Obviously, Barcelona's long possession of the ball caused Wang Xiaodong's dissatisfaction.
Continuous ground control turns the football game into a large-scale circle grabbing game. Now why do you still want to earn money from high-altitude balls?
Do you really think I'm just a show-off? !
no!
We must not let these little dwarfs continue to be so rampant!
attack! attack! !
At this moment, this was the only thought left in Wang Xiaodong's mind.
Do you really think that we can suppress our offense by controlling the ball and pressing high?
Don't even think about it!
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong made up his mind to give his opponent a hard blow!
Even if he doesn't score, he must let the opponent reach him directly. Lord Ma has three eyes!
After ferrying the ball out of the penalty area with his head, Wang Xiaodong immediately rushed out.
"here!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's exaggerated expression, how could Li Ronghao dare to neglect him?
Without waiting for the ball to hit the ground, he directly hit the ball with his chest into Wang Xiaodong's path.
But how can the strength in the chest be as strong as the legs and feet?
Coupled with Li Young-pyo's surprise just now, the power of the rebounding ball was obviously much smaller.
Seeing that the ball was as weak as the pee of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, Li Rongyao also stepped forward quickly, hoping to make up for it.
At this moment, we are still at the front of Tottenham's penalty area, and Xavi happens to be nearby.
Seeing that Lee Young-pyo's return pass was too weak, he quickly stepped forward to steal the ball and interfere with Tottenham's counterattack.
Seeing that the two of them seemed to be touching the ball at the same time, a loud roar suddenly came from their side.
"Get out of my way!"
boom!
Like a bulldozer, Wang Xiaodong pushed with his right foot and drove the ball past between Li Ronghao and Harvey.
After the dust cleared, Lee Young-pyo and Harvey fell backwards.
Li Ronghao was better off, after all, he often collided with Wang Xiaodong in training; Harvey was in a bad situation, this guy carefully touched his tailbone for fear of breaking his tailbone after falling.
Wang Xiaodong passed the ball to the Queen of Heaven, swung the ball hard with his right foot, and pushed the ball to the left front court.
"Great Sage, charge me!!!"
Wang Xiaodong's pass was too big.
From the midfield to the left wing of Barcelona's half, there is no space, not even a fly.
Zambrotta was the Barcelona player closest to where the ball landed. He looked back while running and didn't seem to notice anything unusual.
"Hmph, if the news is so big, why don't we just make a rescue? This Chinese guy's footwork isn't that good either!"
Zambrotta was secretly happy.
But as he was running, he heard a sudden burst of urging from the stands.
"Quick, quick!"
"Gianluca, what are you doing standing there? Run!"
run?
What are you running for?
Zambrotta was stunned for a moment, then looked back again.
This sight really startled him.
At some point, Bell rushed out of the crowd like an F1 car and was approaching him at extremely fast speeds.
Every time he blinked, Bell would appear closer to him.
Such a fast speed even made Zambrotta think that he was either suffering from an eye disease or that Bell had learned to flash.
"Come on! Come on!!!"
As Wang Xiaodong roared, Bell bit his lips and increased his speed to the extreme.
The larger Camp Nou stadium is like a prairie, allowing Bell to run wildly.
When the fans saw Bale knocking away Zambrotta with his right shoulder and taking the ball close at hand, a burst of cheers broke out in the visiting team's stands.
The counterattack begins!
Bai Baihe fans all know that Bell's counterattack is extremely fast and his scoring rate is also very high.
Every time Bell runs crazy, he will pose a threat to the opponent's goal.
Seeing Bell's extreme speed, Barcelona fans even covered their eyes, and some didn't dare to look anymore.
Although they did not think that the young Welsh boy would really pose a threat to Valdes' goal, they had to admit that Tottenham's counterattack was indeed exciting.
"Bell rushes up!"
"His explosive speed makes all Barcelona defenders despair!"
"It's unbelievable!"
"Is this Tottenham's counterattack?"
"It's like lightning!"
...
Commentators from all over the world were also excited. Such a fierce duel and such a sharp counterattack made everyone who saw it soaring in adrenaline.
Zambrotta wanted to reach out and grab Bale's fans, but he soon gave up on this unrealistic idea.
Bell's speed is simply too fast.
He didn't reach out to pull at the moment of intersection, which meant that he forever lost the opportunity to touch the hem of Bell's clothes.
Now we can only rely on teammates in the middle to slow down Bell's progress in front, and then form a front-to-back attack to stop Bell by combining inside and outside.
After passing Zambrotta, Bell sprinted with the ball.
The distance of more than 30 meters flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, Bell dribbled the ball to the front of Barcelona's penalty area.
He glanced up and saw that no other teammates were following him.
Bell decisively cut inside. After taking a step, his body completely blocked Zambrotta's return route.
Marquez, who had been staying in the middle, saw Bale cutting inside, how could he still stand?
Everyone moved forward in a hurry, hoping to stop Bell outside the penalty area.
But just after Marquez shifted his center of gravity, the next second, Bell stepped forward with his right foot, flicked his left foot, and rushed towards the baseline again.
Bell feinted out of the way without warning, and not only got out of the way, but also almost caused Marquez and Zambrotta, who couldn't stop the car, to collide.
After losing the restraints, Bell lowered his left foot again.
Although the shooting angle is getting smaller and smaller, Bell's breakthrough really caused panic in the Barcelona defense.
When Bell just cut inside, another central defender Milito also kept an eye on it and moved closer to this side.
Now seeing Bell break out of the encirclement, he quickly accelerated to catch up and fill his position.
Don't look at the remaining space for activities getting smaller and smaller, and the bottom line is getting closer and closer.
But Bell's sprint and fake sway just now have made many fans stand up and look closely at him.
After Bell took another step to lie down, Milito finally came over.
He knew very well what would happen if Bell continued to move forward, so his first task was to do his best to force Bell out of the penalty area, even to the corner kick, causing his own throw-in.
As the 2002 Argentine Footballer of the Year, Garibuel Milito's fame is more or less related to his failed transfer to Real Madrid.
After being elected as the Argentinian Footballer of the Year, Real Madrid announced the signing of Milito.
As a result, he failed to pass the medical examination, which led Milito to eventually join Zaragoza.
Since then, Milito has been thriving in La Liga, while Real Madrid has paid off its debt to this day for the emptiness in the midfield and backcourt.
On the contrary, Woodgate, who "passed the physical examination" back then, suffered from constant injuries and became a joke.
I wonder what Woodgate, who is now sitting on the Tottenham bench, will feel when he sees Milito running at full speed on the court.
In the Argentina national team, Milito has always been a marginal figure.
In the mind of head coach Pekerman, Samuel is the core of the defense, Ayala and others can rotate at any time, and Milito is just a backup candidate.
But in today's Barcelona Tower, Milito became the starting center back instead of Puyol, which is enough to show that Rijkaard values him.
Bell is almost moving close to the penalty area line at this moment. If he commits a foul here, he may be awarded a free kick, or he may be given a direct penalty.
So after Milito came over, he didn't dare to relax at all.
And after coming into contact with Bale at close range, he began to give up the unrealistic fantasy of "pushing him into the corner".
This guy is so fast!
He is also tall and tall.
Young people's physical strength and explosive power are at the top.
If you relax a little now, you might be forcibly wiped away.
It would be better to force him out of the penalty area and knock him down directly. Compared with penalty kicks and counterattacks, giving a free kick in front of the corner is barely acceptable.
Bell, who was touching the ball lightly with the instep of his right foot, seemed to get some information from his opponent's momentum. He immediately placed his right foot on the right side of the ball and used the arch of his foot to dribble the ball to prevent the opponent from pressing.
They have all reached the semi-finals of the Champions League. Which team's defender is easier to deal with?
His teammates haven't followed up yet, and he is temporarily helpless. Bell's movements do not dare to stop at all.
In fact, he feels the same as Milito and has "top, middle, bottom" expectations for the future.
The last one is waiting for a corner kick; the middle one is waiting for the support of his teammates to hit the ball alive; if there is a chance to realize his best wish, then he will definitely seize this "accidental" chance to face the goalkeeper.
Now that Milito is so cautious, Bell has begun to give up the idea of passing the opponent's single-handed goalkeeper again.
I saw him flicking the ball forward with his left foot and twisting his body inward, just like he did countless times when he cut in and shot.
Milito naturally collected countless information about Tottenham before the game. He was already familiar with the dribbling characteristics and shooting methods of Bell and Lennon.
Now seeing that Bell wants to use his speed to quickly cut inside, of course he can't let his opponent pass.
So Milito hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the position in front of Bell, and blocked the bottom line with half a leg.
But at this moment, Milito's early blocking did not play its due role.
Bell did not suddenly accelerate with the ball, but stood still after picking up the ball with his left foot, hooked the ball with his right foot and pulled hard in the opposite direction.
This sudden 180-degree turn caught Milito off guard.
Although he was also feinted by Bell, Milito still breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.
The opponent did not force the ball, but turned around and took the ball to the outside. The previous prediction was at least half successful.
Now that Bell has voluntarily given up his attack, he must immediately press forward and destroy the ball.
Seeing Bell turn around and "give up", Gianluca Zambrotta, who followed him, was also very happy.
Facing Bell with the ball again, Zambrotta seemed to have "healed the scar and forgotten the pain" again.
While Bell was still on his feet after turning around, he suddenly made a sneak attack with his feet.
Seeing that his toes were about to poke the ball away from Bale's feet, Bale's hooking right foot changed from the arch of his foot to the outside of his foot at the critical moment. He touched it slightly forward with his little toe, and the ball slipped past Zambrotta. It rolled between the legs.
At the same time, Bell's body retreated to the outside, getting out of the way of Zambrotta, who was rushing forward, and once again controlled the ball.
"Wow!"
The Camp Nou stands lost their composure.
This is almost like "catching a turtle in a urn", so why did he let him escape with the ball?
I thought that Bell, who was withdrawing with the ball, would be caught in a double-team between the two, but it all came to nothing when Zambrotta made an ungrateful move.
Bell's characteristics lie in speed and dribbling, and he rarely has the opportunity to show off his skills with his feet.
Today, he was forced to do this, so he showed off his skills in front of the public.
In the stands, Florentino's eyes lit up when he saw this.
A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.
The crotch pass that Bale just turned around is almost routine for the likes of Messi, Inesta and Xavi.
But for a tall man of 1.85 meters, there are many cores involved.
Whether it is the skillful control of his left and right feet, his mastery of body balance, and his ability to respond to emergencies...Bell is almost the best in these aspects!
When he turns around and just looks up to see his opponent, he can still be so calm, get rid of his opponent by using extraordinary tricks, and achieve the state of "walking through a hundred flowers without leaving a single leaf behind". Isn't such a player a genius? What?
Now, Bell used his foot skills to get rid of the opponent's double team. Not only did he get out of the way again, but he also continued to maintain the threat of a single breakthrough into the penalty area.
At this moment, Bell had his back to the left sideline and kept moving the ball laterally toward his home along the penalty area line.
Zambrotta and Milito, who turned around, did not dare to be careless. They formed a "human wall" of two people, one on the left and one on the right, one in front and one behind, to prevent Bell from accelerating forward.
As Bell pulled the ball lightly, the three of them slowly moved laterally.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Almost all cameras focus on the trio.
The ball handler does not dare to take a shot easily, and the defensive players do not dare to lose their position easily.
A delicate balance is formed between the three, just like the rook and knight in chess that have not yet moved but are forced to death by the opponent's rook.
No one dared to act rashly, even if the Barcelona goal was not far in front of Bell, he could even see the nervous Valdes at the near post.
But at this moment, no one from the three teams made a move easily, and they all seemed to be waiting for their opponent's next move.
One step, two steps, three steps...
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
As time passed, Bell was about to pull the ball horizontally to the upper left corner of the penalty area.
At this moment, Bell's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth also turned up.
not good!
Both Gianluca Zambrotta and Milito noticed something strange about their opponent. One stepped forward to steal the ball, and the other caught up with him.
But Bell's feet were faster. Instead of rubbing the ball with his left foot as usual, he pushed the ball with the arch of his foot and pushed the ball diagonally to the center.
Zambrotta's feet were empty, and there was no touch of the ball.
He subconsciously turned his head and followed the leaving ball with his eyes.
At this moment, Bell's chuckle came from behind: "I'm waiting for my teammates, what are you waiting for?"
As Bell took a shot, the camera quickly followed the ball and zoomed out.
When the broadcast camera was zoomed to a certain angle, the fans were surprised to find out.
Bell did not pass the ball to Robby and Defoe who had just run to the penalty area line, but directly passed it to the gap behind him.
With three defenders being taken away by two Tottenham forwards, a small vacuum appeared in front of Wang Xiaodong.
At the moment, only Deco is following him around him, but in the eyes of the fans, Deco, who is 1.77 meters tall, is like a little follower next to Wang Xiaodong, who is 1.87 meters tall.
Facing Bell's diagonal pass, Wang Xiaodong's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
As if sensing the anger in Wang Xiaodong's body, Deco quickly came over, hoping to use his weight to interfere with Wang Xiaodong's shot.
All Bai Baihe fans stood up and looked nervously at the field.
This scene was all too familiar to them.
This has been the cooperation between Bell and Wang Xiaodong for two seasons.
The trick is not new, it just works.
This is Tottenham's most skilled offensive method, and this is the DONG-style goal that fans have seen the most.
Deco, who was running on the right, did not give up easily. He threw his body desperately towards Wang Xiaodong's shoulder.
However, the next second, a powerful recoil force came from his chest.
Wang Xiaodong's right foot, which was about to swing up, suddenly touched the ground, switching his center of gravity in an instant.
After standing on his right foot, he suddenly bumped into Deco with his right shoulder, knocking his body one meter away.
At the same time, Wang Xiaodong raised his left leg high, and all his strength was concentrated on his left foot.
In an instant, the ball was struck like a firing pin hitting a bullet, flying toward the Barcelona goal with a buzzing sound.
Such a violent shot left Valdes, who had just moved to the center, unable to react in time.
He stretched out his right hand in haste and embarrassment, and in the midst of the lightning, the ball had already escaped Valdez's fingertips and plunged into the net.
The bald Valdez froze in place for an instant, looking at his right hand in disbelief.
It was obvious that he had encountered it, but he still couldn't stop it.
Is this the legendary DONG heavy artillery?
The next second, a belated gust of wind hit Valdes in the face.
call! ! !
Like a tsunami.
