"Oh! The game is over!" He Wei's voice was now hoarse, "After 90 minutes of fierce battle, the score is 4 to 1."
"The total score is 5 to 5, and neither side can do anything to defeat the other."
"The game went into overtime."
"The overtime rule of this Champions League is that no matter how many goals are scored in overtime, both sides must play for 30 minutes."
"If no goal is scored within 30 minutes, the game will go into overtime."
"But overall, overtime is more beneficial to the visiting team Barcelona."
"Because goals scored in overtime are also considered away goals, so even if the two sides score more goals in overtime and tie again, Barcelona will ultimately qualify and not enter a penalty shootout. "
"So in my opinion, Tottenham's focus in overtime should be more on defense."
"Director Zhang, what do you think?"
"You're right, hehe." Zhang Lu opened his mouth with his signature laugh.
"I didn't expect Tottenham to be so tenacious and drag the opponent into overtime."
"Such an ending may not have been expected by Barcelona."
"So the two teams are completely different in terms of momentum and confidence. I guess Martin Joel may let the players continue to work hard and continue to focus on offense until they defeat their opponents."
The players from both sides were replenishing water on the sidelines, and the coach also took the opportunity to lay out tactics.
They have to go on the field after replenishing water, so the players don't have much rest time at all.
"DONG, how are you?"
Bell limped to Wang Xiaodong's side with a concerned look on his face.
"Silly dick, take care of yourself first!"
Wang Xiaodong spit the water in his mouth onto the ground and slapped Bell on the buttocks.
As his muscles trembled, Bell's legs lost their balance and began to sway.
"Look at how weak your legs are, and you still have the nerve to talk to me?"
Hearing Wang Xiaodong's taunt, several teammates around him lowered their heads in shame.
Wang Xiaodong is right.
Compared with those players who have cramps, Wang Xiaodong is still doing well now.
...
"Okay, now the players from both sides are back on the court again, and what awaits them will be a 30-minute overtime."
While the players were walking towards the court, He Wei picked out a few important data and read them over.
"In these 90 minutes, the ratio of shots between the two sides was 17 to 21, and Tottenham was slightly inferior."
"However, the shots within the goal frame were 10 to 11, and the difference between the two sides was almost the same."
"And Tottenham scored four goals, while Barcelona only scored one."
"From this point of view, Tottenham is better able to seize opportunities."
"The ball possession ratio between the two sides is 43% and 57%, which is similar to the situation on the field."
"In terms of red and yellow cards, Tottenham received a total of 8 yellow cards, while Barcelona only received 3."
"The defensive pressure is basically on Tottenham's side."
"Oh, there is also Wang Xiaodong's personal data here."
"He committed as many as 14 fouls in the whole game and only received 1 yellow card. He grasped the referee's penalty scale very accurately."
"There were 6 shots in the game, 4 of which were within the goal frame. There were 0 goals and one assist."
"It is not difficult to see that Wang Xiaodong focused on defense in this game."
"In the last running distance, Wang Xiaodong ran 22.1 kilometers in 90 minutes, which is twice as much as ordinary athletes."
"Here is a popular science for everyone. The running distance of ordinary professional football players in 90 minutes is generally about 9,000-11,000 meters. Wang Xiaodong has exceeded the task in this game."
"From this point of view, Wang Xiaodong is equivalent to two players..."
"Oh, the game has begun."
"There were no changes in coaches on either side."
"It seems that they want to reserve the last substitution spot for players who really can't hold on..."
"Tottenham took the lead and Defoe handed the ball to Modric."
"Modric passes back."
“Spurs pressed hard.”
"There were several players running through midfield and it was..."
Before He Wei had time to check, Wang Xiaodong in front of the center circle stepped on the ball and looked ahead.
Eto'o seemed to have anticipated something and rushed over to grab it.
But it was still a step too late.
"Wang Xiaodong's long biography!"
"Bell!"
"The ball went directly into the Barcelona penalty area."
"There are six Tottenham players in the Barcelona penalty area at the moment."
"Bale header..."
"Ferry to the middle road..."
"Robbie Keane..."
"Eh???"
Amid He Wei's exclamation, the referee's whistle suddenly sounded on the court.
"The referee stopped the game, this is..."
"Penalty kick!"
"Penalty kick!!"
"Penalty kick!!!"
Seeing the referee pointing to the penalty spot, He Wei finally understood why his master Huang Jianxiang was so excited back then.
If it's just a goal, then just vent and celebrate the goal.
But penalty kicks are a little different.
In football common sense, the occurrence of a penalty kick generally means a goal.
After all, it is the easiest way to score a goal.
Especially in big games, penalty kicks often determine the life or death of a team.
Therefore, the occurrence of a penalty kick means that the team that gets the penalty kick is about to score.
In this way, fans will continue to keep their expectations on this final goal.
With the rapid release of dopamine and the build-up of anticipation, fans' emotions are even higher before the kicker kicks than after the goal is scored.
At this moment, Barcelona's penalty area is in chaos.
Even Puyol, who has the best temper, kept justifying himself to the referee, and you could even see his spitting behavior through the screen.
Bell fell to the ground with an innocent look on his face. Under the "reminders" of his teammates, he kept lying on the ground moaning and just couldn't stand up.
Through the slow-motion replay, when Bell just took off to break the top, Zambrotta made a pulling movement behind him.
It was this pull that caused Bell's center of gravity to lose balance when he fell, and he fell directly to the ground.
The referee awarded a penalty kick based on this situation. In fact, there is no controversy at all.
But what troubled Barcelona the most was that less than a minute into the overtime, they gave the opponent a penalty kick.
Who is feeling happy about this?
After more than a minute of debate and discussion between the referee and the linesman, the final penalty came into effect.
Seeing the referee starting to remove other irrelevant personnel from the penalty area, the Tottenham fans in the stands burst into cheers.
"The referee did not change his decision."
"Still under pressure, Tottenham was awarded a penalty kick."
"Who will take the penalty?"
"Is it Wang Xiaodong?"
When Wang Xiaodong's name was mentioned, He Wei couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
The name of the player who can be thought of with confidence and peace of mind in this situation must be the core of the team.
Wang Xiaodong obviously has this qualification.
Just as He Wei and Zhang Lu were discussing, a familiar shout came from the screen again.
The home team fans in the stands, led by someone unknown, began to chant Wang Xiaodong's name one after another.
"DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG!!!"
A series of shouts were like bursts of cannon fire, continuous and filling the entire stadium.
"DONG hasn't scored yet!"
"Yes, this ball should be played by DONG!"
"DONG is the most stable!"
"With his eyes closed, he could turn around and kick the ball in."
"If he doesn't kick the ball, who will kick it?"
The fans cheered one after another. After Bell got up, he eagerly hugged the ball and placed it in front of Wang Xiaodong with a flattering look on his face.
"DONG, it's up to you now."
Modric pinched his waist and stood aside.
Just like Wang Xiaodong's "dog legs".
But at this moment, he prides himself on being Wang Xiaodong's "adjutant".
The corners of his mouth were raised, just like the Silver-Horned King who had just locked Sun Wukong in a gourd.
Bell was unhappy at first sight.
NN's, it was obviously a penalty kick that I fought for. Why do you, this guy, get the limelight?
In Bale's view, Modric is as annoying as the guy who advocated that men are AA and women are free of charge after dinner.
"Then I will do my part."
Wang Xiaodong did not refuse, took the ball and pushed away everyone, reaching the penalty spot.
At this time, everyone except Valdez has exited the penalty area.
But looking at Valdez's performance, this guy didn't want Wang Xiaodong to take the punishment at all.
Wang Xiaodong put the ball on the penalty spot, but Valdes was still talking to the referee in Spanish.
The referee didn't understand either and could only point to the goal line and ask him to get back quickly.
After Wang Xiaodong placed the ball, he just stood there, quietly watching the Spaniard's farce.
Perhaps sensing that Wang Xiaodong was looking at him like a clown, Valdez finally cursed and retreated to the goal line, shut up and stood still.
Seeing that Valdes was finally honest, the referee took a deep breath and put the whistle in his mouth.
At this moment, Valdez stretched out his left foot, moved his body a step to the left, then stretched out his left hand and pointed to the left.
Judging from his facial expressions and movements, it seemed as if he was telling Wang Xiaodong to rush here.
For things like penalty kicks, the psychological game between the goalkeeper and the penalty taker is very important.
Although penalty kicks are easy to score, for those who are not strong in counter-pressure ability, it is easy to be interfered by opponents.
After witnessing Wang Xiaodong's two famous weird penalty kicks before, Valdes chose to take the initiative this time.
He first pointed the direction to Wang Xiaodong and told him which side he wanted to attack.
In this way, the pressure and doubts will be transferred to Wang Xiaodong's side.
Regardless of whether he was deceived or not, Wang Xiaodong had to think about it in his head whenever he listened to the other party's "instructions."
But this process of "wasting" brain cells is likely to affect the quality of the penalty kick.
Everyone at the scene was stunned when they saw Valdez's finger.
"Hey, Valdez looked so confident that he even pointed a direction to Wang Xiaodong."
He Wei was also amazed.
"The most important thing is that Wang Xiaodong nodded."
"This is interesting."
What Valdes didn't expect was that Wang Xiaodong smiled slightly and nodded.
The understatement of the action once again threw back the pressure.
Okay, if you give me direction, I will accept it openly.
As for whether you believe it or not, that’s your business!
"Hehe, Wang Xiaodong's head is really smart." Zhang Lu also laughed.
"Beep!"
The whistle sounded.
Everyone tensed up and watched everything in front of the penalty spot.
This time, Wang Xiaodong did not lift his legs or turn his back.
Instead, he slowly took three or four steps back like an ordinary player, leaving a normal approach distance.
After hearing the whistle, Wang Xiaodong neither raised his head to look at the door nor hesitated, but directly chose to run.
In desperation, Valdez had no choice but to keep an eye on Wang Xiaodong's footsteps, counting his pace, and trying to predict in advance.
step...
Two steps...
Three steps...
Shoot!
Eh? ? ?
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's right leg stretched out, Valdez's expression froze.
He stood there stunned.
As Wang Xiaodong raised his right leg high, the ball had already scraped the turf and flew into the goal.
what 's wrong?
Valdes was stunned, but the fans didn't care.
They didn't care how Wang Xiaodong kicked the ball into the goal, they only cared about whether the ball was scored in the end.
When they saw the referee blowing the whistle and pointing his finger in the circle, all the fans in the stands jumped high again and roared from the bottom of their hearts!
"DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG!!!"
