"DONG~~~"
"Shoot!"
As the camera zoomed in, everyone guessed the outcome of the next second: Wang Xiaodong bombed with heavy artillery, and Cech resigned to his fate.
"Bell passes back!"
"Wang Xiaodong..."
"Essien also came closer..."
"Jump up and block!"
The most fortunate thing for Chelsea fans is that there is always no shortage of defensive midfielders in the team.
Even though Wang Xiaodong was so bored in the first half that he almost vomited out all the noodles he ate yesterday, now faced with Wang Xiaodong's leg-swinging volley, Essien still rushed forward without hesitation, blocking the shot with his body.
At this moment, Essien, flying in the air, became the hope of the whole village.
Bo~~~
Essien turned sideways, closed his eyes, and leaped high.
There was only a soft sound next to his ears, and the punch in the memory did not appear.
"Um?"
"what's the situation?"
"What happened?"
Essien, who had just walked before the gate of hell, opened his eyes and his legs had landed safely on the ground.
He turned around and saw Wang Xiaodong raising his head and nervously looking at the ball falling in the air.
The leg swing just now was just a fake shot. Faced with Essien's desperate block, Wang Xiaodong raised his toes and picked up the ball.
The crisp sound before was the sound made by Wang Xiaodong's toes hitting the ball.
Although Wang Xiaodong deceived Essien with a fake shot, he was really rough at this kind of embroidery job.
Although Essien was deceived by this flick, the ball did not fly in an arc as Wang Xiaodong had expected.
Watching the ball flying high and far away, Wang Xiaodong hurriedly followed and stretched out his feet to catch it.
Essien also reacted at this moment and quickly turned around to chase after him.
When he rushed in front of Wang Xiaodong again, the ball was about to land on Wang Xiaodong's right foot.
Grant stood on the sidelines, eyes wide.
"We must destroy the ball!"
"Don't let him knock on the door!"
It was still a bit cold in England in February, but there were already many beads of sweat on Grant's temples.
If Wang Xiaodong scores another goal at this time, all the efforts since the second half will be in vain.
…
Wang Xiaodong couldn't care about anything else at the moment. He just wanted to catch the ball that was thrown away by him.
As for whether it's protecting the ball or shooting, that's another matter.
Therefore, there was no figure of Essien in Wang Xiaodong's eyes.
Wang Xiaodong didn't react until Essien rushed in front of him, but at this moment the ball had already fallen onto Wang Xiaodong's instep.
At this moment, he stretches his leg, and the opponent has already rushed in front of him. If he doesn't come up with a way, this time will be Wang Xiaodong's last touch with the ball.
Facing the rushing Essien, Wang Xiaodong subconsciously raised his right foot.
He neither dropped back to stop the ball nor forced the ball out.
The ball drew an arc in the air and passed over Essien's head again.
Seeing the resumption of the arc, those Bai Baihe fans in the stands who were preparing to celebrate once again swallowed hard the sound that rushed out of their throats and looked straight at Wang Xiaodong's performance.
Seeing the ball he was about to get kicked away from him again, Essien became anxious now.
He slammed his right foot on the ground, stopped and turned around.
However, when he turned his head 180 degrees, he saw the same scene again.
Um?
Ghost hitting the wall?
What's happening here?
The ball that had just fallen to his waist bounced up again and flew back along the same path before his eyes.
this...
Essien was completely confused now.
The continuous sudden stops and turns made him dizzy, and he still didn't understand what was happening.
But at this moment, the fans in the stands were already excited. They waved their arms and shouted Wang Xiaodong's name.
"DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG!!!"
The ball hasn't even been scored yet, but the cry has already started.
Bell, who was walking back from the offside line, was stunned in place, watching this gaudy scene.
Not only Bale, but Berba in the penalty area and Modric behind Wang Xiaodong also frowned, with only one voice left in their heads: Is this really DONG?
Wang Xiaodong "dumped the ball" twice with his left and right feet, playing with Essien between his hands.
When Wang Xiaodong's left foot bounced the ball from Essien's head to his right foot again, the Ghanaian had completely lost the ability to press.
Terry finally reacted when he saw Wang Xiaodong get away from Essien and get out of the way, thinking something was wrong in his heart.
At the same time, two defenders, including Terry, rushed forward frantically, blocking Wang Xiaodong's shooting path, one from the left and the other from the right.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong swinging his leg again, even Cech rushed out from the goal line and tried to lock in the shooting angle as much as possible.
At this moment, the three players in blue rushed forward desperately, blocking Wang Xiaodong's shot with their bloody bodies.
"Wang Xiaodong raised his right foot..."
"I also picked up my left foot..."
"Passed!"
"Lift your legs!!!"
Huang Jianxiang lengthened his tone and once again, together with all the fans, waited for the loud bang of the heavy cannon.
Bang! ! !
The expected thunder did not occur. At the last moment, Wang Xiaodong's right foot hit the ball directly behind the ball, but there was not much power left in the kick.
Under the horrified eyes of the Chelsea defenders, the ball once again flew into the sky with a graceful posture, drew an arc, and fell gracefully to the far corner of the goal.
Terry and Belletti, who were tackled to the ground, had completely lost their defensive ability. Cech, who stopped and turned around, still retained the opportunity to prevent the goal.
I saw the Czech goalkeeper twisting the arch of his left foot and taking a sharp step to the left with his right foot from behind.
Shift your weight to the right, accumulating all your strength on your right leg.
At that moment, Cech's right leg turned into a powerful spring, ejecting his entire body.
"Cech!!!"
Huang Jianxiang roared!
Few people could see the ball clearly when Wang Xiaodong shot. This time, he not only saw the trajectory clearly, but also predicted the outcome.
Success or failure all rests on Cech!
At this moment, the helmeted man's body has completely stretched, soaring in the sky like a roc.
His stretched out right arm was stretched straight, and his fingertips were stretched out desperately.
In the eyes of the fans, the flying speed of Cech in the air has begun to decrease sharply, but his fingers are approaching the ball at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
one meter.
Half a meter.
Ten centimeters.
Five centimeters.
Three centimeters.
One centimeter!
Chelsea fans are about to explode!
How they wish to see Cech's fingers knock the damn ball away!
But as Cech's body soared in the air, his fingertips kept the same speed as the football, falling towards the goal.
Two seconds later, there was a muffled "pop" sound.
Cech's body slammed in front of the goal, but the ball hit the net.
Seeing this result, the fans in the stands burst into piercing screams one after another, spreading quickly like a plague.
This is a unique personal performance that perfectly demonstrates personal heroism.
Fans never thought that Wang Xiaodong could not create unparalleled world waves, but also kick such a clever lob.
“It’s wonderful!”
"It's so clever!"
"What did I just see? What a neat lob?"
The fans waved their fists and were filled with excitement as they watched the young man displaying his talent freely on the court.
"DONG is not only capable of brute force shots with no skills at all, but he can also kick such graceful goals."
"This time, I got to know this boy again!"
"His feet can actually play the violin!"
