Who is Park Ji-sung? In Bangzi terms, he is a Manchester United star.
But at this moment, their Manchester United legend was put on a respirator and taken off the field because he couldn't breathe.
Xu Dingmao looked at Park Ji-sung who was rolling his eyes on the ground with a look of disbelief. He still can't believe what he is seeing.
Is this really the one who can't die in the Premier League?
Are you so old?
When you come back and your feet are stifled, it won't work anymore?
Out of breath?
So should I replace him?
Xu Dingmao's eyes were filled with uncertainty.
Park Ji-sung not only plays a technical and tactical role on the court, but also is the "number one" who can compete with Wang Xiaodong in terms of reputation.
Less than 10 minutes after the whistle started, Park Ji-sung left the field due to injury.
Isn’t this too unreasonable?
There was a lot of swearing on and off the court, but these curse words did not help Xu Dingmao make a decision, nor did they help him change the situation.
However, just when Xu Dingmao was hesitant, the referee's whistle sounded again.
Seeing Li Qinglong who kept calling to the sidelines, Xu Dingmao's heart sank to the bottom.
He seemed to understand what the Chinese team on the opposite side was going to do.
This time the team doctor hurriedly ran onto the field and hurriedly carried off a South Korean player.
It's Kim Doo Hyun.
The stick that Wang Xiaodong had pushed before but didn't push.
At this moment, his eyes were closed tightly, but the tip of his tongue appeared on the edge of his lips.
"He was temporarily unconscious."
The team doctor said as he took out a small medicine bottle and placed it under Jin Douxuan's nostril.
After taking a sip of the gas in the vial, Jin Douxuan shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.
"Team doctor? Coach?"
"I...where am I?"
The team doctor looked at Xu Dingmao and stretched out two fingers in front of him, "What is this?"
"two..."
The moment Kim Doo-hyun said "2", the team doctor suddenly pulled out the third finger.
"Why did you become 3 again?"
The team doctor looked back at Xu Dingmao again, and Xu Dingmao nodded.
Kim Doo-hyun also knew that the team doctor was temporarily changed, which meant that there was no big problem with his consciousness.
"Thank you for your hard work, Douxuan. Please complete your mission on the field!"
Xu Dingmao waved his hand and "bombed" Jin Douxuan back to the court.
"Eh?"
"South Korea has changed its people."
"In the 9th minute of the game, South Korea's head coach Heo Jung-moo replaced Park Ji-sung and replaced him with Song Jong-kook."
"Substitution so early, it seems Park Ji-sung must be in trouble."
"Let's look at the scene again. Wang Xiaodong's kick hit Park Ji-sung's chest accurately, exactly the same as the first kick..."
Although the game only lasted 10 minutes, everyone knew that this game would not end well.
In front of the TV, Balotelli, who was afraid of chaos, held popcorn and cheered loudly for Wang Xiaodong.
"Hey, DONG, good job, kill those sticks!"
In the days after Wang Xiaodong left, Balotelli, under the persuasion of his teammates, made a girlfriend who was about the same age as him.
Currently, this girlfriend works in a TV station, and the two of them are inseparable.
...
After the game restarted, South Korea's offense slowed down significantly.
All the balls were passed away from Wang Xiaodong, and all attacks were passed around Wang Xiaodong's side.
Even if the fighter plane is delayed, the transfer must be carried out.
In this case, how can the ball be controlled all the time?
Finally, the ball was passed again and was stepped on by Wang Xiaodong.
Just like before, Wang Xiaodong, who got the ball, went straight to Jin Douxuan.
The two were seven or eight meters apart. After seeing Wang Xiaodong swinging his legs, Jin Douxuan subconsciously raised his arms to protect his face and head.
A second later, the imaginary sound of breaking through the air did not ring in my ears, and there was no touch on my arm.
Confused, Jin Douxuan subconsciously lowered his guard and just put down his arm to take a look at what was going on. The black and white ball instantly made close contact with the bridge of his nose.
Bang!
A splash of blood spattered, and Jin Douxuan fell to the ground.
Seeing another teammate fall to the ground, the furious South Korean players once again swarmed towards Wang Xiaodong.
Seeing his opponent's fury, Wang Xiaodong did not push the ball further this time, but kicked the ball out of bounds.
Upon seeing this, the referee quickly blew his whistle and signaled other Chinese players to step forward and "protect" Wang Xiaodong.
Three minutes later, South Korea once again chose to make substitutions.
Several camera screens were always facing Kim Doo-hyun, who was being carried out of the stadium on a stretcher, and several other camera lenses focused on the face of Kim Chi-woo, who had a serious face and was waiting to play.
At this moment, he was like a soldier about to go to the battlefield, or a member of the death squad.
"South Korea has changed its people again."
"This time it's another injury."
"Wang Xiaodong kicked Jin Douxuan on the bridge of the nose."
"It seems that Kim Doo-hyun's consciousness is not very good."
He Wei's voice was a little low.
As a CCTV commentator, his conscience told him that he did not quite agree with Wang Xiaodong's actions.
But for some reason, there was always a kind of ecstasy welling up in his heart, which was strongly suppressed by the rationality he had accumulated over the years.
He Wei thought: Maybe I'm not the only one who has this idea...
When they saw two players replaced due to injuries in the first 15 minutes, the anger of the South Korean fans in the stands reached its peak.
They cursed like village shrews.
Security on the sidelines was constantly maintaining order, for fear that fans would rush down to the stands and cause trouble, ruining the home World Cup preliminaries.
But fifteen minutes later, they still welcomed a few fans who couldn't control their emotions.
"Oh oh..."
"There was some commotion on the sidelines."
"Some South Korean fans ran desperately down the stands, but they were all stopped by security."
"The game was interrupted."
The game is not interrupted.
But before that, Saipan blew the whistle.
This time, the one who was carried off the field was Li Genhao, who was competing with Wang Xiaodong before.
He had previously clamored for Wang Xiaodong to die here.
But now, it was him who was being carried out.
Zheng Zhi, Li Weifeng, Sun Xiang... and even Zeng Cheng ran up to protect Wang Xiaodong.
These international players are also very clear at this moment.
They came to play today either to play football or to act as bodyguards for Wang Xiaodong.
Don't look at the tens of thousands of South Korean fans packed into the Seoul Stadium.
But when surrounded by a large army, how could the Chinese ever give in?
Look at Zheng Zhi's posture.
He was clearly saying: "If you want to touch Xiaodong's hair, step on my body first!"
The timeout was a bit long because of the fans causing trouble.
South Korea's team doctors tried every means possible to revive Lee Geun-ho.
The vial was almost shoved into his nostril by the team doctor.
But apart from twitching, Lee Geun-ho showed no sign of consciousness.
Come to think of it, this is the third time he has been taken off the field.
The game lasted for half an hour. Although neither side even had a shot, they received a lot of yellow cards.
Including the three players who were dismissed, South Korea received a total of six yellow cards, and the Chinese team also received three.
But the problem is that Xu Dingmao is now facing the worst situation.
Before the game reaches half a point, all substitution quotas will be exhausted.
Finally, looking at the expression of the team doctor shaking his head, Xu Dingmao sighed and replaced Li Genhao with Cui Chengguo.
At this point, in the 29th minute of the game, South Korea had used up all three substitutions.
The game resumed normalcy after a 10-minute pause.
But this time, apart from the fans in the stands who were still shouting, the South Korean players in the stadium were somewhat flinching.
They no longer rushed through the half-court like a swarm. They even thought about several offensive opportunities in the midfield for a while. In the end, they were intercepted by the Chinese team in meaningless kicks.
During this period, the Chinese team used the interception ball in the midfield and frontcourt to counterattack and made several beautiful attacks.
Even Dong Fangzhuo's shot hit the goal post and almost changed the score.
After the pillar appeared, Zheng Chenglong, who was standing in front of the door, couldn't help it.
He opened his mouth and yelled at his teammates: "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Can you be more energetic?"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"Are you so afraid of death?"
"Didn't you hear what the fans in the stands were shouting?"
The bird song has always been the same bird song, and the national players all sounded the same, but to the South Korean players, their expressions changed after listening carefully.
Seeing such a situation on the field, some South Korean fans began to curse their players as cowards, incompetent, and useless.
Amidst such abuse, Zheng Chenglong, who was the closest, became the target of bombardment.
Although he saw that three teammates had been carried off the field, the knife did not cut him after all. Seeing that the goal was about to be lost, Zheng Chenglong finally couldn't help but start to reprimand his teammates.
Hearing Zheng Chenglong's rebuke, several defenders changed their expressions instantly, but at least they held back. However, the players in the midfield and frontcourt were a little dissatisfied, and many retorted, but fortunately they were stopped by some sensible teammates on the side.
Li Qinglong, whose mouth was covered, struggled to push away Jin Zhiyou's hand and said angrily: "What sarcastic words did he say? Does he know how much pressure we are under in the front? He has no idea, that DONG is simply a devil!!!"
"Oh, stop talking. Besides, this ball is really unplayable!" Jin Zhiyou shook his head helplessly.
Although it did not break out immediately, this buckle temporarily tied a knot in the hearts of the South Korean players.
The game entered the 42nd minute of the first half, and the players' physical strength had reached the critical point.
The playing was less intense, and there were much fewer conflicts between the two sides.
The most important thing is that the ball has always been at the feet of the Chinese team's midfielders.
As a single defensive midfielder, Wang Xiaodong still firmly held his position and did not step forward again even if central defender Li Weifeng rushed into the opponent's penalty area to break the ball.
"Coward, coward!"
After the header from the Chinese team's pass, the South Korean fans in the stands once again erupted in emotion.
"A bunch of people without balls!"
"This is our home court!"
"Why are you so timid? Do you dare to stand up and play football like a man?"
Hearing his fans yelling like this, Li Qinglong finally couldn't help it anymore.
"What is he NND afraid of? I don't believe he has any footwork!"
"rush!"
"If you don't charge, I will!"
Seeing Li Qinglong raise his hand to ask for the ball, Zheng Chenglong directly volleyed his leg and fired a big kick.
Not only was the ball passed extremely accurately, it also happened to hit a counterattack by the Chinese team.
Looking at the ball flying straight above his head, Li Qinglong felt that he was also flying with it.
The ball landed firmly on the arch of Li Qinglong's foot, and was then released by him two meters away in front of him.
In front of a player who is sprinting at high speed, this stopping distance is nothing.
The only thing that dissatisfied Li Qinglong was that when he saw his stopping distance, Wang Xiaodong who was directly opposite also started to accelerate towards the ball.
At this moment, the idiom that popped into Li Qinglong's mind was not "One man is in charge of the barrier, but ten thousand men are not allowed to open it"; it was the opposite, "The brave man wins when we meet on a narrow road."
Seeing Wang Xiaodong rushing towards him, Li Qinglong took a deep breath and roared loudly.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
He moved his legs very fast, betting that he could follow the ball one step ahead of time, get past Wang Xiaodong's defense, and use the staggered moment to pass the opponent.
However, in Wang Xiaodong's eyes, Li Qinglong's way of encouraging himself was just like a bereaved dog in an anti-Japanese drama that was surrounded by our army and had no way out to charge.
But even facing such an enemy, Wang Xiaodong still used the power of a lion to fight a rabbit to deal with his opponent.
Respect each other?
nonexistent!
This is not a real battlefield!
Li Qinglong is not a real soldier.
He's just a player.
He was just a stick who was frightened by the oncoming Wang Xiaodong in a head-on confrontation.
The opponent kept yelling to encourage himself, but Wang Xiaodong used his peripheral vision to calculate the distance between him and the ball.
The ball is rolling toward me, the opponent is chasing the ball, and our speed has reached its peak...
I can break this ball without a shovel.
And then...
Is he sure he wants to fight me?
After thinking about this clearly, Wang Xiaodong also began to count down in his mind.
This is not the countdown to touching the ball, but the countdown to Li Qinglong’s farewell to the football field.
Li Qinglong, who was born in 1988, is not only only one year older than Wang Xiaodong. He has been called a football prodigy since he was a child. He also shoulders the important task of becoming the new generation of players in South Korea.
His childhood wish was to be like his predecessors, to develop South Korea into a first-class team while maintaining constraints on other teams in Asia.
Li Qingyong currently plays for the Seoul first team, and many European scouts have spotted him, and even promised to bring him to Europe by the end of the year.
Such a football genius is not only the pride of his father, but also the expectation of the South Korean football community.
But everyone knows it.
There are tens of millions of football geniuses, but only a few can truly excel.
The biggest enemy they face is not coaches, peers, government officials, Football Association policies... but a unified enemy: injuries.
"4, 3, 2..."
At the moment when the two were about to collide, Li Qinglong's adrenaline surged, and time became very slow for him.
So slow that he could even read Wang Xiaodong's lips clearly and think about the meaning.
"1!"
The countdown is over.
boom! ! !
There was an explosion on the Seoul stadium and dust flew everywhere.
At this moment, not only the two South Korean team members who followed Li Qinglong were stunned, but also Du Wei and others who were chasing after them subconsciously stopped.
"Oh my God, what did I see?"
Until Saipan retired and bid farewell to his law enforcement career ten years later, he still remembered what happened today.
Wang Xiaodong and Li Qinglong both hit the ball in different directions with their right feet at the same time.
It was an ordinary opponent, but in the next second, Li Qinglong, who was 1.80 meters tall and weighed 60 kilograms, leaned forward with his upper body, and his right leg, which was opponent to Wang Xiaodong, quickly swung back.
In front of Wang Xiaodong, who was 1.88 meters tall and weighed 77 kilograms, Li Qinglong turned his head upside down and did a forward somersault with his teeth and claws spread out.
Bang!
The dust has settled.
Li Qinglong's back fell hard to the turf.
However, what sent shivers down the spine of the people next to them the most was the instantaneous sound of bone cracking between their feet.
The sound was crisp and ethereal, and seemed so harsh amid the roar of sneakers colliding with leather.
"What have I done?"
This was the second thought that popped into Saipan's head.
If he could have called Wang Xiaodong's foul earlier... No matter which time it was, the current situation would not have been caused.
But even though Li Qinglong was holding his knees and rolling around, he still had no intention of taking out his cards.
"Beep!!!"
A long whistle.
The ball has not yet gone out of bounds.
But this is the most humane penalty he has made as a referee for Li Qinglong's experience.
Without anyone saying a word, the South Korean team doctors hurriedly carried the stretcher onto the field.
Saipan turned his head, and he happened to be looking at Wang Xiaodong.
He saw a smile.
A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Xiaodong's mouth.
Ming Ming smiled so brightly.
But in Saipan's eyes, it was like hell.
At this moment, Saipan's heart went cold.
The next second, he saw Wang Xiaodong stretch out his hand, pointing at his chest, and then at his own.
That is clearly saying: You and I are on the same side.
Saipan swallowed hard. He had to admit that Wang Xiaodong was fulfilling his promise.
On the sidelines of the court, Xu Dingmao's eyes had become dull.
It seems that nothing happens on the court that surprises him.
He knows better than anyone what happened to the Chinese team a few days ago. As a coach who has coached in China, he also feels that those fans have gone too far.
But that's all.
Even if fans all over the stadium are cursing today, he still feels that this is the advantage of home court.
But until the generals he relied on were carried out one after another, he finally panicked.
Now, the panic has already become numb.
He nodded and urged the staff to quickly send Li Qinglong to the hospital just like the three previous times.
Different from the previous three, Li Qinglong was still awake now, his knees were slightly bent, but big beads of sweat were flowing down his cheeks.
His bones hurt.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong on the court, he was carrying a ball with a broken lining with a playful smile on his face, and asked the ball boy on the sidelines to replace it with a new one.
How much force did he use on this kick just now?
Is it because he is so powerful, or is it a deliberate explosion at this moment?
Perhaps no one knows about it except Wang Xiaodong himself.
The game resumed in solemn silence and ended in dead silence.
From the moment Li Qinglong came off the field, the balance between the two sides tilted.
When the South Korean players left the field before, the Chinese fans at the scene were still cheering; but this time when Li Qinglong left the field, everyone in the stands chose to remain silent.
The fans had the illusion that from this moment on, this football stadium no longer serves football.
It was given a new name: the Colosseum.
