Ouch, ouch~~·
Yaya Toure was still moaning on the ground.
It is hard for people to imagine the scene of such a black man lying hard on the ground and moaning, but today he was really shocked.
But when I turned around and looked at the appearance of the person who caused all this, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.
Wang Xiaodong, who is as tall as Yaya Toure, tapped his toes on the ground and kept adjusting his numb right leg.
His strong chest surged with his breathing, looking so strong and mighty.
His slightly stubbled appearance is enough for many people to ignore his age.
"DONG is still so reliable." Mourinho praised with a smile in the stands.
"Wang Xiaodong will have nothing to do with this kick against the opponent's strong midfielder!" He Wei was also amazed.
"Wow, is DONG so strong now? I have to enjoy myself after the game." Vivian's eyes gleamed.
"Asshole! It turns out he didn't try his best these few times..." The little witch's cheeks were also blushing.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong "knocking down" the strongest guy in the opponent's camp in the most manly way right from the start, the fans in the stands were excited.
Barcelona pigs, this is not Camp Nou, this is White Hart Lane! ! !
The longer Yaya Toure takes to recover, the longer the fans will cheer.
...
Fortunately, it was just a simple confrontation of feet. The ankles of both sides did not directly collide with each other, and there was a ball in the middle.
So Yaya Toure stood up and returned to the game with the help of the team doctor.
However, the next game became a nightmare for Yaya Toure and even Barcelona's entire midfield.
In the first 20 minutes, Wang Xiaodong had no other shots except the lob shot from 40 meters away.
It's not that he didn't have a chance to shoot, but that he tried his best to grab every second shot and "kicked" the opponent down with his feet.
Even if the opponent didn't make a move in the last step, Wang Xiaodong would not close his foot, but would let his outstretched foot hit the surface of the ball hard.
In this way, you will either successfully hit the opponent's foot, kick the ball away, or kick the ball directly to the opponent.
Among them are Xavi and Inesta's deft avoidance, and Messi's quick step to hook the ball away; but more of them are the real opponents of Yaya Toure and Puyol, mixed with "accidental" Deco was pinched in the side.
After all, the former is a minority, but once the latter happens, the game will be stopped by the referee's whistle.
With Barcelona players constantly falling to the ground for repairs, the first 20 minutes of the game were cut to pieces.
Seeing such a scene, Tottenham were not in any hurry.
As the saying goes, sharpening the knife will never make you chop wood.
When we, DONG, knock you out of the midfield, you can be manipulated as much as you like, don't you still have to listen to us?
Rijkaard naturally understands this truth.
But apart from being anxious, he had no clue about such a "conspiracy".
Wang Xiaodong didn't commit a foul, he just tried his best every time he grabbed the ball.
Look at Messi, he hooked the ball early that time, causing Wang Xiaodong's swung leg to hit the air, almost giving him cramps.
If all Barcelona players have such a fast footwork like Messi, then Wang Xiaodong can make a fool of himself every time.
But in fact, as midfielders, Xavi, Deco and Yaya Toure are the players who have the most frequent contact with Wang Xiaodong, with single midfielder Yaya Toure the most.
Just looking at Barcelona's lineup, Yaya Toure, who is a single defensive midfielder, is tall and powerful, like a dark iron pillar; but now in front of Wang Xiaodong's stainless steel rod, Yaya Toure keeps falling rust from his body.
Seeing Yaya Toure being knocked down by Wang Xiaodong again and again, Edmilson and Sylvinho, who were warming up on the sidelines, also started crossing themselves on their chests, hoping that the strong Ivorian man could last longer. Some.
Wang Xiaodong's move is simply too violent!
Every time he hits his foot, it's like rounding a giant hammer and hitting Barcelona's waist hard.
In the end, not only Wang Xiaodong, but other Tottenham players also participated.
If this "destruction" continues, Barcelona may really be cut in two by Tottenham!
...
"The game has been played for more than 20 minutes. The two sides fought fiercely, but there was no goal."
He Wei looked at the technical data of both sides displayed on the screen, "The two teams only had three shots in total, but the referee blew the whistle as many as five times."
"Tottenham is not a team that values possession, they are more focused on speed and counterattacks."
"Faced with Tottenham's rapid transition between offense and defense, Barcelona had to use frequent falls to slow down the opponent's attack."
"The Premier League is like this. It pays great attention to physical confrontation." Zhang Lu slowly pointed out the shortcomings in He Wei's comments. "It seems that Tottenham wants to use this kind of physical hardness to face the opponent head-on."
"It's not a good thing for Rijkaard."
"If the main players are extensively injured in this game, then there will be no need to play the Champions League final."
"Think about it, Barcelona can't even beat Villarreal without its main players, so what can they do to compete with Manchester United or Chelsea for the championship?"
"Tottenham's move is a conspiracy. They are sure that you want to preserve your strength and delay the game to win..."
At this moment, He Wei's eyes suddenly lit up, "Wang Xiaodong got rid of Deco!"
Wang Xiaodong gets rid of Deco?
Even Zhang Lu was stunned. The two were not at the same technical level in controlling the ball. Can Wang Xiaodong really get rid of the opponent with the ball?
On the screen, Wang Xiaodong was seen dribbling the ball forward, already two positions away from his opponent.
Deco seemed a little annoyed because he had just turned a 180-degree turn and accelerated in a retracement manner to catch up with Wang Xiaodong.
"Deco gave up the ball." He Wei explained.
"Modric's pass just now was a little too wide, but Deco didn't continue to intercept it."
"On the contrary, Wang Xiaodong moved the ball with his right foot and passed it behind Deco, so Deco had to turn around and chase him."
He Wei's voice was filled with joy.
Wang Xiaodong's kick fully reflects his football intelligence.
You thought I was still playing against you, but in fact I just pushed the ball lightly and let it go.
Deco's sudden loss of position caused a hole in Barcelona's defense to be quickly torn out by Wang Xiaodong.
No matter what the situation is, this is how smart people play football.
Facing Yaya Toure's replacement, Wang Xiaodong did not force the ball this time.
With a flick of his left foot, he pushed the ball towards Modric who was in the center.
The Croatian showed no signs of starting immediately after receiving the ball. He just pulled the ball sideways and protected it in front of him.
Seems to be looking for new passing targets.
However, Deco, who followed the ball behind Modric, immediately judged his intention, because he often did this in the frontcourt.
"He's going to cheat for a free kick!"
But it was impossible for Deco to stop himself. The distance of half a meter was not enough to slow him down.
After being hit by Deco, Modric fell to the ground.
This is also a physical confrontation tactic!
"Tottenham's free kick!" The congratulatory committee was very excited. "Deco was not very fast just now, but Modric still took a free kick!"
"The free-kick is in a very good position."
"Perfect for one-kick goals."
"About 30 meters from the goal..." He Wei analyzed bit by bit, "Wang Xiaodong's shooting accuracy is very high from this distance, but Valdez is not a vegetarian. He has enough time to make a save."
"But if Wang Xiaodong hits another world wave, there is actually no difference between the distance of 20 meters and 30 meters..."
At this moment, countless people are focusing on the ball.
When Wang Xiaodong was seen placing the ball and slowly retreating, a uniform roar came from the home team's stands.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
Every time Wang Xiaodong took a step back, the fans roared; every time the fans roared, Wang Xiaodong also took a step back.
This retreat that stuck to the beat of the drum made the Barcelona generals tremble with fear. Even when facing Roberto Carlos's free kick, these players had never been so trembling.
It wasn't until Wang Xiaodong retreated ten meters away that he slowly stood still and looked at the row of human walls in front of him and the densely packed players in the penalty area.
After taking a deep breath, He Wei's voice suddenly rose.
"Wang Xiaodong takes a run..."
"accelerate..."
"Straight shot!!!"
The instep of his right foot was slapped directly behind the ball. The pulled ball rose into the air and then suddenly dropped with irregular rotation, and its trajectory was erratic.
"Leaf ball?!" He Wei exclaimed.
Valdez on the goal line felt his scalp numb, as if there were ten thousand ants crawling around on the top of his head.
But at this moment, he couldn't use his hands to scratch the itch, because he was trying his best to control his body and fly towards the roaring ball!
"Valdes!"
He Wei growled, then turned into surprise.
"He actually saved Wang Xiaodong's Falling Leaf Slash!"
Spain's bald head fell heavily to the turf, his ribs aching.
But it didn't matter, because a smug feeling of joy arose in his heart.
ha!
I saved that guy's free kick!
However, when Valdez tried to get up from the ground, he found that he had no feeling at all in his right palm.
What?
how come?
Where is my right hand?
where? where?
The result of pushing hard was for Valdez to fall down in embarrassment again.
In his horrified eyes, a white figure suddenly rushed to the goal, crossed his feet and easily pushed the ball into the empty goal.
