Chapter 439 The Price of Swearing

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Wang Xiaodong had been waiting for this moment.

The 1.87 meter tall self stuck the 1.78 meter tall Zanetti behind him, preventing her from moving.

This is Zanetti's defense zone, and the surrounding defenders are paying attention to other opponents.

Lennon passed the ball here, causing a 1V1 in a short period of time.

Wang Xiaodong's anger filled his Dantian and he steadied his horse so that Zanetti behind him could not move.

The anxious Inter Milan captain seemed to realize something. He pushed his shoulders behind him, but he couldn't get rid of Wang Xiaodong's blockage.

Seeing the ball flying in the air, Zanetti couldn't wait any longer, and his calves suddenly tensed up.

Just a little.

Just rub it a little on your forehead.

No matter where you tip the ball.

As long as it interferes with Wang Xiaodong's header ferry.

It's victory!

With this determination, Zanetti took a deep breath and leaped high.

Sensing that the Inter Milan captain behind him was about to take off, Wang Xiaodong snorted lightly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

How to defeat Zanetti's defense zone?

Wang Xiaodong had thought of many methods before.

But whether it was a block or a breakthrough, Wang Xiaodong rejected them one by one.

Zanetti is the totem of Inter Milan, and the gene of never giving up is engraved in his bones.

So even if you get rid of him temporarily, he will rush up immediately and continue to cause interference.

Facing such a defensive opponent, it is difficult to find a gap even for long shots.

Ever since, Wang Xiaodong thought of a "once and for all" solution.

If a person falls to the ground, it will be difficult for him to pose a threat to his opponent in a short period of time.

A simple fall or a tackle on his own initiative will not make Zanetti give up defense.

If he loses his fighting ability in a short period of time, the best way is to make him fall to the ground from a higher place and knock him out.

Of course, to achieve the first step, an external incentive is essential.

Lennon's early pass helped Wang Xiaodong complete the first step.

The second step in Wang Xiaodong's plan is to let Zanetti jump without reservation.

Now, with the Inter captain's feet off the ground, the plan is working out perfectly.

When all external factors are satisfied, next is Wang Xiaodong’s performance moment.

Facing Lennon's high-altitude ball, Wang Xiaodong did not jump up as others expected and used his head to ferry the ball to his teammates.

On the contrary, Wang Xiaodong took a small step back after Zanetti jumped up.

The Dantian exerts force, the muscles and veins bulge, and the upper body suddenly straightens.

At this moment, Wang Xiaodong was like a giant, standing there and looking up.

Zanetti, who had lost her center of gravity, could not imagine that Wang Xiaodong would not even jump?

In the air, Wang Xiaodong's chest was hit hard by the back of his head, and his whole body suddenly lost strength.

Bang!

Zanetti jumped up and fell from Wang Xiaodong's shoulders like a sack, rolling sideways in the air to Wang Xiaodong's feet.

At the same time, the ball just hit Wang Xiaodong's chest and landed steadily in front of his feet.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

The female fans in the stands subconsciously covered their mouths after reacting. Those fans who liked fitness even tore off their shirts, stood up and started howling like wolves.

Oh My God!

What a powerful waist and abdominal strength?

Although Zanetti is not tall, she still weighs about 150 pounds.

Wang Xiaodong simply used the method of standing up straight to knock Zanetti to the ground as he bounced forward.

Looking at the Inter Milan captain with stars on the ground, at this moment, everyone was shocked by Wang Xiaodong's core power.

Bai Baihe's fans were shouting in the stands, and they seemed to be used to it. The Nellas on the other side were stunned and couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Is this still a human being?

Are you sure this guy isn't the Hulk?

But for the Inter Milan players, it makes no sense to think about this now. The most important task at the moment is how to make up for the gap left by Zanetti's loss.

The first person to react was Materazzi, the man who was spurned by all French fans and sought after by all Italian fans in the World Cup two years ago.

Rodman, the big bug in NBA history, was famous for his fighting, insulting opponents, making various stunts, flashy tattoos, and being good at grabbing rebounds. There is also a bad guy similar to Rodman on the football field, and he is Materazzi. .

When referring to his "misdeeds", Materazzi even called himself "Rodman on the football field."

Materazzi, a late bloomer, is 35 years old this year, almost twice as old as Wang Xiaodong.

Seeing the Tottenham young man in front of him overturning his captain and dribbling the ball forward, veteran Materazzi was the first to rush out of the Inter Milan penalty area.

But it looks like it's too late.

How could the gap that Wang Xiaodong finally created after planning for so long be easily blocked by Materazzi?

"Hey, Huang P Monkey, what's your posture? Is this how Hermione taught you?"

Seeing Wang Xiaodong swinging his legs, Materazzi said something dirty, hoping to disturb his opponent's mind.

Faced with his opponent's provocation, Wang Xiaodong's mouth twitched.

For a moment, he really wanted to kick the ball under his feet directly into the opponent's face, kicking his mouth that knew nothing about heaven and earth.

At this moment, Wang Xiaodong finally understood Zidane's mood.

Qi Zu could "endure" it for so long before using his ancestral Iron Tou Kung Fu. His cultivation of Kung Fu was extraordinary.

His thoughts were disturbed, and Wang Xiaodong's body stiffened subconsciously.

Even if the ball is kicked correctly, it will be difficult to exert power.

In desperation, Wang Xiaodong moved his right foot forward to avoid his opponent, trying to get out of the second gap.

The Italian who landed on the ground was delighted when he saw this. He knew that his provocation just now had an effect.

The next second, this "football Rodman" turned around to defend while continuing to use his talk.

"Hey, don't you know how to cum? Would Hermione really feel comfortable with someone like you?"

Such blatant and despicable language made Wang Xiaodong tremble again. He wanted to give up the ball at his feet and directly turned around and hit his opponent's nose with his fist.

Just when Wang Xiaodong was about to do this, the scene in the World Cup final echoed in Wang Xiaodong's mind.

The world is so beautiful, but I am so irritable.

This is not good, not good, not good...

Wang Xiaodong took a deep breath, adjusted his body shape and breathing, and prepared to accumulate strength again.

But at this moment, Materazzi, who was shaken away, also pursued him from one side.

He, who is a veteran at the golf course, first grabbed Wang Xiaodong's arm with his hand, and then he was reluctant to let go again.

"Ghost, if you can't satisfy Hermione, I can help you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Xiaodong, who was about to knock on the door, suddenly let out a "wailing" sound.

"ah!!!"

With a scream, Wang Xiaodong's body faced Materazzi and fell to the ground for an instant.

Materazzi never expected that such a scene would happen. When Wang Xiaodong fell at his feet, his hand was still holding Wang Xiaodong's reverse wrist.

"Beep!!!"

For such an obvious foul, the referee's whistle sounded immediately.

"Referee, I, I, I..." The Italian put his hands on his chest, pinched his fingers together, and blurted out a lot of native dialect.

He talked for a while, then changed to English, like the referee protesting: "Hey, referee, I didn't do anything, he fell down by himself, he dived!"

"Referee, NO, you shouldn't make this decision! NO!"

"How many times do you want me to say it? It's him. He fell. It has nothing to do with me..."

"Oh...NO!!!" Seeing the yellow card shown by the referee, Materazzi rolled his eyes upwards with a look of helplessness on his face.

Materazzi, who received a yellow card, shook his head and sighed. When he turned around, he happened to see Wang Xiaodong lying on the ground and Bale blinking and winking beside him.

The Italian became more and more angry as he thought about it. The next second, he rushed to Wang Xiaodong, pushed Bell away, and grabbed Wang Xiaodong's wrist: "Hey, kid, get up!"

"I saw it just now, you were just faking it, you were faking it!"

Unexpectedly, the next second, a louder "wailing" sound sounded.

The referee had just lowered his head to write Materazzi's number on the card when he heard the sound and looked up suddenly, just in time to see Materazzi once again turn Wang Xiaodong's arm into a policeman catching a thief in the movie. angle.

Seeing this scene, the referee looked shocked and rushed forward without waiting for Materazzi to react, and once again showed a yellow card above his head.

Uh-huh!

The referee from Switzerland extended his left and right hands continuously, and after the yellow card fell, he showed a red card, which meant that the player in front of him was removed from the field.

It wasn't until he saw the red above his head that Materazzi's powder keg finally exploded.

"Farke!"

"Fake Squid!"

"Are you blind?"

"Will you be a referee?"

"How did you pass the referee exam?"

"I'm going to UEFA to complain against you!"

"You despicable fellow!"

"You must have received dirty money!"

Faced with Materazzi's curses and threats, the referee still held up the red card and signaled the opponent to leave the field quickly.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Zanetti, who had just been pulled up by his teammates, immediately ran over and pushed Materazzi aside regardless of the pain in his waist.

"Marco, you've done a great job!"

"Stop being so self-motivated Marco."

"Leave it to us next!"

"Believe in everyone!"

Other teammates also gathered around and pulled Materazzi away.

Cordoba grabbed Materazzi's arm and escorted him to the sidelines.

Until the end, Materazzi was still cursing.

The camera kept focusing on the Inter Milan player who was about to leave the field. After all, he would not appear in front of the fans again in the next game.

"It seems that I am not refusing to report. The time has not come yet." Zhan Jun stroked his glasses and said calmly.

"Materazzi finally paid the price for what he did two years ago."

"But he didn't have the same style as Zidane when he came off the field. We can see that he was still uttering dirty words until the end of the game."

"That's why we call Zidane the master and Materazzi the villain."