Inter Milan's sadness did not last long, after all, the game will continue.
It's just that Zanetti has been motivating his teammates with words, hoping to awaken their fighting spirit.
After all, for Inter Milan, who had one player less and one goal behind, White Hart Lane had become a cruel purgatory.
The immediate plan is to calm down, hold on to the score and prevent the opponent from expanding the results. This is what Inter Milan urgently needs to do.
After the game restarted, Tottenham, who were in full swing, pressed forward aggressively, hoping to take advantage of the momentum at home to defeat their opponents in one fell swoop.
But even if the Serie A team was fully defensive with only ten players, it would be difficult for the young Tottenham to "swallow".
In the 35th minute, Dawson came up with an assist.
He played a pass-and-receive match with Bell on the wing and directly penetrated Inter Milan's defense on the right.
Then Bell, who drove the ball straight in, wanted to penetrate into the middle. As a result, the ball was cleared by Vieira as soon as it passed into the penalty area.
Two minutes later, Tottenham's attack came from the other side.
This time, Lennon directly passed the ball into the opponent's penalty area after the breakthrough. Cordoba showed calmness, jumped high in advance, and cleared the ball with his head.
Then Tottenham took a corner kick. Berba and Robbie Keane were suppressed by their opponents before they could even jump up.
Under the intensive defense in the penalty area, the ball was easily obtained by Cesar who attacked.
In just a few minutes, Tottenham made several threatening attacks in a row, and it seemed that they almost scored a goal every time. However, in fact, Inter Milan, who defended tightly, always let Tottenham fail at the last moment.
Wang Xiaodong was also a little anxious. Seeing that his teammates were frequently unable to open up the situation, he began to keep asking for the ball in the middle, hoping to use his long shots as support.
But every time Wang Xiaodong ran to a suitable shooting spot, a dark and tough man would follow him.
Vieira used his experienced running skills to often destroy opportunities before Wang Xiaodong got the ball.
In the end, Wang Xiaodong no longer cared about "respecting the elderly."
When facing Modric's cross pass, Wang Xiaodong deliberately took a few steps forward, then blocked his opponent with his body, trying to catch the ball first.
However, when he stopped the ball with his right foot, he found that Vieira had followed closely behind him.
No matter whether Wang Xiaodong goes to the left or to the right, there is no way to get rid of the opponent.
The former gunner captain was like a tarsus, stuck behind Wang Xiaodong, preventing him from moving.
In desperation, Wang Xiaodong had to give up and pass the ball back.
As soon as there was no ball at his feet, the pressure behind him disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
But Wang Xiaodong knew very well that as long as he got the ball again, this guy would immediately come up and put him in a dilemma again.
Vieira is an extremely smart midfielder, capable of both offense and defense, active running, comprehensive skills, fierce interception, and excellent overall view.
As he grows older, Vieira has become more sophisticated in his skills.
Most importantly, his tall and powerful stature and slender limbs allow him to perfectly combine strength and dexterity.
In front of such a world-class midfielder, every little move by Wang Xiaodong is like being put under a microscope, being studied thoroughly by his opponents.
And in a simple wrestling match, Vieira did not have the upper hand, so Wang Xiaodong was restrained for a while, which was reasonable.
For this reason, Wang Xiaodong was also very angry.
Seeing that the ten-man Inter Milan defended vigorously, with soldiers coming to block it and water coming to cover it, it was Tottenham who was the first to be anxious.
The first half is about to end, but every attack always feels a little bit worse.
It's this little bit that leaves people scratching their heads, causing Spurs' formation to keep pressing forward.
The defenders who continued to provide assists also reflected the young Tottenham's anxiety to expand their results. In the last few minutes of the first half, there were several situations where only the goalkeeper and central defender were left in their own half.
And it was precisely by seizing the loophole of Tottenham's formation that they were too forward, Inter Milan took the opportunity to launch an unexpected counterattack.
Cambiasso, who retreated into the penalty area, made a header from the penalty area line. As soon as the ball flew out of the penalty area, Vieira twisted his waist, pushed Wang Xiaodong aside, and distributed the ball to him with his smooth head. Teammates on the wing.
As soon as Zanetti stopped the ball with the arch of his foot, a familiar shout came from in front of him.
"here!"
The Inter Milan players kicked up after hearing the sound and pushed a scalpel-like through ball on the turf.
Ibrahimovic, as the only forward left on the Inter Milan field, had already surpassed Boateng and rushed to the top of the center circle, looking at the other empty half.
At this time, Tottenham's center backs were all trying to catch up, and Dawson was running and looking back while observing Ibrahimovic's movement.
"This guy is tall and strong, he shouldn't be able to run that fast, right?"
Just when Dawson was estimating Ibrahimovic's sprint speed, Ibrahimovic, who received a pass from his teammate at the top of the center circle, just raised his head and glanced forward.
"Um?"
Seeing the other party's eyes, Dawson felt something bad.
The next second, the Swedish striker swung his long legs and swung the ball at his feet.
boom!
A cannon shot.
The ball disappeared in an instant and flew into the air.
Robinson, who had just retreated to the penalty spot, had a look on his face. The next second, his nerves became tense, and he backed up and ran towards the goal desperately.
However, the ball only flew in the air for more than a second before reaching the Tottenham goal. Robinson gritted his teeth and jumped hard. Although his fingertips slightly touched the bottom of the ball, he still could not prevent it from flying into the goal.
Uh-huh!
Ibrahimovic equalized the score for Inter Milan before the end of the first half with a lob shot from the backcourt over 50 meters.
Wow! ! !
After scoring, Ibrahimovic came to the sidelines surrounded by his teammates, waving his fists and beating his chest at the fans in the visiting team's stands.
The visiting team's stands also responded with roars, and all the fans were going crazy for this away goal.
On Tottenham's side, everyone's faces turned the color of pig liver, as if someone had slapped them in the face.
This is too embarrassing!
Obviously midfield lobs are the "unique skill" of our own players, but this time they allowed others to score in this way on their own territory.
This is too embarrassing!
What's more, the opponent is a team with only 10 people left, which is already at a disadvantage.
Such a goal will also greatly improve morale.
The most critical thing is that the opponent equalized the score at this time, which was very detrimental to Tottenham.
If the lead can be carried to halftime, Tottenham may completely take the initiative in the second half.
But now, the two sides are back on the same starting line. Not only has Inter Milan's morale improved, but it also has an extra way out.
If Tottenham wants to score again in the second half, the difficulty will increase exponentially.
After Ibrahimovic celebrated the goal, when he returned to his position, he glanced at the Tottenham players with provocative and proud eyes along the way.
After meeting Wang Xiaodong's gaze, he raised his chin, as if to say: "I am Ibrahimovic, I am standing here, what can you do to me?"
Although the two did not say a word after the start of the game, they were actually using their performance to conquer their opponents.
Not long after the whistle was restarted, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.
In the locker room, Wang Xiaodong did not lose his temper because of Ibrahimovic's provocation. He was thinking about how to get rid of Vieira.
Vieira is different from Zanetti, and their defensive abilities are not at the same level at all.
If Wang Xiaodong wants to score again, in addition to getting another well-positioned set piece, he must first get rid of Vieira's marking.
However, judging from the cards, the former Gunners captain seems to be able to suppress Wang Xiaodong in all statistics.
The power that Wang Xiaodong is best at has no effect in this dark and hard face.
Seemingly sensing Wang Xiaodong's hesitation, Modric sat next to Wang Xiaodong and directly put his arm on his teammate's shoulder.
"DONG, you look worried."
"You're right." Wang Xiaodong didn't hide it. "The black guy who came up behind me is so annoying. He sticks to me like a piece of dog skin plaster. I can't get rid of it no matter what."
"King Silver Horn, do you have any good ideas?"
Modric nodded after hearing this. After Vieira came on the court, he did have a great impact on Wang Xiaodong. Modric, who was not far away, also saw this.
After thinking for a moment, Modric's eyes lit up: "DONG, in that case, you might as well try this trick, I think it will definitely work."
"Oh? What is that? Tell me quickly."
Modric lay next to Wang Xiaodong's ear, whispered a few words, and then squeezed Wang Xiaodong's muscles with his hands, "DONG, this is your greatest advantage, no one else can compare with it!"
"You still have a way!" Wang Xiaodong laughed loudly after hearing this, "Okay, after I defeat them, I'll treat you to Nightingale, and I'll cover all your expenses!"
"Nightingale? DONG? Do you want a treat? Take me with you too!" Bell, who was panting at the side, became more energetic after hearing the keyword, and came over to flatter him.
"Go away! Look what you kicked in the first half!" Wang Xiaodong kicked Bell away in disgust, "Aren't you known as the 'South American Killer'? Why don't you even dare to fart in front of that No. 13? "
"DONG, you don't know, that guy was so cruel that he almost broke my legs several times..." When Wang Xiaodong mentioned Maicon, Bell immediately pouted with dissatisfaction on his face.
In the first half, the attack on the left wing was basically folded at Maicon's feet, resulting in Tottenham being unable to create any situation on the left wing in the later period.
It can be said that in these 45 minutes, Maicon restricted Bell tightly.
"Then I don't care." Wang Xiaodong shook his head, "Anyway, if you can't think of a way to kill that guy, our attack on the left won't be able to improve. You can figure it out yourself."
After hearing this, Bell scratched his head and slumped on the chair like a deflated rubber ball, thinking about how to get rid of Maicon's insistence.
After Martin Joel said a few simple words, the only players left in the locker room were breathing evenly.
...
The 15 minutes passed quickly. Until Wang Xiaodong walked out of the tunnel, Modric's "ingenious tips" were still echoing in his ears.
Looking at Vieira not far away, Wang Xiaodong clenched his fists loudly.
He is ready for a new round of challenges.
"King Silver Horn is right. If we fight like this, there is indeed a great chance... Haha, in this case, don't blame me for bullying you!"
At the beginning of the game, everyone felt Tottenham's crazy accelerating pace.
Whether it's offense or defense, passing or breakthrough, there is no sloppiness.
Compared with the first half, it has improved by almost three levels.
The team is like a machine, and the two midfielders are the engine.
When the bearings continue to accelerate, the entire machine has to run at high speed.
Looking at Tottenham who suddenly seemed to be on stimulants, Inter Milan had no choice but to bring themselves up to the same rhythm as their opponents, and then they could barely resist Tottenham's opening impact.
But after Tottenham made several consecutive sprints from all directions, and after seeing Boateng, a fool, quickly ran to the backcourt to retrieve his clearance ball, and then quickly kicked it back, the Inter Milan soldiers couldn't help but start. Breathing heavily.
There was one less player to fight, and the average age was so much higher than that of the opponents.
His physical weakness was quickly exposed.
Looking at Vieira who was secretly wiping his sweat behind him, Wang Xiaodong finally couldn't help but laugh.
Youth is always the biggest advantage!
