When the players from both sides left the field, there were no more angry curses from the sticks in the stands.
The South Korean players even ran two steps quickly and got into the tunnel with Xu Dingmao first.
At the end of the first half, they had to fight with 10 men.
None of their players got a red card, but that was all.
Unlike the South Korean players who left in a hurry, the Chinese players came to the players' tunnel happily and laughed all the way.
Dong Fangzhuo looked excited and said a little too aggressively: "Oh, it's not interesting to play for a long time. I didn't even score a goal. It's a waste that I thought about the goal celebration so early!"
"Yo? What kind of celebration are you thinking of?" Zheng Zhi asked with a smile.
"Wipe your neck!" Dong Fangzhuo replied immediately, but he controlled his hand and did not make this extremely indecent move on the court.
"Is this what you're talking about?"
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong, who was at the back of the team, opened his mouth.
The team members turned around and took a deep breath.
Wang Xiaodong, who was at the entrance of the players' tunnel, was smiling at the South Korean fans in the stands, placing his hand flat on his Adam's apple and sliding it back and forth.
"Hiss~~~"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's exaggerated provocation, even Zheng Zhi was frightened to the point of trembling with fear.
After entering the players tunnel, Li Weifeng said fearfully: "Xiaodong, how dare you..."
"What are you afraid of?" Wang Xiaodong sneered, "Let them all come together and see which one works best?"
"Xiaodong, don't speak so eloquently, or you may arouse public anger!" Sun Xiang also advised from the side.
"Public outrage?" The disdain on Wang Xiaodong's face was still very clear, "When I, the fifth master, fought against the United States and aided Korea, I didn't see the 'public outrage' of the stickmen."
Seeing Wang Xiaodong answering in this way, the team members were speechless and couldn't say anything else.
After all, what he said was true.
"Xiaodong, you must have been photographed by others doing this, and you might be suspended by then." Zheng Zhi warned.
"Suspension? Well, that was my negligence." Wang Xiaodong shrugged, "But so what? Without me, would you be unable to defeat Iran or North Korea? South Korea is already that virtuous. They Come to Wulihe, can you not beat me without me?"
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke.
...
During the 15 minutes of midfield, many South Korean fans were silent and didn't even know how they were passing.
Some Chinese fans who noticed the clues also began to tell each other that they must act collectively when leaving the field later and never leave alone.
Mr. He in the studio did not say much after briefly introducing the first half data. With the help of the director, he quickly entered the commercial.
Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun in the Jiulang live broadcast room closed their mouths and watched the comments from netizens being refreshed layer by layer.
"Fuck these sticks!"
In the national football locker room, Director Gao looked at the cheering and celebrating players, quickly changed his face to a serious one, and warned everyone not to get carried away.
After the warning, Director Gao pulled Wang Xiaodong aside and said softly: "Xiaodong, you have gone too far today."
"Have you passed?" Wang Xiaodong scratched his head, "We're still 0-0, and we're not leading either!"
"I'm not saying this, I'm saying..."
"What did you say?" Wang Xiaodong acted like a curious baby, obviously not intending to admit what he had done before.
At the very least, he would not admit it was intentional even in front of his own people.
Director Gao couldn't say anything when he saw Wang Xiaodong's appearance.
I had no choice but to change the subject and asked casually, "Xiaodong, please come down and rest in the second half, so as not to cause any more trouble..."
"It's okay, Coach, I can still play!" Wang Xiaodong shook his head and said, "And it's still a draw, haven't we won yet? You know, I just made a move to provoke the fans, maybe this time the AFC The federation will ban me. Who knows how many games he will ban me? Then I won’t be able to return to my country to play. We can’t get 3 points in the away game?”
Wang Xiaodong's words caught the eye of the senior director. He thought about it and gave a warning: "Okay, I'll let you play for another ten minutes."
"But you have to remember, everything depends on the goal."
"As long as we are ahead, I will replace you. Don't disobey me then!"
"Yes!" Wang Xiaodong said playfully.
However, Director Gao didn't know that once he softened his heart, he would really be unable to control what happened next.
On the other side, there was deathly silence in the South Korean locker room.
Many team members' faces were full of anger, but no one dared to speak or stand up first to speak.
After a long while, Xu Dingmao slowly opened his mouth and said only one sentence: "In the second half, everyone should pay attention to safety and stop deliberately provoking the lunatic opposite."
...
"Beep!"
At the whistle of Saipan, the second half of the game began.
Although the scores of both sides were the same, the players on the field were 11 versus 10.
According to FIFA regulations, South Korea can play the 11th person, but this 11th person must be Li Qingyong.
But by this time Li Qinglong had already left the stadium and rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.
Or maybe, he has already entered the operating room at this time.
Three minutes later, there was another familiar "beep" sound, and the game was forcibly stopped.
Saipan rushed to Wang Xiaodong immediately, pointed at his chest, and issued a verbal warning.
In the free kick just now, Wang Xiaodong kicked Jin Zhengyou directly in the head.
Looking at Saipan with a serious face, Wang Xiaodong raised his hands and said in English with a smile: "Mr. Referee, this is not enough, is it?"
Saipan was stunned when he heard this. He was the only one who understood what Wang Xiaodong meant.
"DONG, don't continue!" Saipan warned. "I was warned during the halftime break. If you continue like this, I must punish you!"
"Okay, Mr. Referee, I know, I know." Wang Xiaodong smiled and nodded repeatedly.
Seeing that Wang Xiaodong had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, Saipan didn't say much and planned to turn around and leave.
But at this moment, Wang Xiaodong's weak voice came from behind: "I wonder if I should try so hard when I play against Iran..."
What?
Saipan turned his head suddenly. Wherever there was Wang Xiaodong's shadow, he had long since disappeared into the crowd of leaving international players.
Could it be that I'm hallucinating?
Thinking of the soft words just now, a cold sweat broke out on Saipan's neck.
He has completely believed that Wang Xiaodong is a person who does what he says.
In the 52nd minute of the game, the Chinese team finally scored.
Dong Fangzhuo, who is also a Manchester United star but is now seeking a transfer, took advantage of South Korean defender Cho Yong-hyung's mistake to get a chance to go to the meeting alone. After easily passing South Korean goalkeeper Zheng Chengyong, he easily scored.
Seeing the score on the field become 1-0, everyone, including the South Korean fans, breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps only in this way, the lunatic will not continue to "retaliate".
However, in the joy of celebrating the goal, the high coach was so happy that he forgot about the substitution.
Three minutes later, when Zheng Zhi took a corner kick, a glass bottle flew from the stands and hit Zheng Zhi accurately on the forehead.
With a bang, the Chinese captain covered his forehead and fell into a pool of blood.
"Team doctor, team doctor!!!"
Director Gao yelled urgently from the sidelines.
Seeing that this time it was the Chinese team doctor who hurriedly came on stage, some South Korean fans who had been suppressed for a long time finally burst out.
"Hahahaha, you deserve it!"
"It's a really accurate throw!"
"That's what you should do!"
"Why didn't you smash him to death?"
"That lunatic DONG should be smashed!"
"Yes, smash them into 10 people!"
The sound of birds chirping is endless.
Although they didn't understand what they meant, the international players all knew that what they said was not good.
Director Gao was also anxious now.
Anyway, there are still many substitution cards in hand, so without saying anything, Zheng Zhi was replaced by Hao Junmin.
After everything was taken care of, Director Gao came to Zheng Zhi's side and watched with concern as the team doctor performed emergency sutures on Zheng Zhi.
"Xiao Zheng, are you okay?"
Zheng Zhi, who had just been beaten up, now woke up and forced the team doctor to stitch him up without anesthesia.
"Director Gao, I'm fine." Zheng Zhi replied.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Seeing this, Director Gao put his heart back in his stomach.
But at this moment, Zheng Zhi suddenly reached out and grabbed the team doctor's wrist.
"High guidance, high guidance!"
"Xiao Zheng, what's wrong with you? What's the matter? Don't get excited, be careful of the needle pricking you."
However, Zheng Zhi could not care about this. He continued to shout in panic: "Director Gao, where is Xiaodong? Where is Xiaodong? Have you replaced him?"
"Xiaodong?"
Director Gao was stunned.
Then he slapped his thigh.
Damn it, it’s broken!
At this moment, there was another muffled sound on the court.
boom!
Gao Hongbo turned around and was horrified to see Wang Xiaodong jumping up from Jin Shangwen's side regardless, turning and volleying with barbs.
Very meow.
It's not like he's in a restricted area.
You're in midfield!
Barb?
However, Wang Xiaodong's hooked right instep hit the ball falling in the air with perfect accuracy. Guo Taihui, who had just run five meters in front of the ball, had no time to cover his face. His legs were weak and he fell backwards.
“Beep, beep beep beep!!!”
The referee's whistle sounded continuously. Looking at the two South Korean players who fell to the ground without even moaning, Saipan was finished.
This is a more serious stadium incident than the 2002 World Cup!
At this moment, the South Korean stands were filled with curses.
After the fans experienced excitement, rage, silence, calmness, helplessness, confusion, and panic, their emotions were completely out of control.
Some fans simply fell on their seats and said nothing; other fans made more noise than before, standing on their chairs and yelling at the top of their lungs.
The sticks in the stands are in various shapes, and at this moment, their ugliness is clearly displayed.
"Haibin, go warm up quickly and take Xiaodong off the field. It's over, it's over, this time there will definitely be an international accident!"
Just when the senior instructor was in a hurry, Wang Xiaodong took the initiative to come to Saipan.
Looking at this Chinese young man who was a head taller than himself, Saipan took a step back in fright.
Wang Xiaodong tapped his chin and reminded Saipan's chest with his eyes.
It seems to be saying: "Hurry up and play your cards, I'm waiting!"
Jibu swallowed and reached into his pocket in panic.
After randomly taking out a card, he held it directly above Wang Xiaodong's head.
"This is a red...card."
After seeing the color of the card, He Wei's voice almost choked.
"I, I, I... I took it wrong." Saipan explained in a voice that only two people could hear.
Seeing the opponent's funny look of trying to change cards of other colors, Wang Xiaodong shook his head with a smile and said softly: "No problem, Mr. Referee, you made the right decision."
"It's time for me to get out of here."
As he said this, Wang Xiaodong turned his head and walked to the sidelines without waiting for other players to come forward to dissuade him.
"Xiaodong..."
"Xiaodong..."
The team members stepped forward, but no one could hold him back.
When the other standing South Korean team members saw this, they subconsciously retreated to a passage.
He can stun someone with a ball, but if he really uses his hands, who can withstand his fist?
At this moment, there were only eight South Korean teams left standing on the field, completely panicked.
"Xiaodong...you..."
When passing by the sidelines, Coach Gao didn't know what to say.
"Director Gao, we can win without me alone, right?"
"If we don't win again, I will resign when I get back." Director Gao said with a wry smile.
"That's good, then I'll go back and rest."
After saying that, Wang Xiaodong opened his legs and walked into the players tunnel gracefully.
More than half an hour later, the referee finally blew the whistle to end the game.
1 to 0.
The Chinese team did not score any more goals, and no one from South Korea was injured and left the field.
The 10 Chinese players and 8 South Korean players seemed to have formed some kind of tacit understanding in the last half hour or so of the game. They all spent time in a time-consuming manner, waiting for the game to end.
When the three whistles actually sounded, everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief.
"The game is over."
"1 to 0."
"The Chinese team won three consecutive victories in the top ten games and is once again one step closer to the 2010 World Cup."
"Unfortunately, Wang Xiaodong received a red card in this game and will be banned from the next World Cup qualifying match against Iran."
"And he made many uncivilized actions on the spot, and it is very likely that he will be punished by the AFC."
"We must not take the next World Cup qualifications lightly..."
He Wei's voice slowly sounded from the microphone, and he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.
Although there are still five games to go, judging from the current situation in South Korea, their World Cup preliminaries are probably a waste.
Even if Xu Dingmao is the reincarnation of a god, it will be difficult for South Korea to break out of the group without six main generals.
After the game, all South Korean players underwent psychological counseling to avoid any mental damage they suffered on the court.
Many players have suffered sequelae as a result.
Not only when facing Wang Xiaodong, but also when he saw the red uniform of the Chinese team, he couldn't help but turn around and run away.
Among the six players who were dismissed by Wang Xiaodong, Pu Sanfei was the least injured and was discharged from the hospital the fastest.
However, Manchester United had doubts about his ability. Coupled with Park Ji-sung's age, he immediately terminated his contract with Park Ji-sung after the season.
Li Qinglong's right leg suffered a moderate bone fracture, with varying degrees of damage from the knee to the ankle. Not only was the entire season reimbursed, but even the European scouts were waiting to see if he could return to his full glory after recovery.
The remaining four South Korean players who were knocked unconscious by Wang Xiaodong were diagnosed with varying degrees of concussion.
Although there are no major obstacles at present, no one can guarantee whether there will be any sequelae. And they don't want to participate in any of the next top ten games.
As for Wang Xiaodong, FIFA also banned him for five games after this incident.
In other words, Wang Xiaodong will no longer be able to represent the Chinese team in the next five top ten games.
If you can't kick, then you can't kick!
Wang Xiaodong didn't have much to say.
It's the top ten anyway, and no one is watching the Chinese team's game.
Then I'll go back to the club and play.
But after returning to the club, Wang Xiaodong was surprised to find that he could no longer play in games.
Because Inter Milan's boss Moratti said: "Wang Xiaodong, you can continue to play, but Inter Milan will not pay you any more salary."
Wang Xiaodong shrugged helplessly: "Okay, then I'll retire."
Wang Xiaodong, who retired at the age of 19, took the money he earned and returned to Southampton to open an entertainment city, specializing in competing with foreigners in lapping, shooting, shooting and other events that needed to be aimed at, without losing a single time.
Two years later, the little witch gave birth to a child before they were married. The two got married at the speed of light and gave birth to a son and a daughter.
In this way, the little witch went to work outside, and Wang Xiaodong took care of the child leisurely at home.
Although Wang Xiaodong is missing from the football world, the legend of that bad boy will always be circulated.
——Complete the book.
