"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
The visiting team's commentator's long groan still echoed in the commentary box, as if Barcelona had won the championship.
"Barcelona comes back!"
"2 to 1!"
"It was Leo who scored the goal, Mei~~~~xi!"
Thousands of visiting fans stood up the moment Messi scored and gave a huge cheer at White Hart Lane.
Before the little Messi took a few steps, he was overwhelmed by his teammates rushing behind him.
This is definitely an away goal worth thousands of dollars!
It not only tied the away goals between Barcelona and Tottenham, but also widened the point difference between the two teams to two goals.
And even if Tottenham scored two more goals, it would only be a tie.
This is definitely a blow to Tottenham who are working hard to fight back!
Faced with the condemnation from the home team fans, Messi and his Barcelona teammates showed no fear.
He ran along the sidelines and under the visitors' stands, waving to the fans.
Not only did they stop Tottenham's scoring momentum, but they also scored a goal.
The pressure of the game was once again on the home team.
Robin Xu got up and kicked the ball back to midfield.
Everyone at Tottenham sighed, and even Robbie Keane shook his head.
The game ended with 5 minutes left in the first half. I wanted to take advantage of the momentum to score another victory, but unexpectedly, Barcelona scored a goal.
This outcome discouraged the team members.
It's like a balloon that was finally inflated, but the air leaked because you didn't bite your cheeks tightly.
"What are you still watching? Come back to your position. Isn't the game over yet?"
Just when Bell was in a daze, Wang Xiaodong slapped him on the back of the neck.
"Shet, DONG..."
The back of his neck was slapped so hard that Bell almost bit his tongue in pain.
When he turned around and was about to get angry, he saw Wang Xiaodong's gloomy eyes and swallowed the words that came to his lips.
"What else do you want to say? Do you want me to kick you?"
Wang Xiaodong flew up with a kick, and Bell dodged. Without daring to say anything, he ran back to his position.
This trick was very effective in frightening the monkeys. Whether it was Modric, Lennon, or Boateng, these young people all shut their mouths and stood silently.
After seeing how quickly the Tottenham players adjusted their mood, the Barcelona generals also stopped celebrating, and a look of seriousness appeared on their faces again.
Bringing back a goal does not mean victory.
"Mouse, Great Sage, you two just run away."
Before kicking off, Wang Xiaodong gave a gentle reminder.
Lennon and Bale looked at each other in the distance, nodded, and retreated to the sideline.
"Beep!"
The whistle sounded and Tottenham kicked off from the center circle.
The ball was knocked back by Berba to Wang Xiaodong's feet. Wang Xiaodong stepped on the ball and looked forward, as if waiting for something.
Rijkaard narrowed his eyes and focused on Wang Xiaodong.
what are you up to?
Wang Xiaodong took a deep breath and stretched his legs.
Seeing this, Eto'o naturally did not dare to resist, and Wang Xiaodong shook him to one side.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong dribbling the ball forward, Rijkaard's assistant coach couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Ha, that kid isn't thinking about a dragon, is he?"
The moment Eto'o lost his position, Messi kicked his feet hard on the grass and rushed towards Wang Xiaodong.
He will be Barcelona's second line of defense.
Not only Messi, but also Xavi also surrounded Wang Xiaodong on the other side, but Wang Xiaodong had no intention of retreating.
"Messi is coming up."
"Can he break the ball at Wang Xiaodong's feet?" He Wei's voice rose to his throat.
Zhang Lu no longer wanted to have sex, and he was also eager to see what kind of counterattack Wang Xiaodong would make.
five meters...
Three meters...
one meter...
Just when the two were about to meet, Wang Xiaodong pushed with his right foot and passed the ball directly.
Seeing this result, He Wei sighed together with all the expectant fans.
"Hey, what was I expecting?"
After calming down, He Wei also laughed at himself.
Wang Xiaodong and Messi are completely different types of players. It is simply a fantasy to want him to become like Maradona and pass Messi who is so fast at the feet.
"Hey, Wang Xiaodong's approach is most in line with the actual situation." Zhang Lu kept nodding in praise.
In his opinion, a player who is not affected by the situation, is not eager for quick success, and does the right thing at the right time is a qualified football player.
If Wang Xiaodong had just been deceived by his opponent or the atmosphere on the court and used his ball-handling skills to beat Messi, that would be the last resort.
Even if you really get past the other party, it doesn't mean anything.
It may even delay your teammates.
The ball came to Modric's feet, and the Croatian began to control the rhythm of the attack.
At the same time, Wang Xiaodong did not choose to stop, but continued to move forward.
Modric's ball control and organizational skills are much better than Wang Xiaodong's. Deco still struggled to defend closely by himself. Fortunately, Yaya Toure kept pressing behind him, which prevented Modric from penetrating successfully.
During this period, Wang Xiaodong and Modric worked against the wall twice. The latter saw that there was no gap in the middle, so he handed the ball to Bell on the wing.
After charging forward for a while, Bell found that his forward path was blocked by his opponent. He had no choice but to turn around and pass the ball back to his teammates behind him.
This receiving team member is naturally Wang Xiaodong.
After Wang Xiaodong got the ball, he didn't stick to it. Instead, he turned around and pushed again behind him.
Center back Boateng stepped in, and when he caught the ball, he suddenly pushed it sideways and transferred the ball to the other side.
In this way, Tottenham's offense took a circle in Barcelona's half and then retreated on its own.
The ball was moved to the right wing and Lennon hurriedly dropped back to receive the ball.
"Stop him!"
Puyol yelled so much that Lennon was so frightened that he didn't even dare to turn around and gave the ball directly to Modric who came over to receive the ball.
Lennon's pass was inherently stumbling. When Modric received the ball, he was already close to Deco and Xavi and was about to lose the ball.
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came to his ears. Without saying a word, Modric tapped his heel and pushed the ball in the direction of the sound source.
Wang Xiaodong, who was still in front of the left wing just now, now ran back to the area on the right side of the middle road.
Three full minutes have passed since Tottenham kicked off again, but Wang Xiaodong has not stopped.
"DONG comes to respond."
"Breaking through the Barcelona defense."
"Keane also dropped deep into the half-space to help his teammates."
With Robbie Keane's deep support, the ball was not lost after all.
Facing Robbie Keane's counterattack, Wang Xiaodong's eyes flashed and he kicked the ball directly to the right.
Lennon had already run to the area intersecting with Milito. The electric mouse swayed its upper body and appeared on Milito's right side with the ball in the next second.
Um?
Straight angle?
Milito was shocked.
Think about it, a player who is dribbling the ball forward in a straight line takes only one second to turn 90 degrees to the left or right without losing the ball.
What a terrible way to pass someone by?
Not only does this require the knee supporting the foot to withstand huge turning forces in an instant, but the flexibility of the body must also be top-notch.
The faster you go forward, the harder it is to turn around.
Looking at Tottenham's lineup, only Lennon, the "electric mouse", can make such an incredible breakthrough.
Milito bet he was so focused just now that he could hear Lennon gasping and see the determination on his face.
But the next second, he only felt a cool breeze blowing past his face, and his heart felt confused.
How did this guy get there?
Milito reached out and tried to stop Lennon by tugging.
The feeling in his palm meant that he succeeded.
The electric mouse, whose knees were almost sprained, was just about to speed up when his opponent grabbed his jersey. He didn't dare to continue rushing forward.
At the critical moment, another flash of white appeared in his peripheral vision.
That was a figure he could always trust.
"DONG!"
Lennon stretched his right foot before falling to the ground, and the ball was pushed forward by his toes.
"Don't even think about it!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong suddenly spread his legs, Puyol, who was following from the side, also accelerated quickly.
In such a short distance, even if Wang Xiaodong's burst speed is not particularly fast, it is enough to change the rhythm and pass Puyol.
It was also unexpected that Wang Xiaodong would accelerate forward from this position, and Puyol ended up taking a step slower.
On the screen, Wang Xiaodong was seen taking the ball first, and then the Barcelona captain grabbed the jersey beside Wang Xiaodong with both hands, and threw all his weight and strength up.
He actually wanted to use this pull to achieve an emergency stop.
In other words, he hoped to use this tug to knock Wang Xiaodong directly to the edge of the penalty area.
But Wang Xiaodong is not a player with such a small stature as Lennon. Even with a lion on his body, he did not slow down his pace.
The smooth ball just now was a bit too big. At this moment, Wang Xiaodong continued to accelerate, chasing the ball rolling toward the baseline.
"Wang Xiaodong gets down..."
"This is rare!" He Wei also raised his voice and exclaimed.
Wang Xiaodong, who caught up with the ball in front of the baseline, had no intention of slowing down. After getting rid of Puyol, he hooked his right foot and rushed towards the goal along the baseline.
"Up, up, up!!!"
"DONG, cum, cum!"
"Fuck him!!!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong getting closer and closer to the goal, the fans' hearts rose to their throats.
Valdes clung to the near post, big beads of sweat flowing down his temples.
Don't look at how noisy he was before.
But the closer Wang Xiaodong got to him, the faster his breathing became.
He dared to attack Bell's single sword.
But if Wang Xiaodong stood in front of him alone, he might not dare to stride forward.
At this moment, how he wished that a teammate could come down from heaven and save him from the fire and water.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong getting closer and closer to the penalty area, Abidal had put his hands behind his back and stood between him and Valdes.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong tipped his toe, and the black and white ball flew up.
"Cumshot?!"
At this moment, everyone was frozen in place.
Valdes opened his mouth wide in surprise, raised his head, and twisted his neck laterally with the ball.
When he turned around completely, Monkey King was stepping on a somersault cloud and sending the ball into the net with his forehead.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!”
The long voice of the on-site commentator sounded, and the fourth official, holding "2" high, looked forward in confusion on the sidelines.
He followed his duty and showed the stoppage time card.
But it doesn't seem to be on.
