"Dear viewers of CCTV and CCTV, you are now watching the second leg of the UEFA Champions League semi-finals in the 2007-2008 season, between Tottenham Hotspur and Barcelona."
"Tottenham Hotspur faced Barcelona at home at White Hart Lane. I am the commentator for this game. Sitting next to me is Zhang Lu, the coach. The two of me will provide you with live commentary in the studio.
Since Tottenham's group stage, CCTV has been broadcasting Tottenham's Champions League games.
As Huang Jianxiang's apprentice, He Wei naturally takes on the important responsibility of commentary.
"In the first leg of the semi-finals, Barcelona defeated Tottenham Hotspur 4-1 at Camp Nou."
"So this game is already a last-ditch battle for Tottenham."
"However, after defeating Tottenham, Barcelona lost to Deportivo La Coruña in the league last weekend. It seems that Barcelona has put all its focus on the Champions League."
"As for Tottenham, they failed to defeat their opponents in the league at the weekend and suffered an unexpected draw at home."
"Currently, Barcelona has basically bid farewell to the league championship, while Tottenham are competing for first place in the league, so the pressure on the two teams is different."
"Due to a conflict between Wang Xiaodong and Barcelona's starting goalkeeper Valdes at the Camp Nou in the last game, he was substituted early to protect his teammate Martin Joel."
Zhang Lu also started to catch the conversation at this time, "But after Wang Xiaodong came off the field, Tottenham's defense was instantly disintegrated by Barcelona."
"Back at home this time, I believe that neither Martin Joel nor Wang Xiaodong will make such stupid mistakes again."
"For them, there are only 90 minutes left to advance."
"That's right." He Wei nodded.
"However, before the game, Wang Xiaodong updated a domestic Weibo. He said that he must be confident to win the game, and attached a photo of his muscular bust."
"In this regard, I am very optimistic about Wang Xiaodong's courage and understanding of shame. Everyone knows that Wang Xiaodong is a player with a very fighting spirit."
"Hey, it seems that Wang Xiaodong will never give up the tickets to the Champions League final easily." Zhang Lu smiled with his signature smile.
When shaking hands before the game, Valdes looked a little ugly.
He wanted to use his bald head to make a ferocious expression to intimidate his opponent, but he could feel Wang Xiaodong's terrifying grip through a pair of thick goalkeeper gloves. After thinking about it, he endured the pain and forced out a smile. .
"Cherish the time you can now move your wrist freely." Wang Xiaodong said softly, "But it doesn't matter, you are Cassie's substitute anyway."
Hearing the word "substitute", Valdes finally couldn't help it, and veins popped up on his forehead.
This year's European Cup, Spain's starting goalkeeper is Casillas.
If nothing else, Valdes basically had no chance to play.
No matter how much Barcelona officials promote Valdes as a very good goalkeeper, he will always be the substitute in front of Saint Cassie.
But just after Valdes wanted to retort, Wang Xiaodong had already let go of his hand, leaving a white silhouette behind.
Recalling Wang Xiaodong's expression just now, Valdez's fingertips felt a dull pain again.
His fingers were still swollen.
He didn't tell anyone about this.
He thought this was just a small problem and it would be fine if he wrapped more gauze around it.
What's more, the team is already 3 goals ahead, so this "minor injury" should not cause any serious harm to him.
But now, he hesitated again.
While digesting Wang Xiaodong's grip, he wondered suspiciously whether the circle of gauze was twisted crookedly and whether he should reprocess it.
In fact, the ring of gauze was wrapped around Valdez's finger.
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When the Swedish referee Sko blew the whistle to start the game, Tottenham didn't give the opponent any chance to buffer. They all pressed forward and rushed towards the hinterland of Barcelona.
And Barcelona did not show any weakness. In the first second of the game, they used continuous passes and receptions to avoid Tottenham's attack and burn the front line to the edge of the opponent's penalty area little by little.
"Even in an away game, Barcelona still wants to control the ball!" He Wei exclaimed.
"Messi ate Modric alive with his speed! Cross!"
"The whistle blew, foul."
"Barcelona's free kick."
Less than a minute into the game, Messi was tripped by Modric on the edge of the penalty area.
However, Messi's feet were not very hot, and his direct free kick was blocked by the wall.
Tottenham's most relied-upon offensive channel is the two wings. Flying together on both wings has always been Tottenham's characteristic.
In Barcelona, because Messi and Inesta play as left and right wingers, there are a lot of attacks from both wings.
The difference between the two teams is that Tottenham's wing attack basically starts from the backcourt; while Barcelona usually passes the ball from the center to the frontcourt, and then passes it to the wing for cutting.
After Messi's free kick, Barcelona, which is good at controlling the ball, deliberately slowed down the pace of the game and strengthened control.
But Tottenham obviously don't want to give the other party such an opportunity.
In the 4th minute, Wang Xiaodong's lob shot from 40 meters away missed the Barcelona crossbar and bounced off the baseline.
Looking at the replay on the big screen, fans from both sides were shocked.
"After returning to home court, Tottenham are obviously more active, and Wang Xiaodong has also become more proactive."
"Coach Zhang, Tottenham are playing so widely, will this become a loophole for the opponent to counterattack?" He Wei asked on behalf of the fans.
"Hey, loophole?" Zhang Lu chuckled, "Tottenham are now 3 goals behind Barcelona. Instead of taking care of this small 'loophole', it is better to sneak attack while the opponent has not adapted to it. If the game drags into Barcelona's rhythm , then Tottenham can wash up and go home to sleep."
Lennon thought so too.
In the last game, his right wing was beaten by his opponent, and the raid he was good at had no effect.
So at this moment, his legs were moving very fast, just trying to find an opportunity to give Barcelona a fatal blow.
But Abidal is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He knows that Tottenham's two wings are so fast.
Therefore, when defending, he stood firm in his position, remained unchanged in response to changes, and combined with teammates' attacks to let go.
Sure enough, after pretending to make a move, Lennon suddenly took a feint shot and cut inside the center.
But just when he barely completed the inside cut and before he could adjust his center of gravity, Abidal stretched out his left foot and blocked him.
In order to avoid the opponent's interception, Lennon twisted his body forcefully.
The next second, a strong wind passed by him.
By the time he reacted, the ball under his feet had disappeared.
"Puyol's attack was so decisive!"
Even He Wei couldn't help but applaud the Barcelona captain's precise tackle.
Zhang Lu on the side shook his head, "This Lennon is still young, and the other party obviously lured him into taking the bait..."
"This tackle was like a script written by Barcelona."
Just as Zhang Lu was complaining, an explosion suddenly sounded on the court.
Boom! ! !
The ball shot straight into the sky.
After landing, he spun greatly and bounced towards the Barcelona half.
Harvey on the side couldn't react in time and hurriedly chased after him.
Fortunately, Milito ran out of the penalty area, stopped the ball with his chest, and pushed it to Harvey who came back to receive the ball.
However, Harvey did not immediately launch an attack after receiving the ball. He stepped on the ball, turned around, looked at his fallen teammates from a distance, and kicked the ball straight out of the sideline.
When the whistle sounded, Barcelona's team doctor rushed into the field immediately and ran towards Yaya Toure who fell to the ground.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong was breathing heavily, putting all his weight on his left leg, tapping the toes of his right foot, and looking calmly at the Ivorian man in front of him.
Although his entire right leg was constantly shaking due to the opponent's foot, Wang Xiaodong looked more like the "winning" side compared to Yaya Toure who fell to the ground.
"DONG, how are you?"
"DONG, are you okay?"
The teammates hurriedly ran forward and asked worriedly.
Ignoring his teammates, Wang Xiaodong slammed the sole of his right foot on the ground in front of everyone.
The numb soles of the feet were like a power source, and the "current" suddenly ran through the entire right leg.
Wang Xiaodong gritted his teeth and allowed the numbing feeling to spread throughout his legs and then slowly dissipate.
Then, Wang Xiaodong slowly turned his ankle and found nothing wrong.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong resisting paralysis in such a manly way, both Lennon and Bell couldn't help but tremble.
Looking at Yaya Toure who fell to the ground and screamed, Valdez in front of the goal line couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine.
"NND, what kind of guy did I offend?"
