Inter Milan is really scared by Wang Xiaodong.
In fact, it's not that I'm afraid, but that no one wants to face this "brute force monster" who fights hard, shoots accurately, and has super physical strength.
Even though he might still have a cold.
In this way, Inter Milan's offensive changed with Wang Xiaodong's warm-up frequency.
When Wang Xiaodong got up to warm up, Inter Milan's offense slowed down a bit; as soon as Wang Xiaodong sat down, Inter Milan pressed forward and attacked frantically.
Just like this, until the halftime break of the game, the score was still 1-0.
When arriving in the player tunnel, Zanetti overheard the conversation between Wang Xiaodong and Boateng.
"Stupid, let me tell you, if you want to have a strong body and abundant physical strength, you must not take it lightly at any time."
"Time is like water from a sponge, it is squeezed out."
"Although the coach does not plan to let me play early, this incident cannot be wasted."
"Don't think I am a substitute, I have already jogged two or three kilometers in the first half."
"If I were allowed to play in the second half, I would definitely be in a better position..."
Zanetti on the side almost fainted after hearing this.
Good guy, it turns out you are just jogging!
It makes me so nervous!
If I had known you couldn't play, we would have scored one more goal in the first half!
In this way, the players from both sides returned to the locker room with different thoughts.
In the locker room, Martin Joel frowned.
The situation in the first half was somewhat beyond his expectations.
Inter Milan's desire to advance is too strong.
They were not intimidated by the 3-goal disadvantage. Instead, they took advantage of Wang Xiaodong's absence to complete a comeback.
Although I don't know why their offense is fierce and slow for a while, it does not prevent Martin Joel from attributing these to the physical disadvantages of the Inter Milan generals.
"Luka, you need to expand your runs in the second half so that their midfielder cannot stop for a moment!"
Modric, who was sweating profusely, nodded.
The pressure Vieira put on him was too great.
Although the former Gunners captain has aged, the dominance he has shown is not something that a newcomer in the five major leagues can compete with.
"We have to speed up in the second half! As long as we speed up, Inter Milan will definitely have physical problems!"
"By my estimate, 15 minutes!"
"As long as we don't concede a goal within 15 minutes, there will be no doubt about winning this game!"
Martin Joel's decisive tone cheered up the players. Looking at the head coach's "1" and "5" fingers, the players felt confident again.
After laying out the tactics, Wang Xiaodong quietly came to Martin Joel and asked with a dissatisfied look on his face: "Coach, when can I play?"
"You?" Martin Joel's face paused, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "If Inter Milan can widen the point difference to two goals, it will be your time to play."
"Okay!" Wang Xiaodong could only nod.
As expected, at the beginning of the second half, Inter Milan's offense came like a tide.
Especially when they saw Wang Xiaodong still sitting on the bench, Zanetti and the others attacked as if they were full of blood, even using their energy to press high up front.
Seeing this situation, Tottenham were not to be outdone and started a fierce fight from the midfield to the 35-meter area, fully bringing the Premier League style to Meazza.
After all, this is Inter Milan's home court. In just 15 minutes, Tottenham received three yellow cards in succession.
But it was these three yellow cards that shattered Inter Milan's strategy of a quick victory.
When the game reached the 60th minute, Inter Milan had to choose a steady and steady strategy.
Tottenham are really good at running!
These young people may have rough skills, but their bodies are very good.
For this reason, after Inter Milan made substitutions, Tottenham quickly made targeted substitution adjustments and once again used physical fitness and strength to set up defense.
Seeing Boateng, a fool, appear on the field to fight, Wang Xiaodong was extremely anxious on the sidelines.
NND!
Wouldn't it be enough to let me go on the field and score one?
Why go to all that trouble?
Don't make calculations and calculations when the time comes, and end up plotting against yourself.
And is it honorable to advance if you lose?
Don’t forget that we have lost two games in a row!
Of course, this is just Wang Xiaodong's inner complaint.
Since moving to Tottenham, Wang Xiaodong has really not been a substitute much.
Either he will be the main player in the game, or he will not participate at all, not even making the roster.
Now sitting on the bench in such an important game as the Champions League, of course he is scratching his head in anxiety.
Damn it!
Don't forget to come to Milan once and never play in the game, fail to travel, and fail to advance to the next level. That would be miserable!
Wang Xiaodong sat on the bench with his arms crossed angrily. He originally planned to take the little witch to have some fun in Milan. Unexpectedly, she got involved and was asked by the crew to film a movie, causing the travel plan to go to waste.
Now Wang Xiaodong gets angry when he thinks about these things and wants to rush onto the field immediately and kill Inter Milan without leaving any trace behind.
As time passed, the shouts at the San Siro became louder and louder.
There was no way, Tottenham managed to control the score at 0-1 with five yellow cards and two substitutions.
For the home team Inter Milan.
What can this score do?
Nothing can be done!
Apart from verifying that Serie A teams will only play 1-0 games, it does not help the reality.
On the sidelines of the court, Martin Joel raised the corners of his mouth.
He seemed to see the door to promotion.
But when the game reached the 77th minute, Inter Milan launched a desperate attack on Tottenham regardless of the consequences.
It stands to reason that the final onslaught will not start until at least the 80th minute. If the onslaught lasts for 10 minutes + 1 injury time, there may be a comeback.
But now Inter Milan is two goals behind, and the players are impatient.
Seeing Stankovic getting the ball in the frontcourt, Malblanco was the first to rush forward and block the opponent's path.
Although he was only substituted in the second half, Malblanco's frequent fouls earned him a yellow card.
But he couldn't care less about that at this moment, and rushed towards Stankovic with a shovel.
Looking at this posture, it is very likely that his season will be cancelled.
Let me see if you can hide!
Facing Malblanco's shovel, Stankovic gently pushed the ball forward, and then jumped high.
After landing, he took a step, caught up with the ball and ran away.
Malblanco got up and glared fiercely at Stankovic's back.
I don’t believe it, can’t I even commit a foul?
At the front of Tottenham's penalty area, Stankovic dribbled the ball.
Ibrahimovic, who started the game, and Anelka, who came on as a substitute, rushed into Tottenham's penalty area and disrupted the defensive formation.
Ledley King was stuck by Ibrahimovic, and Boateng followed in Anelka's footsteps.
Other players were also running. At the critical moment, Bell, who returned to defense in time, appeared in front of Stankovic.
However, the Great Sage was obviously a little impatient.
A clever kickback caused the Great Sage's center of gravity to be thrown aside.
After passing Bell, Stankovic has completely completed his mission.
Look at the gap in the penalty area and quickly send a through ball.
The ball passed under the feet of the four people and ran straight to the back point.
Here, the god-like Ibrahimovic leans on Tottenham's deputy and sweeps his long right leg horizontally.
Uh-huh!
The ball swished into Tottenham's net again.
Wow! ! !
The San Siro stadium is finally boiling.
2 to 0!
The deficit was reduced to one goal remaining.
The Nellas in the stands cheered, taking off their fans' clothes and waving them in the air to cheer the players.
After scoring the goal, Ibrahimovic was ecstatic. After scoring twice, he no longer cared about anything else. He ran straight to the sidelines and raised his arms.
Zanetti was originally excited because of his teammates' goals, but when he saw the direction in which Ibrahimovic was running, his heart suddenly sank.
Zlatan, NO!!!
Ibrahimovic, who was stunned by the goal, rushed to the stand closest to the Tottenham bench. He did not shy away from the eyes of everyone on the bench, beat his chest and roared wildly.
Ibrahimovic took the lead, and other team members also took the lead.
It seemed like he was yelling at the fans in the stands, but he was actually aimed at Tottenham's bench.
Facing the ridicule of his opponent, Martin Joel's face was ashen.
Just as he clenched his fist in his suit pocket, an extra hand appeared on his shoulder.
Before Martin Joel turned his head, a familiar voice came from behind.
"Boss, I remember we seem to have one substitution left, right?"
