After Bell scored, there was not much time left in the first half.
After a few kicks after the restart, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.
As Tottenham scored the go-ahead goal at the last moment of the first half, when the players came off the field, Bai Baihe fans cheered again in the stands.
"Did you see it? These are our Tottenham players. They are worthy of trust at all times!"
"Oh my God, today's Champions League final was so exciting. I didn't expect time to fly by so fast!"
"Yeah, three goals were scored in the first half. I bet there will be more in the second half!"
Fans are talking a lot. Whether they are leading or lagging, they all have confidence in their players.
The exciting confrontation in the first half alone was more exciting than most Champions League finals.
The Tottenham players put their arms around each other and returned to the locker room.
Martin Joel was the last to return to the room, with a look of relief on his face.
"How did it feel, lads, in the Champions League final?"
For these 20-year-olds in the locker room, the Champions League final is an absolute dream.
Anyone who can participate in such a world-famous final at around the age of 20 will have such an experience that they will brag about for a lifetime.
In a competition of this level, the team members will inevitably be nervous.
But when the players stepped onto the court and saw familiar faces on the opposite side, the nervousness disappeared without a trace.
The opponent is just Manchester United!
That team has faced an opponent many times in the league.
Yes, we couldn't beat them in the past few years.
But this past season, they were our losers!
What else is there to fear from such an opponent?
"It doesn't feel like anything." As the leader of the young players on the team, Bell pouted, "It's like playing in the league!"
Bell's answer resonated, and everyone started talking about this "league".
"Luka, how do you feel?" Martin Joel ignored the other players and focused on Modric.
"I don't feel anything." The Silver Horn King spread his hands. "Manchester United is indeed very strong, but we are familiar with him and have defeated them before."
"Facing such an opponent, I always believe that victory will belong to us!"
Hearing Modric's answer, other players in the locker room nodded involuntarily.
Yes, Manchester United is strong.
But it’s only so powerful!
Everyone is "half-measured", and no one can say that they can defeat the opponent completely!
"What about you, DONG?" Martin Joel glanced around again, finally focusing on Wang Xiaodong who was wiping his sweat.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong was supporting the wall with one hand, taking off his clothes completely.
In the first half, he was the player who "took the most care" of his opponent. Both his jersey and his shorts were covered with mud spots and shoe prints.
Coupled with the pulling of the opponent and the hooking of the spikes, there were already several big holes in the pants and socks.
Fortunately, he had a spare jersey, and Wang Xiaodong was planning to wipe himself clean and put on a dry jersey.
"Me? Me what?"
Wang Xiaodong was obviously not paying attention to the coach's question at the moment.
He raised his strong right leg in front of all the team members and wiped the sweat between his legs.
"Hey, Shet, DONG, put him away quickly!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's wild behavior, Martin Joel immediately waved his hand and turned his head away.
The other team members in the locker room also watched with amusement. They had long been accustomed to Wang Xiaodong playing with his belongings without any scruples.
Only Bell curled his lips and protested loudly.
"Hey, DONG, could you please take it back?"
"I know it's powerful, but we're still competing and there's no need for it here!"
Hearing Bell's protest, everyone else in the locker room covered their mouths and laughed.
Everyone was a man, and they all knew why Bell was the only one to protest.
"Okay! You're right, I shouldn't show it to you again." Wang Xiaodong whistled, took a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
After no longer feeling the hurt caused by the comparison, Bell closed his mouth and turned his face to one side.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong put away his weapon, Martin Joel asked again: "DONG, I'm asking you how you felt in the first half?"
Looking at the expectant eyes in the room, Wang Xiaodong patted his waist: "How do you feel? I haven't scored a goal yet, how do you feel?"
Seeing that the towel was once again pushed away by Wang Xiaodong's movement of raising a gun, his teammates pulled it over and covered Bell's head.
"Hey Gareth, don't look!"
"It's time to feel inferior again."
Bell was so angry and embarrassed that he tore the towel on his head with all his teeth and claws.
"Get out of here, get out of here! You bastards! Cough, cough, cough, DONG just used this noodle..."
Amid laughter, the Tottenham dressing room was filled with yearning for the championship.
The 15 minutes passed quickly, and the players walked out of the tunnel one after another and returned to the court.
When he walked to the plastic runway in the middle, Wang Xiaodong raised his eyebrows and saw a familiar figure.
Dong Fangzhuo hung a staff sign around his neck, carrying a box of mineral water, and walked diagonally in front of Wang Xiaodong.
"Hey, Brother Dong."
"Xiaodong, tsk tsk tsk, ugh~~~"
Dong Fangzhuo looked at the Spurs uniform on Wang Xiaodong, then looked down at the mineral water in his arms, filled with emotion.
This season in the FA Cup and League Cup, Dong Fangzhuo played many times for Manchester United and scored several goals.
But in the league and Champions League, King Dong has never been reused by Sir Alex Ferguson.
At the end of the season, Dong Fangzhuo was already thinking about leaving Manchester United.
Seeing Zheng Zhi playing the main role at Charlton, Dong Fangzhuo wondered whether he should also find a team at the bottom of the English Championship or Premier League to join.
Although those teams cannot compare with Manchester United, they still have a chance to play.
Manchester United is too competitive, and Dong Fangzhuo really feels a little weak.
Wang Xiaodong also knew that it was inappropriate to talk to Dong Fangzhuo at this moment. After the two greeted each other, they nodded and walked towards their respective goals.
Wang Dong has not been included in Manchester United's squad, but in Sir Alex Ferguson's view, Wang Dong still has some commercial influence.
If Manchester United can win the championship today, Wang Dong's jersey will definitely sell like hot cakes in China.
So at Sir Alex Ferguson's request, Dong Fangzhuo, wearing a staff sign, appeared on the Manchester United bench to help with some physical work.
Watching Wang Xiaodong walk into the stadium, Dong Fangzhuo said that he was not envious, which was definitely a lie.
...
The coaches of both sides did not make substitutions. After half-time, the players of both sides were once again in close combat.
Since Tottenham are temporarily in the lead, the players are more relaxed.
The Manchester United side obviously got some instructions from Sir Alex Ferguson. At the beginning of the second half, the two forwards went hand in hand and rushed into Tottenham's formation.
Just two minutes into the second half, Manchester United used a seemingly ordinary attack to tear open Tottenham's defense.
Evra assisted to the frontcourt and handed the ball to Ronaldo on the left wing.
After Ronaldo got the ball, he faced Wang Xiaodong who was coming to mark him. He quickly picked the ball inwards with his right foot and tried to cut inside.
However, when Wang Xiaodong was about to step forward to steal, Ronaldo sent his right foot forward and suddenly pushed towards the baseline.
This kick directly found Evra who rushed into the vacuum zone.
In front of the vertical line of the penalty area, Evra followed up and hit the ball to the back point.
The ball flew over most of the defenders in the air, and even Robinson looked at it with excitement.
"Evra spreads..."
"At a later time..."
"oops!"
"Hargreeves is a step too late!"
Hargreaves, who followed up, watched the ball slip away from his head. When he turned around and chased the ball flying to the sideline, it was already too late.
Seeing that such a good opportunity was not seized, there was a sigh from the stands.
Then Tottenham threw a foul ball and quickly formed a counterattack.
Wang Xiaodong pushed hard from the backcourt and found Lennon running in front of the right.
After getting the ball, Lennon wanted to lean towards the center, but his physical confrontation was too weak.
As soon as he took a step sideways, he was squeezed away by Ferdinand who was chasing after him.
In desperation, Lennon had no choice but to return to the original route and continue to dribble forward.
Tottenham counterattacked very quickly. At this time, there were only three Manchester United defenders and two Tottenham attackers in the shot.
The entire penalty area was empty, and Van der Sar was alone on the goal line looking nervously.
Seeing Lennon about to rush into the penalty area, Ferdinand quickly stretched his legs to block him.
But at this moment, the electric mouse's right foot clicked lightly.
Together with Vidic, two Manchester United players almost missed their waists.
"Lennon left foot!"
"Hey~~~!"
The left leg that was swung out hard did not catch the ball. Looking at the ball rising into the sky, Lennon's face was full of annoyance.
It seemed that they had lost their confidence, or they didn't pay attention to Manchester United's offense at all.
Three minutes later, Wang Xiaodong made a steal in the backcourt and quickly launched a fast break on the left wing.
The ball rolled against the ground and quickly found Modric at the top of Manchester United's center circle.
After Modric took the ball forward three times, when other Manchester United players were guessing his passing route, he suddenly took a kick.
Whoosh!
The ball was like an arrow piercing the clouds, grazing Manchester United's left post and flying out of bounds.
This time, Van der Sar's whole body had completely stretched out in the air, and then fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Seeing Modric's long shot, many Red Devils fans in the stands fell silent.
what happened?
Shouldn't the second half be a Manchester United onslaught?
Why are you playing so far, but Tottenham have missed two shots?
The bottom of the screen also just shows the comparison of the number of shots taken by the two teams. 17 to 7, Tottenham had 10 more shots than Manchester United!
Seeing this data, Sir Alex Ferguson chewed the gum in his mouth hard on the sidelines.
Shet, Tottenham are sure to hit you for a counterattack!
