"Overtime is over!"
"The two sides entered a brutal penalty shootout!"
"I think before the game almost no one would have thought it would end like this, right?"
"Director Zhang, what do you think of this?"
"Hey, the last time we saw a penalty shootout in the Champions League final was three years ago!"
Zhang Lu kept silent, but when he opened his mouth, he mentioned the sadness of all Milan fans.
Istanbul three years ago was a pain in the hearts of all Milanese.
Although they completed their revenge last year, the Miracle in Istanbul will remain in the hearts of fans forever.
All fans who watched that final knew that it was a soul-stirring game.
Milan and Liverpool each played good football for half of the game. In the end, the Red Army stubbornly tied the score and won the final championship with a penalty shootout.
Since then, there has been a curse in the Champions League: whoever touches the trophy before the game will lose the championship.
Although there is no player from Manchester United or Tottenham in this game, there must be a winner between them!
Players from both sides have retreated to the sidelines, waiting for the head coach's arrangements.
"Tevez, you take the first one, Belletti, you take the second one..."
Manchester United arranges the list and order of penalty kick players in an orderly manner. Since Sir Alex Ferguson is the most influential figure in the locker room, the players are basically taken aside by the assistant coach after hearing his arrangements and taught some "special" skills. .
On Tottenham's side, Martin Joel's team did not seem to have considered in advance that the winner would be decided through penalty kicks.
Waiting until overtime to arrange again was obviously a bit hasty.
"...Bell, you are second, then you are Luca, then you are Defoe, and Allen, you are sixth, do you understand?"
Even the sixth position has been filled with candidates, but the first and fifth positions are always vacant.
After Lennon's name was called, the arrangement of the players from seventh to eleventh was handed over to the assistant coach on the side.
In the end, only Robbie Keane and Wang Xiaodong remained.
Martin Joel scanned the faces of the two most trusted players one by one, and his eyes finally landed on Wang Xiaodong.
"DONG, which one do you plan to punish?"
The other positions have been arranged, and the implication of Martin Joel is to choose between the first and fifth positions.
Wang Xiaodong shrugged, "I'll kick whichever one is under more pressure!"
Hearing Wang Xiaodong's answer, Robbie Keane and Martin Joel both smiled.
This answer is too childish!
But after seeing Wang Xiaodong's firm gaze, the two of them closed their mouths at the same time.
"DONG, this is not a joke, I am seriously asking for your opinion. If you have any ideas, you can tell me..."
Before Martin Joel finished speaking, Wang Xiaodong shook his head: "My idea is just like that, whichever one is under more pressure belongs to me."
"What, don't you have confidence in me?" Robbie Keane laughed and cursed, then reached out and patted Wang Xiaodong on the shoulder.
"Captain, if you think you can do it, then you can choose first!"
Hearing Wang Xiaodong's backlash, Robbie Keane immediately agreed: "Okay, then I'll be the first one!"
"Keane, you..."
Before Martin Joel finished speaking, Wang Xiaodong immediately responded: "Okay, then I'll play the last one!"
"DONG, why don't you...Oh, okay, then let's do it!"
Martin Joel nodded, wrote the list, and handed it over to the assistant coach.
Looking at the back of the assistant coach in the rain, Robbie Keane suddenly said: "DONG, I know you are very confident, but there is one thing I have to remind you."
"What's up?"
"If you choose this pick, you may not have a chance to appear!"
Wang Xiaodong was stunned. He really hadn't thought of this just now.
"DONG, if you want to change now, you still have a chance."
"Forget it." Wang Xiaodong shook his head.
Looking at his teammates who were gearing up around him, Wang Xiaodong said softly: "I believe in you."
...
Five minutes passed quickly, and after the captains of both teams guessed coins, Manchester United took the lead in taking the penalty.
"Okay, now the coaches of both sides have arranged the players to take the penalty kick."
"Let's see who is the first Manchester United player to take the penalty."
"Okay, we can see that the first one to go to the penalty spot is Tevez!"
The Argentinian flipped his hair and stood firmly on the penalty spot.
He Wei's voice was a little excited, "Tevez takes a run!"
Amid the noise, Tevez steadily pushed the ball into the lower right corner of the goal, completely deceiving Robinson.
"The first person to appear on Tottenham's side is captain Robbie Keane!"
"Wow! This ball..."
"Van der Sar's judgment was correct, but he still couldn't get the ball into the net."
"Carrick!"
"The second player for Manchester United was Michael Carrick."
"He also fooled the goalie."
"The inside of his foot pushed a half-high ball. In fact, if Robinson's judgment is accurate, this ball is easy to save."
"The second player from Tottenham's side is youngster Gareth Bale."
"Lower right corner!"
"Fooled Van der Sar as well."
"Constantly score the penalty!"
All four goals in the first two rounds were hit, which gave both players some peace of mind.
No matter what, today's penalty kick seems to be relatively "easy".
"The third player to play for Manchester United is Ronaldinho."
"Cristiano Ronaldo missed a penalty against Chelsea in the semi-finals."
"Let's see how he performs!"
When He Wei was explaining, Ronaldo was standing in front of the ball.
He pinched his waist and lowered his head, not knowing where to look.
Think about it, for a young player to be on the scene of the penalty shootout in the Champions League final for the first time, even if the gods come, he will inevitably feel weak.
This time, Ronaldo stood in the camera for a long time. It wasn't until He Wei finished speaking that he started to move his legs.
However, just after running two steps, Ronaldo stopped.
He saw Robinson's tenacious gaze, showing no signs of moving ahead of time.
In desperation, Ronaldo's feint turned into a second run-up. When he stepped in front of the ball again and took a kick, the ball hit Robinson firmly in the face.
boom!
The sound of the ball hitting each other was like a muffled thunder, hitting the heart of young Ronaldinho.
The little Luosha, who was covering his head in fear, was stunned in place for a moment, not knowing what to do.
He wiped both sides of his chin with his hands, as if he wanted to wipe away the rain.
But his hair has long been messy, just like the missed penalty kick, which has become a reality.
"Cristiano Ronaldo's last pause did not disrupt Robinson's rhythm, but interfered with his own approach."
"Will this penalty be the game-changer?"
Amidst all the noise, Modric stepped up to the penalty spot.
This time, although Van der Sar touched the ball, it still did not prevent the ball from entering the net.
"Play a three-way."
"Modric played the ball really decisively."
"Van der Sar fell to the ground a little slower, but in the end he couldn't block it."
"The current score is 3 to 2!"
"Tottenham are one goal ahead!"
"If all the subsequent penalties are scored, Tottenham will be the final winner!"
"Wow!"
Amid He Wei's exclamations, Hargreeves kicked a high ball and hit the dead center of the goal steadily.
"It's so cool to dare to play a corner at this time!"
"It's Defoe who's coming out for Tottenham."
"Ouch!!!"
This is the first time He Wei has ouched.
In the slow-motion replay, Defoe's shot was firmly saved by Van der Sar, but the problem was that Defoe's shot was too powerful. After the ball hit Van der Sar's palm, it still hit the net. .
4 to 3.
The penalty shootout came to the decider.
"The last man to play for Manchester United was Nani."
"This is a young player born in 1986, who is from Portugal like Ronaldo."
"pretty!"
"Nani's shot missed the post and flew into the net, leaving the Red Devils with the last glimmer of hope."
After Nani scored, he turned around, lowered his head, and walked towards the midfield step by step.
He knew very well that his goal was only an "auxiliary".
If Manchester United wants to win the championship, it depends on whether the people on the opposite side can cooperate.
When he raised his head and saw the figure coming out of the white camp in the midfield, the longing that had originally risen sank to the bottom of the water again.
"Let me tell you, the protagonist is always the last one to appear!"
Listening to Wang Xiaodong's joking, Bale and Robbie Keane both joked behind him: "Hey, DONG, it's up to you!"
"DONG, if you score this goal, I will wash your socks for a year!"
"DONG, come on!"
Tottenham are full of confidence, but Manchester United is worried.
Wang Xiaodong, this disgusting guy, was actually assigned to be the fifth one to be punished!
Let’s take a closer look at his past penalty kick experiences. He either turned around and kicked with his back heel, stood still and swung his leg directly, or used his supporting foot to make a sneak attack...
In short, there is no formal punishment.
The most important thing is that those penalty kicks were not just friendly matches or practice matches, but also the knockout rounds of the Champions League.
Even in the knockout rounds of the Champions League, penalty points can be used in fancy ways. How strong is this person’s psychological quality?
Thinking of this, Ronaldo couldn't help but kneel to the ground, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look anymore.
The other Manchester United players stood shoulder to shoulder with their eyes averted.
They were all cursing Wang Xiaodong for not scoring the penalty kick, but rationally told themselves that even if Van der Sar saved the ball, he might not be able to prevent the ball from entering the net.
In front of the goal line, Van der Sar wiped the rain from his forehead with his shoulder.
He was a little discouraged.
It was clear that the two consecutive balls were in the right direction and made contact, but in the end they did not prevent the ball from entering the net.
Ordinary players can't stop it, let alone DONG!
Where is he going to kick?
How is he going to kick?
Recalling every detail of his fight with Wang Xiaodong, except for that mocking back-to-back shot, Van der Sar only has one unbearable memory left in his mind.
Farke!
This guy... is really unstoppable!
At the end of the day, Van der Sar felt a little discouraged.
Unless you use your chest to block Wang Xiaodong's shot, no matter whether it is your hands, feet, arms or legs, even if it touches the ball shot by Wang Xiaodong, it will be difficult to block it.
Hi!
The Dutch doorkeeper sighed.
Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven.
In that case, just leave it to fate...
Eh?
wrong!
Did that guy glance at the lower left corner just now?
Could it be that he is...
Recalling the look in Wang Xiaodong's eyes just now, the fire of victory in Van der Sar's heart was ignited again.
Van der Sar's judgment was correct.
Wang Xiaodong glanced at that and really wanted to aim and kick here.
Just now, Van der Sar hit the ball to the right for two consecutive balls. This time he kicked him in the opposite direction, so there should be no problem.
After settling his thoughts, Wang Xiaodong took a deep breath and began to run slowly.
Seeing that Wang Xiaodong on the screen didn't play any tricks this time, He Wei's heart was in his throat.
"Wang Xiaodong takes a run!!!"
Under the watchful eyes of more than 80,000 fans, Wang Xiaodong quickly started to run.
Just as he was about to stretch his legs, a raindrop suddenly hit Wang Xiaodong's eyelashes.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
The sudden raindrops were like a basin of cold water, pouring on Wang Xiaodong's heart.
For a moment, Wang Xiaodong's mind went blank.
Looking up, he saw a figure whose left leg slipped and kicked the penalty kick away.
This...this is me?
As soon as the thought flashed, Wang Xiaodong was already running to the ball.
no!
Never volley!
I stand firm.
But I can’t stand grass skating!
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaodong decisively removed most of the force from his right leg, thereby reducing the burden on the supporting leg.
The next second, the arch of his right foot gently hit the middle and back of the ball. The ball was knocked away and flew into the Manchester United gate like a "pee pot" player who couldn't shoot.
"Crack!!!"
The moment the ball hit the net, a bolt of lightning struck, lighting up the entire night sky.
Van der Sar's body fell to the ground, looking at the ball in the net, with disbelief written on his face.
"spoon!!!"
"It's a spoon!!!"
"Wang Xiaodong used a spoon to win the championship!!!"
