"Honey, look who I'm with now."
Looking at the MMS sent by the little witch, Wang Xiaodong looked doting on his face.
The little witch on the screen clings closely to her mother Tian Jing, with her head touching each other's chin. The two of them are as close as a son and a daughter.
If you have a good wife at home, what more can a husband ask for?
"Honey, you need to get a few more!"
"How many do you enter, and I will let you enter how many when you come back!"
Wang Xiaodong smiled when he saw the little witch's next provocative text message.
If this routine is followed, the little witch will be in terrible trouble!
Wang Xiaodong was really annoyed by the slutty moves made by the stickmen these days.
...
In the player tunnel, the international players could clearly feel the oppressive atmosphere in the Seoul Stadium.
The players on the opposite side peeked at the national players with malicious faces. Apparently, they had learned about the experiences of the national players through the news.
After walking out of the tunnel, many fans in the stands stood up immediately and shouted insults at the international players.
Just like zombies in doomsday movies, they want to eat the national players alive.
The international football players have been mentally prepared for this reaction from the opposing fans.
Looking at the lonely patch of red in the stands, the international players were determined to give their opponents a good look.
However, at this moment, the slogan raised by the Bangzi Stand nearby made Wang Xiaodong frown.
"Hey, DONG, did you see that? This is your girlfriend!"
These unscrupulous hooligans held up a poster of the little witch with a few words written in crooked Chinese: "Please XX me."
"Look, this is a DOG!"
While talking, someone stuck out his disgusting tongue and licked the poster from top to bottom.
Even after licking it, some people threw the poster on the ground and did something even more insulting.
"DONG, neither can your girlfriend! Look, there is a flat airport here."
"Does your country also have an airport?"
These fans don't understand Chinese, but they know that Wang Xiaodong understands English.
This endless curse made Wang Xiaodong's face instantly drop.
No harm to his wife and children.
These bastards have no lower limit!
Wang Xiaodong was really angry.
Originally, he wanted to teach them a lesson with a big victory, but now, I am afraid that a victory is no longer enough to calm Wang Xiaodong's anger.
Little thief!
I have restrained myself for a while. Are you afraid that you have forgotten where I started?
This time, Wang Xiaodong looked at the South Korean team members next to him as if he were looking at a group of dead people.
All martial arts?
joke!
I am from the Premier League.
There are more twists and turns on the court than you guys!
...
"Dear viewers in front of the TV, what we are watching now is the third round of Group B of the 2010 South Africa World Cup Asia Top 10, China VS South Korea."
"The Chinese team has won two games in the first two rounds and is currently at the top of the standings."
"South Korea, which has one game less, only has one point. If it wants to shorten the gap with us, it must win at home."
"The national football team arrived in Seoul three days before the start of the game for adaptive training, but these days the team members were harassed by South Korean extreme fans in the hotel, resulting in the team members not getting enough rest."
"For this reason, we have provided evidence and reported this situation to the AFC. We hope that we can get a fair treatment after the game."
"But in this real game, we can't give up easily."
"For this game, South Korea's head coach Heo Jung-moo recalled many overseas players, including Manchester United general Park Ji-sung."
"But these team members may not be enough in front of Wang Xiaodong."
"For Wang Xiaodong, who just scored a hat-trick in the Milan derby, these players are just second-rate opponents."
...
At the referee's whistle, South Korea took the lead.
"The chief referee of this game is from Iran. His name is Saipan Adams. He has refereed many Asian A-level events."
"At present, the Iranian team has one game less than South Korea and has only gained 1 point."
He Wei took advantage of the kick-off time to casually introduce a few sentences about the referee's life experience.
The implication is that even if South Korea plays at home, the referee from Iran will not take sides.
He even hopes to see the Chinese team and South Korea fight to the death.
Under the roar of the home fans, South Korea pressed forward across the board.
Since the Asian Cup and the Olympic Games, the voice of "Korean phobia" has become smaller and smaller, and the word is rarely heard in China.
Whenever the media wants to use this word to gain popularity, they must first weigh the anger of the fans.
For current fans, trying to make up for the past with this old neighbor is a top priority.
Therefore, facing the aggressive home team players, none of the national players flinched and hit them hard.
"For us, it is better to be conservative in this game." He Wei continued to "make suggestions" for the national football team.
"It's a point to get 1 point in an away game, and you can clearly see it when we first played. Many international players still have dark circles under their eyes. It's obvious that they haven't had a good rest in the past few days."
"I hope they can focus on their opponents on the field. Even if they don't score, holding on to a draw is still a victory."
"When we return to the home court, we will..."
Before the congratulatory committee could finish speaking, the South Korean players threw garlic at their feet and lost the ball.
Seeing the shift in offense and defense, He Wei immediately changed the topic.
"Now it's Li Weifeng who gets the ball and quickly finds Wang Xiaodong who turns around in the midfield to take over."
"Instructor Gao sent a 4132 formation for this game. Although Wang Xiaodong appeared in the position played by his club, he did not have any supporting teammates around him."
"This is a great test for Wang Xiaodong."
test?
nonexistent!
After getting the ball, Wang Xiaodong moved his body sideways and used brute force to squeeze away Li Qinglong beside him.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong being so domineering, the fans in the stands immediately started shouting.
But the next second, the noise of the fans stopped abruptly.
After Wang Xiaodong squeezed Li Qinglong away, he kicked out without hesitation.
That posture made it impossible for people to feel that he was passing the ball.
Since it's not a pass, then it's a shot?
Not a shot either!
How can anyone shoot from five or six meters in front of the arc in the backcourt?
Beckham can't shoot that far either!
Then he is...
Bang! ! !
The ball flew into the sky and attracted everyone's attention.
This is...
Before the fans could react, Wang Xiaodong took a kick and continued to jump forward. He jumped over Park Ji-sung who fell to the ground clutching his chest, stopped the ball with his chest, and ran forward without looking back.
Glancing at Park Ji-sung who fell to the ground behind him, Saipan only glanced at him and immediately followed Wang Xiaodong's footsteps.
There is nothing wrong with this ball!
The offensive team is still attacking, so the game should continue.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong dribbling the ball through the midfield, the South Korean players who reacted hurriedly surrounded him.
Li Zhengxiu, who was diagonally in front of Wang Xiaodong, had a ferocious face, counting the steps of the two of them, and had already made up his mind to launch a flying shovel aimed at the person.
However, Wang Xiaodong's reaction was faster.
After sensing Li Zhengxiu's intention, Wang Xiaodong took another direct kick. The powerful and heavy ball came into close contact with Li Zhengxiu's face in an instant.
Phew~
Before he could even scream, Li Zhengxiu subconsciously covered his face and fell sideways on the court in the consciousness of self-protection in his brain.
After seeing this, the Bangzi fans in the stands were in an uproar.
One is okay, but two...
Did you do this on purpose?
Sebai stopped.
But it wasn't because he wanted to blow the whistle, the ball bounced into the air again.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong running towards the ball landing point again, Li Qinglong who was following him became completely anxious.
Two teammates fell to the ground in a row. If Wang Xiaodong got the ball again, wouldn't he have to continue?
Thinking of Wang Xiaodong's brute force in pushing him away just now, Li Qinglong gritted his teeth. At that moment, he really regarded himself as a green dragon and kicked him out of the air.
The outstretched legs were stretched tight to the toes, and all 16 spikes on the soles were aimed at Wang Xiaodong's waist.
Seeing this scene, both the Chinese fans in the stands and the audience in front of the TV took a breath.
Tian Jing and the little witch who were watching the live broadcast were also frightened and covered their eyes with their hands.
At the critical moment, Wang Xiaodong suddenly gave up control of the high-altitude ball as if he noticed something.
He ducked sideways and just missed Li Qinglong's flying kick.
Only then did Saipan remember the whistle in his mouth.
“Beep, beep beep beep beep!!!”
In an instant, all the South Korean players gathered around.
The leaders were blushing and rushed towards Wang Xiaodong immediately.
Li Genhao, who was the leader, raised his feet and pressed his forehead against Wang Xiaodong's, trying to drink him away.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
"Didn't you see that our team members were injured and fell to the ground?"
However, Wang Xiaodong did not flinch when he was surrounded, but directly puffed out his chest and glared at the opponent.
After the two sides were in a stalemate for a second, Jin Douxuan rushed over and stretched out his arm to push Wang Xiaodong's chest.
"Baby, you are so courageous!"
But he regretted it the next second.
Wang Xiaodong didn't move or say anything, and the referee happened to be watching this scene.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep!"
The referee's series of whistles are urging the Chinese players to come over and start a fight.
You may not have played football before, but these international players have never been afraid of anyone when it comes to booing and fighting.
Especially when he saw Wang Xiaodong being besieged, Zheng Zhi rushed over immediately and pulled Li Genhao away.
The ferocious look on his face made him want to instantly transform the other party into Zheng Zhizhi.
When the players from both sides protected the "protagonist" behind them, they immediately made his penalty.
When the yellow card was shown, the South Korean players were dumbfounded.
Li Qinglong raised his foot too high with the obvious intention of hurting others, so he received the first yellow card of the game.
Seeing this result, the South Korean players naturally gave up.
But the next second, Saipan directly showed a yellow card over Jin Douxuan's head, punishing him for using force against Wang Xiaodong in front of him.
This move once again aroused dissatisfaction among the South Korean players.
However, when both sides had the same number of players, South Korea obviously suffered a disadvantage.
After all, there are still two people lying on the ground, so the number of people is definitely not as large as that of the Chinese team.
In this way, under the escort of the Chinese team, Saipan easily escaped the encirclement of the South Korean players.
Seeing this, the stickmen had no choice but to check on the physical condition of Park Ji-sung and Lee Jung-soo.
"Don't worry, they can't do anything to you."
Taking advantage of the chaos, Wang Xiaodong approached referee Saipan and whispered in English.
Saipan didn't even turn his head, but his shaking eyes and twitching ear tips betrayed his heart.
"I can help the Iranian team advance." Wang Xiaodong whispered again.
"Because I am planning to completely destroy South Korea."
"Mr. Referee, there is no need to respond to me."
"Just like just now."
"Next, just watch my performance."
After saying all this, Wang Xiaodong ran away.
Saipan's eyes rolled around in his sockets, his face uncertain.
After treatment by the team doctor, both Park Ji-sung and Lee Jung-soo managed to stand up and returned to the court.
However, Park Ji-sung would occasionally cover his chest while running, while Lee Jung-soo had an extra hemostatic towel on his nostrils.
The game continues.
The South Korean players who received two yellow cards were furious. They wanted to kick the damn ball into the Chinese team's door immediately.
After the ball was kicked out quickly, it was passed to the frontcourt in two or three kicks.
At this moment, the South Korean players were on the offensive side, making great movements with their feet.
After a while, both Li Weifeng and Du Wei were kicked hard several times.
But the national players were not to be outdone. With Sun Xiang's desperate steals, they finally fought for the ball again.
"Xiaodong!"
Sun Xiang roared before falling to the ground and used his last strength to kick the ball to Wang Xiaodong.
Li Qinglong, who was furious, did not slow down when he saw this, but stepped directly past Sun Xiang.
The tender flesh around his waist was squeezed hard by his opponent's shoe spikes, and Sun Xiang almost vomited in pain.
However, this small movement did not attract the linesman's attention, because his eyes were already attracted to Wang Xiaodong in front of him.
After receiving the ball, Wang Xiaodong knocked his heel, turned around and strode forward to play the ball.
But the direction he was heading in was somewhat unexpected.
Why is Wang Xiaodong playing the ball diagonally?
Is he going to cross the court?
Just when the fans were confused, Wang Xiaodong, who had just reached the center circle, kicked out again.
Park Ji-sung, who was approaching him head-on, subconsciously locked his neck and jumped up into the air, but he was still suffocated.
This time it hit his right chest exactly like last time.
A strong feeling of suffocation came. Park Ji-sung fell to the ground, his mouth opened, but he couldn't feel any air intake.
It seemed as if at that moment both of his lungs stopped working.
I heard your name is Pu Sanfei?
joke!
You don’t even have a lung!
Wang Xiaodong's move this time confirmed his intention.
At this time, all the fans were sure that Wang Xiaodong was definitely kicking according to his opponent's body.
It has been more than a hundred years since football was founded, and there has never been such a phenomenon.
Can you really stifle your opponent with the ball?
If you do that, you're a fool!
Isn't that just exchanging ball rights?
It's just an air balloon made of artificial leather, and it can make people feel suffocated?
What a joke.
Therefore, no matter how the football rules have been changed in the past 100 years, there has never been a clause or regulation about the consequences of "deliberately boring people".
Except for the obvious, ultra-close-range, active smothering when the opponent loses the ability to move, FIFA will never believe that you can just suffocate the opponent every time from a distance of three or four meters.
Again.
You see the ball coming, don't you know how to hide it?
Wouldn't you use a place with stronger body defense to greet you?
It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Don’t tell me you don’t even have this instinct!
So when Park Ji-sung fell down again, even Saipan was surprised.
He recalled what Wang Xiaodong had said and gradually felt a chill running down his spine.
Looking at Park Ji-sung gasping for breath on the ground, a voice suddenly sounded in Saipan's heart.
"Don't worry about that stick. Stick is not a human being at all. He doesn't deserve your pity."
"Say yes to DONG. He is the Champions League champion and the last choice with the most Ballon d'Or awards."
"He will fulfill his promise..."
Thinking of this, two blood-red devil horns grew out of Saipan's ears.
The whistle did not sound and the game continued.
But until Li Qingyong desperately shoveled the ball out of bounds, Park Ji-sung did not get up again.
