Mikel chased Lennon.
Ignore the people behind, the person in front with the ball must defend first.
In today's game, Mikel's defensive work was indeed very good, even a bit like the senior Makelele.
But now when competing with Lennon for speed, I still suffer a bit.
The nickname "Electric Mouse" not only reflects Lennon's speed advantage, but also expresses his flexibility.
Fortunately, Mikel runs inside and can prevent his opponent from cutting inside at any time. Even if Lennon wants to cross, there is still a chance to intercept the ball.
But Lennon is not a brainless player. He took the ball seven or eight meters in front of the baseline and then decisively passed it back when he saw that there was no chance to kick.
Bo~
The electric mouse deftly tapped its heel, and the ball rolled diagonally toward Wang Xiaodong from behind.
In the previous time, Wang Xiaodong had been cooperating with Bell on the left. Now coming to the right, Mikel is really not used to defending.
The sudden change of position in Tottenham's midfield caught Chelsea off guard. When Mikel saw Lennon passing the ball, he subconsciously stopped and hesitated to turn around to defend Wang Xiaodong.
Taking advantage of this gap, Wang Xiaodong pushed with his right foot and pushed the ball to the baseline again.
But this time it was not pushed to the sideline, but vertically toward the baseline.
The pass was from behind Mikel!
At this time, Lennon, who was running without the ball, had also passed by Mikel. With Wang Xiaodong's reaction, he got rid of Mikel's personal defense and cut to the center.
"Hit the wall!"
"DONG, this foot is so beautiful!"
call!
Seeing Lennon dribbling the ball and cutting inside, Wembley Stadium became restless again.
"DONG's awareness of passing and assisting is also top-notch!" the on-site commentator explained loudly, "This is trust!"
"Tacit cooperation!"
"Just looking at this pass, it really looks like Arsenal." In the ESPN studio, Zhan Jun also praised this clever through ball.
"Lennon didn't keep cutting inside and kept going down."
"Mikel and Belletti are here!"
Zhan Jun's breathing began to quicken. He didn't want to see such a good opportunity wasted.
When the fans focused on Lennon, Wang Xiaodong, who was running sideways, accelerated decisively.
At the same time, the ball was pushed by the arch of Lennon's foot and flew into the air in an arc.
Seeing the trajectory of the ball, Cech, who was about to attack, suddenly stopped and retreated to the goal line again.
In the penalty area, Blues captain Terry jumped high.
At 1.87 meters, Terry and Wang Xiaodong are the same height, but the iron-blooded captain's figure and body shape are still slightly thinner compared to Wang Xiaodong, who is still growing.
After being "trained" by Tottenham's nutritionist, he is no longer the streamlined boy he was in Southampton.
Now Wang Xiaodong can hold up the jersey on his chest by taking a deep breath.
Facing the ball in the air, Terry, who was one step behind, jumped up desperately, hoping to hit the ball from behind Wang Xiaodong's head.
In the penalty area, the first reaction and purpose of the defensive players is usually to destroy the ball as much as possible, but the offensive players always think about many things, including the luxury of stopping the ball at their feet.
Wang Xiaodong had exactly this idea.
Facing the incoming ball, Wang Xiaodong turned his back and raised his chest.
But the next second, the captain of the Blues arrived as promised.
"Terry!" Huang Jianxiang exclaimed, "Terry header!"
"Aiya, I go!"
Seeing the scene on the field, Huang Jianxiang was so excited that he even spoke Northeastern dialect.
In the camera, Wang Xiaodong's chest, which he had just puffed up, leaned forward because of Terry pressing behind him.
Even in order to protect himself from injury, Wang Xiaodong's head, which he wanted to raise, dropped forward.
The moment the two came into contact, Terry was almost riding on Wang Xiaodong's back.
Wang Xiaodong only wanted to stop the ball with his chest. How could he have expected that Terry would pounce on him so desperately?
Caught off guard, Wang Xiaodong had no choice but to take a deep breath, steady his horse, and stand firm.
Terry, who jumped high, did not completely succeed. After rubbing his forehead against the ball, he completely lost his center of gravity and fell from the air.
Plop!
Dust was flying in the Chelsea penalty area.
The captain of the Blue Army fell hard from Wang Xiaodong's back. His posture was just like the over-the-shoulder throw Wang Xiaodong had just used on him.
In fact, Wang Xiaodong was also severely suppressed.
If the bottom plate hadn't been stable, the 90-kilogram Terry might have crushed his spine.
Terry fell to the ground, but the ball didn't clear far.
There were still crises in front of the Blues' goal, so Terry's fall was naturally ignored by others.
Wang Xiaodong straightened up and pushed hard with his left foot. He stirred up a piece of dirt and rushed towards the spot where the ball landed in his peripheral vision.
Seeing that Wang Xiaodong is still capable of fighting, the atmosphere at Wembley Stadium became tense again.
"DONG!DONG!!!"
the fans shouted.
"Stuck, jam!"
Cech shouted from the goal line.
But Terry has been knocked down. Who else in the penalty area can resist Wang Xiaodong?
This time, it's Chelsea's deputy.
The ball that was headed by Terry flew sideways along the penalty area line, and Lampard was actually standing in front of the direction of the flight of the ball.
I thought the ball would land safely on my chest, but Wang Xiaodong, who had just gotten rid of Terry, rushed over like a wild beast.
Facing the menacing Wang Xiaodong, Lampard stepped back with his right leg, took a deep breath, and turned sideways to meet him.
But he still underestimated Wang Xiaodong's determination to grab the ball.
Wang Xiaodong, who rushed in front of Lampard, stepped forward with his right foot and stepped hard on the turf. At the same time, using the entire right leg as the axis, the whole person rotates toward the left and rear.
Bang! ! !
The ball hasn't even dropped yet, but the person has arrived first.
Wang Xiaodong turned around with inertia and hit Lampard's chest with his back. This real collision made Lampard feel like he was hit in the chest by a large iron ball weighing 100 kilograms.
Phew~~~
After this fierce collision, Chelsea's magic lamp almost went out.
Lampard felt a sweet sensation in his throat and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Houlishet! ! !
This guy is going to kill me!
However, the simple collision did not completely take away Lampard's position, and Wang Xiaodong's second consecutive move to seize the position was also launched.
Just when Lampard was hit by Wang Xiaodong and his legs became weak, his weak lower abdomen received another "hammer blow".
This time, Lampard finally lost his footing and took a step back with both legs.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong's raised butt in front of him, Lampard wanted to pick up a baseball bat and beat him away.
"Wang Xiaodong is stuck!"
"Win the ball off again!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong stop the ball on his chest, all the fans watching the game became excited.
Is this really a football game?
Not judo? Not wrestling? Not WWE either?
If Lennon's wonderful through ball before showed Wang Xiaodong's precision and delicacy, then the two consecutive close-to-hand confrontations just now highlighted Wang Xiaodong's unparalleled dominance.
Can such fierce physical combat be seen on the football field?
At this moment, whether it is a male fan, a female fan or the fan in the middle, their blood is boiling and their throats are thirsty.
Wang Xiaodong's series of actions had unintentionally awakened the most primitive and savage genes of human beings.
After Wang Xiaodong's combo, Lampard felt weak all over and could no longer maintain his center of gravity.
However, the Blues deputy was also cruel. Instead of falling backward, he gritted his teeth on the side of his body and fell forward on Wang Xiaodong's back.
Even if I get knocked down by you, I will still pull off a layer of your skin!
It was Lampard's obstruction that made Wang Xiaodong step forward and take a shot.
After continuous collisions, it was very rare for Wang Xiaodong to be able to stay alive at this moment.
Now Lampard slumped his body on Wang Xiaodong's back like a sack. Although the distance between him and the ball was only about one meter, in Wang Xiaodong's eyes it felt like a divine punishment.
Belletti and Ashley Cole in the penalty area were both shocked and speechless. They thought that the two captains could interfere with the ball out of the penalty area for the last time.
Who would have thought that Wang Xiaodong's continuous support would force both of them to lose their fighting power in a short period of time.
In addition, other Tottenham players had to be guarded, so although the ball was in front of Wang Xiaodong, no one stepped forward to steal it.
In fact, they did not expect that Wang Xiaodong would not take this last step.
grass!
Wang Xiaodong, who was pinned down by Lampard, cursed secretly and hurriedly twisted his body, causing Lampard to slip away from him.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong was one step inside the penalty area, to the left of the penalty spot, facing the right wing.
The ball landed one meter in front of him, bouncing slightly.
Lampard's body is on the left side of his feet, blocking Wang Xiaodong's path and blocking a space for Cech to shoot.
Terry was still curled up in a ball on the other side of the penalty spot, clutching his stomach, like a giant shrimp.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong only needs to take a step forward and rush to the ball, swinging his right foot to sweep across the goal. Whether Cech can hold on depends on his luck.
But this plan went bankrupt under Lampard's interference. Even half a second of hesitation on the court may lead to completely different results.
After losing Lampard's weight on his body, Wang Xiaodong did not sweep the ball and shoot as planned.
In the corner of his right eye, a blue figure was approaching at high speed and rushing towards the ball.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong's brain was spinning rapidly.
Barely swinging his legs to shoot? There is a high probability that it will kick the opponent's heel.
Steal the chicken and stretch your legs to shoot? Maybe his leg will be kicked by the opponent's foot to clear the ball.
Wang Xiaodong neither likes to kick the opponent's body, nor does he like to be kicked by the opponent.
At the critical moment, Wang Xiaodong gritted his teeth and rushed forward with all his strength.
Become a Buddha in one step, become a devil in one step.
With this simple step, Wang Xiaodong used all his strength to cross a distance of thousands of miles.
In 0.00001 seconds faster than the opponent, Wang Xiaodong rushed between the player and the ball.
"Uh uh uh uh uh uh..."
Looking at the white No. 4 that suddenly appeared in front of him, Drogba opened his mouth in surprise and desperately stopped his right leg.
The next second, the African monster that couldn't stop the car slammed into Wang Xiaodong's back.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrr..."
Wang Xiaodong's low roar vibrated his vocal cords, boiling in his throat like boiling water.
Drogba, who was running at high speed, was like a giant African elephant. While others were stunned by Wang Xiaodong's bravery, Drogba's sense of smell in front of the goal made him start immediately and rush towards his own penalty area.
The result was just as he expected. Although Wang Xiaodong defeated Lampard, he still lacked strength.
At this moment, Drogba no longer wants to take corner kicks. The primary goal is to kick the ball out of bounds as soon as possible.
So don't look at Drogba rushing towards his own goal, but he is actually running away from the baseline.
But with his legs swung out, Wang Xiaodong once again stood in front of the ball like a ghost.
At this moment, Drogba continued to fly kicks, but missed Wang Xiaodong and knocked him down.
This is a restricted area!
Knocking him down with your body may result in a penalty kick, let alone kicking him down directly.
So Drogba spent all his remaining energy on retracting his legs. As for the inertia of his body, it was too late to control it.
"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho..."
Facing the impact of the African elephant, Wang Xiaodong could no longer stand. He leaned forward and put his hands on the ground.
Drogba tripped and fell on Wang Xiaodong's back.
Seeing both of them falling to the ground, the Chelsea players on the side immediately turned their heads, raised their hands, and looked towards the referee.
But what they saw was a referee with wide eyes and a dazed whistle in his mouth.
At this moment, Helmet Man Cech's pupils tightened, as if he had encountered the most terrifying thing in his life.
"Wang Defa???"
On the sidelines of the court, Grant was also talking.
"How can this be???"
Before the penalty kick, Drogba's body rolled to the ground like a sack, revealing a man with his butt sticking out and his body arched into an arch.
“DONG???”
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's body gradually stretched out, even the home commentator lost his voice.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
This sound was finally shouted out by Wang Xiaodong.
At the last moment, Wang Xiaodong was not crushed by Drogba.
He stretched himself on all fours, his back tensed, and his lower abdomen tightened.
The jersey stuck tightly to Wang Xiaodong's abdominal muscles due to sweat. Half a centimeter below the jersey, a blue and white ball lay quietly.
"Get away!"
With a burpee, Wang Xiaodong flicked his left arm and knocked off Drogba's arm holding his jersey.
He moved the ball slightly to the right with the tip of his right foot, cleared the space, quickly swung his calf, and kicked the ball out with a half-beat rhythm.
It was almost a penalty kick away. Even without moving his thighs, Wang Xiaodong could still kick a very powerful shot.
Cech, who had prepared everything long ago, bent his legs and his body tensed instantly.
But the last action he made was just to stretch out his left arm, and the ball propped up the net behind him in the blink of an eye.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
With a long howl, the 90,000 fans at Wembley Stadium roared with all their strength.
The Chelsea goalkeeper stood there blankly, with his hands raised like a statue.
With the palms facing outward, the white latex on the gloves looks like a white flag raised high from a distance.
In the studio, Zhan Jun watched this classic scene through the screen and subconsciously murmured: "Chelsea surrendered."
