"In the 15th minute, Tottenham Hotspur took the lead away from home."
Huang Jianxiang's voice rose slightly.
"The scorer was Wang Xiaodong."
"Taking advantage of the melee in the Liverpool penalty area, after two consecutive missed shots, Modric passed the ball across to Wang Xiaodong outside the penalty area, and Wang Xiaodong took the final kick and hit the target."
"Wang Xiaodong's shot was precise and powerful. Even if Reina touched it a little, he couldn't stop the ball from entering the net."
Silver Horn King, who easily got an assist, rushed over and jumped on Wang Xiaodong after seeing Wang Xiaodong's goal, allowing the opponent to pick him up high.
Wang Xiaodong, who is 1.87 meters tall, is already the tallest player in the team except goalkeeper Robinson. Even the Great Saint Bell can only rely on the mohawk on top of his head to keep up with Wang Xiaodong.
Wang Xiaodong patted Modric on the back and said proudly: "Magic Flute, are you so happy?"
"Liverpool, this is Liverpool!" King Silver Horn said excitedly, "Of course I am happy to get an assist in a game with such a century-old giant!"
"AC Milan is also a century-old giant!" Looking at Bale not far away with a resentful look on his face, Wang Xiaodong turned around and put Modric down. "You are now a player in the four major leagues, and you are competing all over the world. Can you go to the most high-end event and stop being so petty?"
Modric listened, thought seriously for a few seconds, and then nodded sharply.
"You're right, DONG, let's see what other tricks this century-old giant has!"
The opponents cheered and celebrated on their own turf, and the fans would never feel better no matter how generous they were.
Looking at the frustrated teammates around him, Gerrard shouted loudly: "Hey, cheer up!"
"Why are you panicking? It's just one ball."
"Two years ago in the Champions League, we were ahead by three goals and we came back."
"What's there to be afraid of now?"
"Don't be scared by that boy DONG. He is just a kid who has just turned eighteen."
"Next, I'll come see that kid myself!"
As captain, Gerrard had to step up at critical moments.
Ace versus ace may be Liverpool's best choice at the moment.
But he is not a fool, and of course he knows that his strength is not in defense.
Moreover, Wang Xiaodong is a bully on the court. If he is angered, he will only be hurt.
But Gerrard has no other choice.
Alonso was injured and did not make the squad at all; Torres retired injured at the start, and Crouch was on the bench again.
Not only that, Liverpool is also facing a coaching change crisis.
If he hadn't reached the Champions League finals twice in three years, I'm afraid Benitez would have been dismissed earlier than Mourinho.
Last season, they didn't even get a place in the Champions League. Liverpool's top management has given Betu an ultimatum. This season, they must win a championship in the league or the Champions League.
As long as there are any signs that these two goals have failed, Benitez will be at risk of dismissal at any time.
Even famous coaches like Mourinho have been dismissed once, and now Benitez is completely on thin ice.
So after seeing Tottenham suppress Liverpool at Anfield, the nerves of the entire Red Army became tense.
After the restart, Liverpool began to use simple passes to find a breakthrough in Tottenham's lineup.
Although Bell and Lennon are extremely sharp offensively, they are naturally a little worse defensively.
Especially Lennon, his body and strength have become Tottenham's shortcomings on the wing.
Benitez noticed this immediately. After gestures and shouting instructions, Liverpool's offense began to focus on Tottenham's right.
So when Pennant and Riise took turns attacking one after another, Betu clenched his fists on the sidelines and pinned his hopes on these attacks.
Of course, Martin Joel also made corresponding arrangements. Not only did Wang Xiaodong delay, Modric was also transferred to this side.
Even so, accidents happened.
After concentrating their firepower for 10 minutes, Liverpool still could not completely penetrate the right wing supported by Wang Xiaodong.
But this time, Gerrard passed the ball without looking up at anyone. The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air and flew directly over Wang Xiaodong's head.
Seeing this scene, Li Yongpyo's expression changed drastically.
Benayoun, who also just transferred to Liverpool this season, was so fast that he passed by Lee Yong-pyo in an instant.
Although the South Korean player has not given up yet, the gap between him and the Israeli forward is slowly widening.
The only advantage of South Korean players is that they know the truth. Even if they were thrown away by their opponents, Lee Yong-pyo did not give up.
Fortunately, when Benayoun advanced at high speed, several Liverpool defenders cautiously stayed in the backcourt and did not immediately follow their teammates forward.
Tottenham defenders immediately returned to the penalty area, preparing to temporarily build a line of defense in front of the penalty area line.
After catching up with the ball, Benayoun began to slow down slightly. After looking up, under the horrified eyes of the Tottenham players, he kicked the ball directly to the other side.
And on this side, there is actually a Liverpool player!
"Fuck, what is that guy doing, Great Sage?"
Wang Xiaodong was so angry that he cursed in his heart.
If Mascherano can be easily inserted, Bale will definitely slip away!
Facing the big foot transfer of his teammates, Ma Ma stretched out his left foot and stopped the ball flying from the other side of the court firmly in front of him.
The next second, Ponyboy didn't hesitate at all and rushed straight to the left rib of Tottenham's penalty area.
At this position, Ma Mao can pass, rush or shoot. Moreover, Vononen and Gerrard are also running at this moment, ready to receive his pass.
"Tottenham are in danger! Liverpool's attack purpose is very clear! In an instant, they hit the front of Tottenham's penalty area!"
"Tottenham's defenders haven't reached their position yet, and all three Liverpool players can pose a threat to Robinson's goal."
In the studio, Zhan Jun's tone was rare and tough.
Perhaps because he was approaching the penalty area, Ma Ma's speed slowed down significantly, and he had begun to adjust his pace.
Seeing Mao Zedong slowing down, Boateng, who was assigned to start at the center back, did not hesitate any more and made a cool sliding tackle in front of his own penalty area!
Ghanaians have already calculated in their minds that even if they don't touch the ball, they can use inertia to stop their opponents.
As for whether he would commit a foul and knock the opponent down, he no longer considered it.
Anyway, it's outside the penalty area, so maybe the opponent will only be given a free kick without even taking a card.
But just when Boateng stretched out his foot and tried his best to reach the ball, he found that it didn't even touch the edge of Mao Zedong's shoe.
"Mascherano knocks his heel!"
Zhan Jun was extremely excited at the moment and seemed to be about to receive a goal from Liverpool.
The ball came out of the only gap at the moment the two men crossed each other, and rolled straight in front of Gerrard.
Seeing the captain of the Red Army stepping on the ground and swinging his legs, despair flashed in the eyes of many Bai Baihe fans who came with the team.
Just when Gerrard's right foot hit the ball directly behind, a white figure suddenly flashed in the Red Army captain's eyes.
The next second, a roar sounded in front of the Liverpool penalty area.
Bang! ! !
It's like a hundred popcorn machines coming out at the same time.
"DONG!!!"
The Anfield commentator exclaimed.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong directly opposite Gerald, Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun in the studio had completely opposite expressions on their faces.
Are the feet just right?
Who's winning?
Is Gerald okay?
Thinking of what happened to Torres before, Zhan Jun couldn't help but feel cold.
"Wang Xiaodong used his body to squeeze Gerald away..."
"Get the first point..."
"Go ahead with the ball!"
Huang Jianxiang's eyes widened and a series of explanations blurted out.
In Wang Xiaodong's dictionary, the word "pain" may not exist at all.
After playing against Gerrard, Wang Xiaodong, regardless of his numbness, quickly pushed Gerrard aside and looked directly at the ball flying into the air.
The next second, Wang Xiaodong did not wait for the ball to bounce up like other players and grab the second spot.
Instead, when the ball falls to the top of the head, he jumps hard and pushes the ball forward with his forehead.
When Wang Xiaodong landed, there was an obvious staggering movement under his feet.
That was the aftermath of the foot fight with Gerrard just now.
Wang Xiaodong is like this, and the captain of the Red Army must not be feeling any better at this moment.
But Wang Xiaodong didn't hesitate at all. After seeing the ball being hit by him, he immediately spread his legs and chased after him.
"Madman! What a madman!"
Seeing this, Gerald could only grit his teeth and curse, and followed him desperately.
He knew it was time to fulfill his promise to his teammates.
Because the Red Army attacked too deeply, Riise and Hyypia were unprepared when Wang Xiaodong attacked.
When Wang Xiaodong gradually suppressed the paralysis in his right leg, Rise rushed over from the side.
"Are you okay?"
Wang Xiaodong took a long stride, pressed his shoulder against Rise's arm, and knocked his opponent aside.
"I'll deal with him!"
Jerad followed up now and grabbed Wang Xiaodong's clothes from behind.
In fact, Gerrard hoped that there would be two teammates in front of him to surround Wang Xiaodong.
Wang Xiaodong's foot skills are not good and his speed is not very fast.
As long as there are two people double-teaming one behind the other, one on the left and one on the right, it will be difficult for him to even think about the ball.
But at this moment, Lennon and Bale were flying together on both wings, and Berba, who was stranded in the midfield, was also running in front.
Taking into account Wang Xiaodong's passing accuracy, the Liverpool players were desperately running back.
Ever since, a famous football scene appeared on Anfield.
Liverpool No. 8 grabbed the jersey of Tottenham No. 4, while Tottenham No. 4 used his body to block the running position of Liverpool No. 8. The two of them ran forward on the Anfield turf one after the other.
Although the two of them couldn't reach the speed of Lennon and Bale, the violent aura formed by the two made it impossible for others to get close.
Three seconds later, the two of them crossed the center circle and headed straight into the heart of Liverpool.
Gerald felt complicated at the moment.
In terms of speed, he could outrun Wang Xiaodong, but now he was sure that as soon as he let go, Wang Xiaodong would definitely "let go".
This guy is so hateful!
He didn't care about the safety of his own heels at all, and ran in front of Gerald no matter what.
In order not to collide with the opponent's swinging feet, Gerrard could only deliberately slow down and avoid the reverberation of Wang Xiaodong's heels.
In this case, it is difficult to even maintain normal running, let alone speed up.
Maybe if you fail to take a step well, you will fall under Wang Xiaodong's "heavy hooves".
"Do you want a foul?"
This is the plan Gerrard thinks about the most.
But in this case, Gerrard couldn't be cruel.
It is true that he could sneak a trick behind his back and directly knock Wang Xiaodong down.
But doing so would be a disadvantage, and there would also be a risk of receiving cards.
But without releasing the shovel, how could Wang Xiaodong be prevented from attacking?
The force coming from his hand was getting stronger and stronger, and Gerrard also knew that his opponent was trying his best to get rid of him.
The captain of the Red Army gritted his teeth. He had already made up his mind that he would never let go even if his nails were to burst.
If that's the case, why don't you just drag him down instead of running with him?
This is not as violent as a tackle, and can better stop Wang Xiaodong from moving forward. Why not?
But with this thought, Gerald instantly denied himself.
He had a premonition.
As long as he stopped, Wang Xiaodong would not stop even if he tore his jersey to pieces.
So, what is the quality of Tottenham's jerseys?
Looking at the white holes between the fibers of the jersey, Gerrard really didn't want to pin his hopes on the manufacturer of Tottenham jerseys.
"Wang Xiaodong is still sprinting..." Huang Jianxiang's voice was urgent, "Other Liverpool defenders have been blocking Wang Xiaodong's defensive line, and there is no better passing opportunity."
"Gerald is following Wang Xiaodong..."
"Wang Xiaodong is so strong!"
"I can't hold it back no matter what..."
In an instant, the two of them ran all the way to the Liverpool penalty area.
Seeing the white line at the top of the Liverpool penalty area in front of him, Wang Xiaodong didn't hesitate anymore, caught up with the ball and kicked it directly.
The extremely swinging little legs are like the front claws of a mantis shrimp, and even the camera can only capture a ghost shadow.
"NONONONONONO..."
Wang Xiaodong's shooting intention was extremely obvious, but like a rocket launched, no one could stop it in time.
Seeing him catch up with the ball and blast it out with his right foot, the commentator on the scene raised his voice of despair the moment Wang Xiaodong touched the ball.
"NO!!!"
The ball soared into the sky like a jet, leaving a trail of steam in its wake.
Looking at the ball floating left and right in the air, Reina, who was guarding the goal, was completely confused.
This kind of unstable "straight" ball caused by the extreme force hitting the air makes the goalkeeper unable to make a judgment in the first place.
Seeing the ball flying in front of him, Reina finally responded with a save.
He tilted his body to the left, stretched out his stronger right arm desperately, and spread his fingers to reach the ball.
Snapped!
The next second, the ball hit the palm of Reina hard and bounced outside.
He made a small turn in the air and rushed into the goal not far from Reina's fingertips.
Farke!
Damn it!
I should wear a pair of iron gloves!
This was all the sorrow that filled Reina's heart before he fell to the ground.
In the silent Anfield stadium, Wang Xiaodong stopped and looked at Gerrard, who was holding him tightly behind him.
"Steven, let go, you're home!"
