"Xavi rushes in with the ball!"
"DONG stretched out his kick from his side..."
"Deco took the ball away again..."
"DONG catch up and then break..."
"Deco protects the ball..."
"Pass the ball back to Yaya Toure who came up to take over..."
"Cross!"
"Eto'o!"
"Gee, Woodgate is faster."
After 10 minutes of playing in the second half, Woodgate replaced Ledley King, the deputy deputy of the old team.
There was no way, even if Wang Xiaodong took the lead in the charge, the physical strength of the other team members was still far behind.
In desperation, Martin Joel had to make the first substitution.
Fortunately, Woodgate had been warming up on the sidelines for a long time and did not show any mistakes such as stage fright or insufficient warm-up after taking the field.
Of course, Barcelona's passing control is still sharp.
In fact, Barcelona under Rijkaard is not focused on passing and controlling. After all, there are assault forwards such as Eto'o and Henry.
But facing a team like Tottenham that has poor ball control ability, the passing and controlling cooperation between Xavi, Iniesta, Messi and others can be shown without tactics.
In fact, not only Mourinho was following the game from the stands, but a guy named Guardiola was also taking notes in the crowd.
As a disciple of Louis van Gaal, Guardiola is gradually losing his hair in exchange for coaching talent.
The powerful field control ability displayed by the three Habaimei made his eyes shine.
He suddenly felt that if he returned to coach at his old club, he would definitely be able to realize his ideals and ambitions.
Habermei, no matter which team these three are placed on, they will become the main force of that team.
Now that the three of them are together, even if they are coached by a fool, they are guaranteed to qualify for the Champions League.
What's more, there are strong players like Puyol, Yaya Toure, and Eto'o. If Barcelona can lose, it will definitely be the coach's fault!
Now, it depends on whether Tottenham can put the blame on Rijkaard's head at their home court.
...
After more than 60 minutes of play, the competition between the two sides has reached a fever pitch.
Every Tottenham team member worked so hard because they saw that Wang Xiaodong was almost burning his own blood and running continuously.
At this point in the game, except for goalkeeper Robinson, the newly replaced Woodgate and forwards Robbie Keane and Berbatov, all other Tottenham players received a yellow card.
One hour is the critical point. After this time, Barcelona will have to slow down the overall attack speed, thereby delaying the frequency of the two teams staggering.
In Rijkaard's view, Barcelona's best strategy is to take the initiative to open up the situation, and the middle strategy is to drag the opponent into its own rhythm.
But the above two points were all crushed by Tottenham.
The last thing Rijkaard wanted to see was for the ball to start rolling back and forth in the Barcelona half.
Whether Barcelona controls the ball or Tottenham attacks, the last thing Rijkaard wants to see is that the ball cannot pass through the midfield.
But now it seems that Barcelona is beginning to be helpless.
"It's time!" Martin Joel waved his hand, pushed Defoe onto the field, and launched the latest instructions to his disciples: "Attack!!"
Tottenham's intention of replacing a forward with strong physical strength is just like Sima Zhao's heart, everyone knows it!
Rijkaard replaced Edmilson and Sylvinho in one breath, both of whom were defenders.
But after being oppressed for so long, how could Tottenham's counterattack be stopped by the opponent's two new players?
Regardless of the current lead, Tottenham are still one goal away!
After Tottenham attacked twice in a row, the cheetah Eto'o, who had never been on camera, suddenly started.
"grass!"
Seeing Eto'o speeding up, Wang Xiaodong cursed secretly.
Without any hesitation, Wang Xiaodong turned around and gave chase.
But how can a human outrun a cheetah?
Seeing Eto'o pulling him further and further away, Wang Xiaodong was still gritting his teeth and chasing after him.
"DONG, stop chasing, wuwu...DONG, stop chasing!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong staggering, almost tripping over his left leg and falling over his right leg, the little witch almost felt distressed.
She originally thought that this game would be like the previous Champions League games, with Wang Xiaodong killing everyone and saving Tottenham from the fire.
But now she found out how wrong she was.
Wang Xiaodong almost supported Tottenham's midfield alone and competed with the entire Barcelona midfield.
After fighting until now, they are still evenly matched!
Besides burning blood essence, is there any other way to do it?
"Ouch!" He Wei also exclaimed.
"Eto'o suddenly accelerated and chose to dribble the ball himself."
"Wang Xiaodong is still chasing, but it looks like it will be difficult to catch up..."
"Wang Xiaodong was a little relaxed just now..." Zhang Lu shook his head.
Even though Wang Xiaodong kept his nerves tense throughout the game, his opponent seized the opportunity even if he relaxed for that second.
"He may have forgotten that the person opposite was a cheetah, not a kitten." He Wei's voice was clear, "That's Eto'o!"
Eto'o ran continuously, not only completing the change of direction, but also easily dodged Boateng.
Seeing the ball approaching Tottenham's penalty area, only Woodgate and Chimbonda, who had just approached, were left in front of him.
"1V2..." He Wei muttered.
1V2?
For a striker, this is routine!
Not to mention a striker like Eto'o!
Seeing Eto'o about to rush into the penalty area, Woodgate could no longer stand still and immediately stepped forward to stick to the inside, squeezing his opponent outwards.
Chimbanda also came closer, ready to fill in at any time.
It's a pity that Eto'o not only has speed, but also strength, and even agility is not low!
While Woodgate was turning sideways, he suddenly twisted his shoulders and pushed his opponent aside.
Seeing this scene, Martin Joel's head almost exploded.
If Barcelona scores another goal, Tottenham will have to score at least two more goals to win.
Absolutely not!
Robinson was also starry-eyed and wanted to attack desperately.
But the next second, his right leg that he stepped forward was stopped, and his body was nailed to the goal line again.
"DONG!!!"
A roar of hope!
Seeing Eto'o swing his left foot, at the critical moment, Wang Xiaodong's figure suddenly rushed out from behind Woodgate.
His body was almost horizontal in the air, parallel to the ground.
The straight right leg is like the barrel of a tank, hard and thick.
Boom!
Under such desperate interception, Eto'o's shot hit Wang Xiaodong's toes and spun towards the goal.
Robinson pounced, but the ball bypassed his fingertips.
"Boom!"
There was a crisp sound.
Like the sound of nature.
But just as Robinson's heart returned to his stomach, two figures flashed in front of him.
There was a bang.
Eto'o's body hit Wang Xiaodong's back hard.
The cheetah took two steps back, staring at stars.
"DONG?"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's standing body, Robinson subconsciously called out.
"Relieve the siege, rescue the siege!"
Hearing Wang Xiaodong's roar, Chimbanda reacted, chased the ball that bounced back into the court, turned around and kicked it out.
"run!"
The shouts of teammates reached his ears.
Bell completed his turn while catching the ball, raised his head and saw his teammates in the front.
Due to Eto'o's sudden attack, Barcelona's midfielders were very advanced at this moment, creating a vacuum between them and the defense.
Defoe didn't even jump, he just used his chest to block Bell's long pass.
At the same time, he swept his left foot and swept the ball towards the center.
There, there is a mouse.
Electric mouse!
The ball dilated in Puyol's eyes, but the Lion's pupils were shrinking.
He felt a breeze blowing across his cheek, and when he stretched out his hand, he caught nothing.
Lennon, who was twisted to the extreme, left a phantom in place and appeared behind Puyol with the ball.
As soon as Valdes took a step, a black and white shadow suddenly passed by him.
Uh-huh!
The sound of the ball hitting the net came again.
There was another earthquake in the stands.
