who just came on, couldn't get any closer."
"Wang Xiaodong's last shot was not so much a shot from outside the penalty area as it was the ending and summary of Bell's breakthrough."
"3 to 3!"
"Tottenham equalized the score at the end of the game!"
"The suspense of the game is back!"
On the sidelines of the pitch, Ancelotti stamped his feet in anger.
In terms of coaching ability, he can be regarded as the top coach in football.
Not only did he anticipate that Tottenham would launch an attack from the wing after falling behind again, he also replaced players with strong energy in advance for targeted defense.
But the result?
His tactical plan was shattered in the face of Bell's unparalleled speed, such as zone defense and special marking defense...
Three Brazilians were fooled around by a Welshman.
Is this the role of having top talent?
At this moment, Ancelotti finally realized the pain of the old Robson opponent.
The opponent's players were there, but none of his own could stop him!
"Today's Tottenham gave all Serie A teams a textbook game on how to deal with Milan!"
An Pang shook his head, his heart full of bitterness.
There are a lot of stars in his team, including Kaká, Nesta, Maldini, Gattuso, Ronaldo, Inzaghi, Dida...
Any one of these people can become the absolute core of a team.
But these stars all fell in front of an enemy called "years". Even Kaka in his prime was holding his knees with both hands and panting.
As the youngest member of the team, he started to help those teammates who were exhausted from the 60th minute of the game.
Even for the Son of God, his legs feel as heavy as lead.
When Tottenham scored the equalizing goal, the support in the hearts of all Milan players suddenly collapsed.
Many team members stood still with their feet rooted to the ground, unwilling to move another step.
"What are you doing standing still?"
"Go back to your place!"
"The game isn't over yet, should we start giving up now?"
Nesta shouted loudly, reminding his teammates who were struggling around him that the game was not over yet.
"Yes, the game is not over yet, and our opponents are not ahead of us!" The sunny and handsome boy also raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"It's just that the score was tied!"
"We still have a chance, the worst we can do is score another one!"
At this moment, the Milan players encouraged each other, and the eyes of these veterans gradually showed determination.
They may be surprised by Bell's crazy speed, or they may be temporarily distracted.
But for veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, it only takes a moment to adjust their mentality.
Players can adjust their mentality quickly, but ordinary people can't.
Seeing the players from both sides returning to their positions, the UEFA officials in the stands and the person in charge of L'Equipe looked at each other in confusion.
"This...DONG also scored three goals?"
"Yes, both Kaka and DONG scored hat tricks." The person in charge of "Team Daily" was a little frustrated and a little panicked.
"If this continues, Milan may not be able to survive until the penalty shootout!"
The UEFA official was smacking his lips, and even he could see that Milan was completely at the end of its tether.
If the two sides take a penalty kick, one side is the Brazilian national goalkeeper and the other is the English national goalkeeper. It is equivalent to a tie in terms of goalkeepers.
But Milan are all veterans, with strong ability to withstand pressure and superb shooting skills. It should be no problem to score 5 goals.
Except for a few reliable players on Tottenham's side, even Bell, who is on Hot Wheels, may not be able to score the ball from the penalty spot. This is the disadvantage of young players.
So if a penalty shootout can be played, the advantage will come to Milan again.
But now the question is whether Milan can persist until the penalty shootout.
Not to mention the 30 minutes of overtime, even the remaining five or six minutes may be too much for Milan's players.
"If Milan can win this game, everything will be easy." The UEFA official pinched his chin, "But if Tottenham wins, it will definitely be a blow to Kaká's reputation."
"You mean..." the person in charge of L'Equipe hesitated.
"It depends on the result." The UEFA official sighed, "I hope God bless Milan."
The referee's whistle sounded soon, and the Tottenham players had to kick the ball out of the sideline.
Cramps, injuries, falling to the ground... A large number of people were "injured" in the Milan formation.
At this moment, even the fans can see that this is nothing more than Milan's "sleeping tactics".
The players deliberately relaxed their muscles and made their thighs cramp at this time. This is nothing new in the game.
Seeing these "seniors" delaying time in this way, Tottenham were helpless.
You can't rush up and pull the young master from the ground who is holding his legs, right?
Finally, after the team doctor ran up and down, a minute was wasted.
Coupled with the rest of the team members, time soon came to injury time.
"There are four minutes of injury time, but the referee will extend this time at his discretion depending on the situation."
Seeing another Milan player lying down just past the midfield, Huang Jianxiang said helplessly.
"Great Sage, come here!" While the other party was checking his injuries, Wang Xiaodong waved to Bell.
When Bell saw this, he ran over quickly.
"DONG, what did the coach say?"
Bell looked nervous. He thought Martin Joel taught Wang Xiaodong some tips while he was rehydrating on the sidelines.
Martin Joel did give Wang Xiaodong a few words when he came to the sidelines to replenish water, but he just asked him to pay more attention to defense, safely drag the game into overtime, and then use the young man's physical strength to defeat the opponent in overtime.
This is something that any decent coach would ask, but Wang Xiaodong had his own ideas.
"Uh... the old man said..." Wang Xiaodong rolled his eyes, pulled Bale over and raised his eyebrows, looked at the front of Milan's penalty area and said: "The old man said he wants you to create a free kick at that place. "
