Tyrande lay on the ground, looking like he was about to die.
He didn't even have the strength to raise his head and glare at Wang Xiaodong.
At this moment, his expression was so exaggerated and yet so real.
Which free kick taker would have thought that the free kick he took would fly back three seconds later?
Can you still hit your stomach hard enough?
"Ah! DONG is bleeding!"
A worried voice finally sounded in the sky above White Hart Lane.
However, the person who was worried was not Tyrande who fell to the ground, but Wang Xiaodong who had a nosebleed.
After all, Wang Xiaodong just caught the opponent's powerful free kick with his face.
Wang Xiaodong wiped his nostrils and found blood on his wrists and arms.
Surrounded by his teammates, he came to the sidelines. The beautiful team doctor Rebecca immediately picked up a piece of gauze and stopped Wang Xiaodong's bleeding.
"Why are you so careless?"
The beautiful team doctor's fingers gently touched Wang Xiaodong's nose, with a worried look on her face.
Since coming to Tottenham to work, Berba asked her out countless times, but Rebecca rejected them all.
And Wang Xiaodong always pretended to turn a blind eye to Rebecca's tenderness. He was not a gentleman. He would not sleep with any other woman unless his girlfriend nodded.
"It's okay, it's just a nosebleed. Just plug it." Wang Xiaodong asked for a few tissues and wiped the blood on his arms and wrists.
He didn't take such minor injuries seriously.
Tyrande over there is out of luck.
He was severely hit in the stomach by Wang Xiaodong's unrelenting heavy artillery. Even when he was carried on a stretcher, he still looked like a big shrimp, which made the fans laugh.
No way, who told this to be at Tottenham's home court?
Don't blame us for not being compassionate!
The game lasted another seven or eight minutes before Tyrande slowly stood up with the help of the team doctor, his face full of unbearable bitterness.
It was as if a baby had just been born.
Tyrande stared closely at Wang Xiaodong, who was constantly running on the field, as if staring at the enemy who killed his father; but once Wang Xiaodong turned around and looked at him, the guy immediately became scared again.
There is no way, Wang Xiaodong's notoriety in the Premier League is like thunder.
Maybe this guy will kick himself to the hospital next time.
Taking advantage of the dead ball opportunity, Tyrande returned to the field and received sparse applause from the visiting fans.
But the good times didn't last long, Fulham's city was quickly breached by Tottenham.
Wang Xiaodong's kick directly sounded the clarion call for Tottenham's attack. Fulham, with one less player in the midfield, struggled to fight more and more hard and had to retreat to a corner.
When Tyrande returned to the field, Tottenham had already taken advantage of this opportunity to kick 3 shots.
It was only thanks to the heroic performance of Fulham's defense that the score remained at 0-0.
But Tyrande's return did not bring more players to the team. In the 31st minute, Berbatov received Modric's pass from the right, stretched his neck in the penalty area, and used his smooth forehead to help Tottenham score. rewrite.
1-0, it was more like a late goal to the home team fans.
A 1-goal advantage is not safe, and fans also want to see more goals.
So after the goal, Tottenham's offense did not slow down, but continued to increase its intensity.
Five minutes later, after a series of effective passes in the frontcourt, Lennon hit the goal from a small angle on the right side of the penalty area. The ball passed between the legs of the Fulham goalkeeper, rewriting the score to 2-0.
Just like that, we came to the second half with a two-goal advantage.
Not long after the start of the second half, Modric once again broke through the opponent's door with a cold shot from outside the penalty area.
3-0, the game has lost its suspense.
Fulham's players were disappointed, and the fans in the stands were also disappointed.
But after all, they were ready to be "slaughtered" in the away game, so the fans did not take any drastic action after seeing the team fall behind by three goals.
Seeing that there were still fans cheering for them in the stands, Fulham's players were gradually infected by the fans and became passionate again.
Anyway, I can't beat the opponent. Instead of worrying about the score, it's better to have a real fight with the opponent.
Let Tottenham see, even if they are a relegation team, they still have their irresistible blood.
Ever since, after falling behind by three goals, Fulham once again rallied and launched a series of onslaughts.
The two sides near the midfield once again started a fierce battle. Fulham collided with Tottenham almost in one breath.
But when the two armies confront each other, relying solely on their passion will not work.
The joint interception of Wang Xiaodong and Modric, coupled with the occasional intervention of Boateng, a fool, prevented Fulham from even reaching the Tottenham penalty area, let alone shooting.
The situation where the midfielder was on his back made the fans excited, especially the home team fans, whose voices came one after another.
So what if it’s 3-0?
Our DONG hasn't scored a goal yet!
Not only do we want to see the team win big, we also want to see "DONGDONG GOAL!!!"
Finally, in the 78th minute of the game, a scene that excited countless fans appeared.
Modric took the ball in the midfield, swung left and right to avoid two defenders, and took the ball forward unhurriedly.
Just as he was "slowly" dribbling the ball forward, Wang Xiaodong finally ran past him and cut in at high speed.
Upon seeing this, the Silver Horn King pulled the ball towards the side. When he once again attracted the opponent's defensive focus to the side, he gently pushed his right foot diagonally forward towards the center.
A scalpel pass was produced immediately.
The ball rolled forward. When Wang Xiaodong used his body to block the opponent on the other side, the rolling ball happened to be in his path.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong raise his leg, preparing for an unreasonable shot.
The Fulham players felt numb, but they were helpless.
Can anyone really stop this?
In Wang Xiaodong's mind, there was no thought of wasting time.
Shoot when you need to, no ambiguity!
Bang!
There was a familiar explosion.
Many fans stood up and clenched their fists the moment Wang Xiaodong swung his legs.
Sure enough, the ball that was blasted out the next second lived up to expectations.
Leaving a shadow in the air, he rushed past the Fulham goalkeeper's fingertips and plunged into the net.
4 to 0.
The overall situation has been decided.
After scoring the goal, Wang Xiaodong ran directly to the corner kick, swatting away all the teammates who rushed over and wanted to ride on him.
Even Lennon was hugged by him and fell to the ground hard.
"DONG? You don't love me anymore?"
Lennon and Modric, two little men, usually like to jump on Wang Xiaodong's back after scoring a goal, enjoying the pleasure of "standing on the shoulders of giants".
But this time, whoever came close was pushed aside mercilessly by Wang Xiaodong.
Bell, the other winger, secretly rejoiced after seeing this.
Haha, luckily I’m far away!
Otherwise, he would be the one being pushed out right now.
When passing by Lennon, who was holding his waist and getting up, Bale glanced at him with a mocking look.
Deserve it!
Finally, Wang Xiaodong, who was alone, ran to the corner area, where there were countless jubilant fans and more than two cameras aimed at his face and body.
Wang Xiaodong, who ran to the corner kick area, slowly stood up. In front of everyone, he put his left foot on the ground and slowly raised his right leg that had just scored the goal.
The cameraman on the side also hurriedly seized the opportunity and focused the camera on the sneakers on Wang Xiaodong's feet and his socks.
Seeing the red socks rising higher and higher, Wang Xiaodong's legs were still tensed up.
30 degrees, 45 degrees, 60 degrees, 90 degrees, 120 degrees...
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's legs opening wider and wider, the fans' mouths and pupils opened wider and wider.
Finally, Wang Xiaodong put his raised right foot on top of his head, then crossed his arms and stood there, defying the camera lens.
With his disdainful eyes and his standing posture, everyone present could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Seeing the unseen expressions of the people in front of him, Wang Xiaodong felt secretly proud.
My little witch is still smart, and when she showed up in this celebration pose, it really shocked the world and made the ghosts cry!
