Boom! ! !
A powerful and heavy long-range volley.
The ball jumped straight up in the air, but swayed left and right due to the strong airflow.
As the recognized successor of Buffon in current Italian football, Viviano's idol is actually Toldo.
The 1.93 meter Italian is almost invincible on the goal line. According to ImScouting's estimates, his worth is approximately 12 million euros.
This past season, many big clubs have been paying attention to him. Including Fiorentina, Inter Milan, Napoli, Palermo and Sampdoria.
Among them, Samp has planned to make a price for him, and the plan is Mirante plus some cash.
It’s also worth noting that Spurs were regularly linked with him last season as well.
For those fans who don't know Wang Xiaodong's whereabouts next season, there was a time when they thought he was Wang Xiaodong's teammate in the new season.
Since Tottenham are so "sincere", Viviano has naturally done some homework.
He has studied Wang Xiaodong's free kicks many times. Those long-range shots on the screen only left a white dotted line, and many famous players flew to save them.
But it wasn't until he really faced Wang Xiaodong's powerful bombing that he realized how fragile the goalkeeper who bore the brunt was.
If there is no defender in front of him to help intercept, such a shot is almost...
"I do not believe!!!"
At the last moment, Viviano kicked off his feet and flew forward.
At this moment, the Italian's adrenaline surged, and the whole world seemed to slow down in his consciousness.
One second, two seconds?
After an unknown amount of time, Viviano felt a pain in his right hand, as if his whole palm had been struck by a discus.
Pounced?
Viviano and many of his predecessors suffered from the same delusion.
"Uh-huh!"
The ball hit Viviano's palm and bounced less than two centimeters outward. Then it continued to move forward with great momentum and plunged into the net.
I know you can pounce!
But every one of my free kicks counts towards your save!
"The ball went in!!!"
He Wei imitated his master Huang Jianxiang and shouted into the microphone at the top of his lungs.
What's the impact?
What live broadcast accident?
I don’t care about that!
This is the knockout round of the Olympic Games!
The opponent is Italy, the last World Cup champion!
The Chinese team scored a goal, aren't I allowed to cheer?
"Wang Xiaodong's goal!"
"This is his fourth goal in the Olympics!"
“Currently ranking the top of the scorer list!!!”
This is a typical DONG heavy artillery.
Ignore the distance and ignore the goalkeeper.
Before scoring a goal, you have to break the opponent's goalkeeper's psychological defense.
Red flags fluttered in the Capital's Workers' Stadium and fans cheered everywhere.
1-0 Italy?
This score is like a dream!
In the stands, seeing Wang Xiaodong really score, Peng Jiuyang without saying a word, just pulled off his jacket and raised it above his head to cheer.
At this time, all the male fans around stopped watching the game.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, staring straight at the last rag on Peng Jiuyang's body, wishing to stick it directly to the other person's body.
"Quick, help me up!"
Three rows behind Zhan Jun sat an old man in his seventies. At this moment, he was struggling to stand up and kept shouting: "Everyone, everyone, get out of the way, don't, don't block, block me, watch the ball." !!!”
...
After the game restarted, Italy tried to suppress the game.
But with Wang Xiaodong in the midfield, how could he let it go as he wished?
Not only Wang Xiaodong, but Zheng Zhi and Zhao Xuri are also tough guys in the midfield.
In a head-on match, he is really not afraid of his opponent.
It wasn't until the 43rd minute that Montriveau used his ability to quickly break into the penalty area from the left and shoot an oblique shot from 18 yards, threatening Liu Zhenli's goal once.
At the end of the first half, Italy was still trailing 0-1.
In the second half, when the players from both sides reappeared on the court, fans could clearly feel the difference from the first half.
Mainly a matter of momentum!
As the champions of the last World Cup, even in the Olympics, this Italian team has some ambition.
But after playing for 45 minutes, not only was the ball possession rate 4 percentage points lower than the opponent, but the number of shots on goal was only a pitiful "1".
This is Italy. Even if their style of play is mainly defensive and counterattack, how can they still have the face to face the fans?
In the 53rd minute, Italy received a well-placed free kick.
However, although Rossi's force in taking the penalty was sufficient, the angle was not enough, which did not cause any trouble to Liu Zhenli.
Perhaps this free kick gave Italy confidence. Three minutes later, right back Motta rushed up and fired from the outside. The ball was caught within the goal frame and was saved by Liu Zhenli. Monteriveo rushed in front of the ball and shot a supplementary shot, and the ball went into the net.
However, before the Italians could celebrate their goal, the referee blew his whistle mercilessly.
The camera turned and the linesman was holding the yellow flag in his hand.
Offside!
Although he missed, Wang Xiaodong still strode to Li Weifeng.
"Back, back!"
Wang Xiaodong gestured, "No space can be left for them!"
Li Weifeng held his waist in place, looked at Wang Xiaodong seriously, and nodded.
Even though he is an overage player, Li Datou is like a good baby in front of Wang Xiaodong, listening to whatever is said.
To paraphrase Guo Degan's words, there is no big or small thing on the field, but there are rules off the field!
"And Brother Zheng, you have to follow closely! Lao Hao, I'm in the restricted area, you come in, come in!"
Wang Xiaodong called the names of several players in succession, and it was obvious that Italy's goal aroused Wang Xiaodong's great attention.
"Xiaodong is becoming more and more like a captain."
On the bench, Sun Jihai, who did not get a starting spot, grinned and praised Wang Xiaodong with his teammates.
It doesn't matter if you don't play well, it doesn't matter if you concede the ball, being able to grow in the game is the most important thing!
Since Wang Xiaodong's "outburst" this time, Italy has not had a similar opportunity again.
The two sides were playing back and forth and seemed to be at an impasse.
Both teams are slightly inferior in terms of offensive attributes, and are on the high side in terms of defensive attributes.
The coaches on both sides changed two people each, but they all fell into disgrace and did not make any waves.
It wasn't until the 74th minute that the game took a turn for the worse again.
The National Olympics took advantage of a backcourt steal and quickly launched a quick counterattack from the center.
After three passes and two downs, the ball rolled diagonally to the center circle.
Wang Xiaodong and Crischito were chasing the half-goal together, but the latter was obviously slower.
In desperation, Crischito had no choice but to shovel hard.
However, Wang Xiaodong jumped easily and avoided his opponent's body.
Under the interference of Crischito, the ball rolled towards the side.
Wang Xiaodong looked up after dodging Crischito. Zhu Ting, who had replaced him, had already crossed the center line and was chasing the ball quickly.
"Run, run!!!"
After Wang Xiaodong shouted twice at the top of his lungs, he rushed towards the Italian penalty area without looking back.
After receiving Wang Xiaodong's order, Zhu Ting, who caught up with the ball, rushed forward with the ball desperately, not daring to stop for a moment.
While carrying the ball, he raised his ears, waiting to receive Wang Xiaodong's next instruction.
However, after two or three attempts, new orders were not issued again.
Xiaodong, what should I do next?
bring?
sudden?
pass?
Or cum?
This is going to be a restricted area soon, I...
However, when Zhu Ting raised her head to observe the penalty area, her jaw dropped.
At this moment, there was no defender within five meters of his body.
However, Italy's only two defenders were crowded near the penalty spot, "unable to move."
this...
Upon seeing this, Zhu Ting did not hesitate and rushed directly into the penalty area.
Facing Zhu Ting alone, Viviano abandoned the door and made a last ditch effort.
As a member of the first team of Shide with Dong Fangzhuo and other teammates, Zhu Ting still has one-on-one skills.
Facing Viviano's attack, Zhu Ting swiped her right foot, and the ball swished into the goal from the side of Viviano's neck.
Seeing this result, the two Italian defenders "squeezing" in front of the penalty spot hugged the back of their heads and looked helpless.
"I scored!" This was Zhu Ting's first thought.
But before he could celebrate, a puzzling question appeared in his mind.
I remember when I caught up with the ball, there were obviously two Italian players coming back to defend.
Why didn't anyone come to guard me?
While celebrating, Zhu Ting raised her head and looked at the big screen.
I got the answer when I saw the replay of just taking the ball.
Good guy!
Starting from the midfield, Bochetti, who was chasing after, planned to get closer to Zhu Ting and press closely.
However, Wang Xiaodong, who was running with Zhu Ting, was like a moving Great Wall. The moment he came into contact with Bochetti, he was like a bulldozer, "pushing" him into the penalty area.
In the face of Wang Xiaodong's strong core strength, Bochetti was "pushed" forty or fifty meters until he collided with another teammate who was returning to defense near the penalty spot.
In this way, Wang Xiaodong single-handedly opened a bright road for Zhu Ting that leads directly to the door!
"It is said that Wang Xiaodong used to play rugby!"
He Wei said excitedly on the microphone, "He just turned into a guard, and Zhu Ting was like a running back!"
"The wonderful thing about Wang Xiaodong's goal is that he didn't even touch the ball, but he helped his teammates reduce the difficulty of scoring to 0!"
