"It's too fast, it's too fast, it's all in one go!"
Huang Jianxiang exclaimed repeatedly.
"Wang Xiaodong staged a long-distance run at the last moment of the game. No one on this court can stop him!",
Seeing Wang Xiaodong running across half of the stadium alone, passing Reina, and succeeding in an empty goal, the hearts of all Tottenham fans around the world were jumping to the extreme.
After scoring the goal, Wang Xiaodong ran a few steps towards the corner kick area, then knelt down and made three scratches on his knees.
In front of the camera, Wang Xiaodong knelt on the spot.
He tilted his head as if he was in trance.
Seeing this scene, the fans in the stands burst into even louder cheers.
"Isn't this Henry's most classic kneeling celebration back then?"
"Ah hahahahaha, we have a king too, we have a king too!"
"DONG is the King of White Hart Lane!!!"
It was like the fans burst out with the strongest shouts during the day, freezing this moment into eternity.
On the other side, the finished Manchester United generals gathered on the sidelines and listened to the news of the other side's game through the signal broadcast.
Everyone fell silent when they heard that Wang Xiaodong scored the winning goal at the last minute.
Giggs stamped his foot hard.
Rooney spat a national curse.
Ronaldo angrily threw the jacket in his hand to the ground.
Park Ji-sung covered his head with a look of regret.
Van der Sar covered his face and Ferdinand kicked the turf.
Dong Fangzhuo's eyes widened, and there was a hint of joy in his surprised expression.
The team of eleven people all showed the appearance of sentient beings.
Ferguson let out a long sigh, patted his players on the shoulders, and turned around to walk to the tunnel alone.
The league is over.
But United haven't lost yet.
God is fair.
God also gave Manchester United a chance.
Let them take the championship away from their opponents with their own hands!
But that was already ten days later.
...
“Glory, Glory, Tottenham Hotspur!
Glory belongs to Tottenham Hotspur!
Glory,Glory,TottenhamHotspur!
Glory belongs to Tottenham Hotspur!
Glory,Glory,TottenhamHotspur!
Glory belongs to Tottenham Hotspur!
Andthespursgomarchingon!
Tottenham march forward bravely! "
Amid the cheers of more than 20,000 Tottenham fans in the stands, the referee quickly blew the whistle to end the game.
At this moment, Martin Joel, together with all Tottenham staff and substitutes, rushed into the pitch and hugged every oncoming player.
How could Tottenham's generals not burst into tears when they were able to win at the last minute in a 10-on-11 match?
Looking at the Tottenham players crying in the camera, Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun both looked excited.
"Let us congratulate Tottenham Hotspur, congratulate Martin Joel, and congratulate Wang Xiaodong!"
“This is Tottenham’s first Premier League title in history, and this is also Tottenham’s first top-level league title in history!”
"At the same time, Tottenham have also become the fifth Premier League team to win the championship in the history of the Premier League!"
"Let us congratulate them once again!"
Ribbons and gold foil flew together, laughter and joy were of the same color, and the Tottenham players climbed onto the podium in anticipation of everyone.
Robbie Keane and Wang Xiaodong held the Premier League championship trophy in their hands, freezing this scene into eternity.
...
The next day, the news that Tottenham won the league championship for the first time spread throughout Europe, and all mainstream media were reporting on the coronation of the new king.
The game MVP, league MVP, and league golden boots were all won by Wang Xiaodong.
At the same time, Wang Xiaodong officially surpassed Andy Cole and Alan Shearer to become the league's top scorer with 35 league goals.
For a time, the news about Tottenham and Wang Xiaodong winning the championship as a midfielder and Chinese player spread overwhelmingly, and all fans were talking about it.
Some people call Tottenham's victory the Miracle at White Hart Lane, while others call Wang Xiaodong the "King of White Hart Lane".
Driven by Tottenham fans, the whole of London fell into a carnival night.
This carnival does not belong to Arsenal, nor does it belong to Chelsea, but to another team in North London wearing a white coat.
But while the fans were cheering enthusiastically, an attentive fan pointed to the photo in the center of the newspaper, frowned and asked: "Hey, Bobby, look, why does DONG look unhappy?"
"Unhappy? Where?"
"Look, his brows are furrowed. This is unscientific!"
In the center of the photo, Wang Xiaodong and Robbie Keane hold up the trophy together.
But if you look closely, you can see that although the corners of Wang Xiaodong's mouth are raised, his brows are slightly wrinkled together, as if he has something on his mind.
"Maybe it's because I was tired from the beating!" Bobby said as if he was taking it for granted.
"DONG is injured after all. Look, there are blood stains on DONG's forehead!"
"Plus we have one less person to fight, of course DONG will get tired!"
Bobby's explanation seemed to make sense, but the attentive fan was still uneasy.
"DONG...You're not sick, are you?"
...
More and more fans have discovered that Wang Xiaodong's expression is "abnormal", and speculation about Wang Xiaodong's physical condition has also been rumored as Tottenham won the championship.
Especially after the last Champions League semi-final, Wang Xiaodong was carried directly into the hospital sideways.
This time Wang Xiaodong's "abnormal" performance throughout the game instantly aroused the speculation of countless fans.
This kind of news is the favorite of the gossip media.
Under their irresponsible reporting, news of Wang Xiaodong's "sickness" spread like wildfire.
In the end, even "Sky Sports" came forward and speculated on this.
"Looking at the entire game, DONG's performance was very abnormal..."
"There were many times where he missed the ball that should have been earned..."
"Especially when he won the cup at the end, he didn't show a cheerful smile. This not only made us wonder whether he was trying his best to hide something..."
As these gossips fermented, even Raiola couldn't sit still.
On the evening of the second day after Tottenham won the championship, Raiola knocked on the door of Wang Xiaodong's apartment with a stack of newspapers under his arm.
"DONG you...uh...are you Emma?"
"Hello, I am DONG's agent."
"Is DONG at home?"
Seeing that it was the little witch who opened the door, Raiola temporarily put away his anxious mood and asked gentlemanly.
"Mr. Mino, DONG is at home...but DONG's condition is not very good, he..."
"What's wrong with him?" Raiola's ears perked up when he heard the question was about Wang Xiaodong.
"Well, you'd better go and see for yourself."
The little witch turned sideways and let Raiola in.
Round Nose quickly put his feet into the slippers handed over by the little witch, and ran into the bedroom in a few steps.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wang Xiaodong, who had an unshaven face, sunken eyes, and a pale face, sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard with his hands.
"DONG..."
Before Raiola could speak, Wang Xiaodong opened his mouth first.
"Mr. Mino? You came just in time. I have a plan now and I need you to help me realize it."
"DONG, please sit down first and speak slowly."
Raiola quickly pushed Wang Xiaodong back to the chair and pushed the water on the table in front of him.
"Drink some water first...DONG, what's wrong with you? How come you're like this after not seeing me for two days? If you need my help, just tell me."
Wang Xiaodong waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.
"Mr. Mino, I need you to help me 'donate' this Premier League championship, and also, in my name, donate one million pounds back to my country..."
"You want to do charity? That's no problem! But how can you 'donate' even the championship? I'm afraid it's inappropriate!"
"No! There's nothing wrong with it!" Wang Xiaodong slapped the table, and his sunken eyes immediately radiated with countless rays of light. "Not only do I want to 'donate' the Premier League championship, I also want to 'donate' the Champions League championship in advance!"
"Wait, DONG, why are you crazy?"
Raiola was even more shocked when he saw Wang Xiaodong trying to promise something that didn't happen.
"DONG, tell me, what happened?"
After hearing Raiola's question again, Wang Xiaodong's eyes turned red and he flicked the computer screen on the table towards Raiola.
In the center of the screen, there is a bright red five-star red flag.
Surrounding the red flag are Chinese characters that Raiola cannot understand.
"DONG, this is..."
Wang Xiaodong hoarse, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "On the day of winning the championship, there was an earthquake..."
