Chapter 630: If you are not elegant, you will die (6)
Birmingham seemed to be blinded by Wang Ai's shocking goal. The defensive players couldn't help but feel a little timid when they saw Wang Ai. This is the value of a superstar. As long as he goes to that point, the opponents around him will be stunned.
As you become nervous, your physical exertion will increase at best, but at worst, your movements will become deformed.
Chelsea became more and more courageous as they fought. In the 31st minute of the game, Lampard took a corner kick. Malouda and Pizarro both rushed to the top, but were beaten first by the opponent's goalkeeper and landed right in front of Wang Ai outside the penalty area. Unfortunately, there were too many people in front of him.
, Wang Ai couldn't see the shooting route at all, so he stepped in to meet the ball and the defenders who ran out one after another. Pizarro had a clear understanding. He half-turned around the moment Wang Ai stepped forward to catch the ball and observed.
Ai's ball was sent out, and when the defenders turned around in a hurry, he had already reversed into position, easily shook his head, and scored from the far corner!
The big Peruvian man attacked with open arms, causing even Wang Ai to be thrown back, almost throwing him over his head, and giving him an equally enthusiastic Argentinian back throw!
Duan Xuan in the Beijing live broadcast room boasted again: "Everyone, please pay attention. In the two goals just now, Xiao Wang used powerful shots, especially the second one. But this time he showed another
One characteristic is that it is very soft when it should be soft. As you can see, when the ball came, it was hit by the opponent's goalkeeper with a single punch. It was not slow and had a little spin. But Xiao Wang didn't stop the ball and it was very impressive.
It's comfortable. Everyone, pay attention to this landing point. It's right in front of Pizarro. Where is the goalkeeper? He can't catch up when he steps forward, and he can't defend where he is. It's particularly uncomfortable."
Tao Wei added: "When the players on the field saw such a ball coming out, they basically gave up. They had no choice but to see if there would be an accident in the final shot. But the door was so wide and the ball was given comfortably. So don't think that Xiao Duan and I
Just know how to praise it, no, everyone in front of the TV has at least half a chance of kicking this ball in. The real effort comes before. The position of forwards in modern football has changed. They are no longer purely responsible for the final kick. Many of them are
It plays the role of covering and creating opportunities, creating opportunities for attacking midfielders and wingers, especially this kind of assist ability. A perfect assist is not much worse than a penalty kick."
Before he finished speaking, the situation on the field changed drastically again.
Birmingham, which was two goals behind, seized a not-so-good opportunity. Oliver Capo broke through Chelsea's new foreign aid Glen Johnson with a single, and then very relaxedly pulled in the opposite direction and deceived Cech.
After this goal was scored, people at Stamford Bridge were a little confused. It was not because they were afraid of losing, but because "Birmingham is so brave" and "When did Birmingham become so powerful?"
For the past three years at least, there haven’t been many of them!
No matter what, it’s not Birmingham’s turn, right?
But this is what it looks like in front of me, half of the players were replaced in the first game! Even if Terry is injured, it’s better to keep Gremy!
The rear defense was unstable, so people turned their attention to the front.
If you can't defend it, you can just hit it harder, right?
As if sensing the will of Stamford Bridge, Chelsea launched a fierce offensive after the restart, and soon Lampard created a direct free kick in the frontcourt, 40 meters away from the goal!
After the referee blew the whistle, he saw Birmingham forming a wall. Lampard, who had climbed up from the ground, stood strangely five meters next to the football. He didn't seem to want to take the penalty. People looked blankly at the other people in the lineup. The second
Where is Drogba, the free throw shooter? The camera turned and he was in the stands!
Where's Sheva? Where's Ballack? Are they all in the stands? Who takes the penalty? Malouda who just took the corner kick? Or the new foreign aid Pizarro... Oh? Oh!!
In the spotlight, with his teammates looking on with inexplicable expressions, Wang Ai ran back from the front penalty area, stood behind the football, looked at the Birmingham wall in front of him with his waist, and lowered his head to whisper to Lampard.
A few sentences.
Then, Wang Ai looked forward, bent slightly, raised his arms slightly, with a focused expression, and his eyes opened wider and wider, like a tiger staring at its prey.
In the silence of the entire audience, a high and sharp "wiwi" sound from the stands reached Wang Ai's eardrums. Wang Ai subconsciously turned his head left and right, as if he was listening, more like observing.
Wang Ai stepped back step by step, staring straight ahead. His concentration was noticed through the camera. The referee's sharp whistle was like a stone thrown into the midnight water. After a few steps, Wang Ai's sneakers were photographed on the front.
From the middle and lower part of the football, the football instantly flew up and passed over the head of the wall.
Tao Wei, who was staring at the screen, leaned forward fiercely and got closer to the monitor. He thought that with such a far ball, Wang Ai would probably hit it with Carlos-style heavy artillery. Anyway, the speed was fast enough, as long as it landed on the goal.
I basically hit the target.
But he only saw less than a quarter of the flight distance of this ball, and he felt that it was so unusual that the football finally entered the goal, and the whole audience celebrated. Duan Xuan next to him also shouted a good goal, but it did not touch him.
, he still stared closely at the picture on the monitor. He thought it was too small, so he turned to watch TV.
At this time, he noticed that Wang Ai took two steps back after taking a step, and was helped by Lampard.
"What's wrong?" Duan Xuan asked his partner in confusion.
"Stop talking." Tao Wei didn't even bother to turn off the microphone. He stood up and leaned in front of the TV screen, almost holding the TV to watch.
This made Duan Xuan startled. He let the noise from the stadium ahead echo in his headphones and watched the replay carefully. This time, he also noticed Wang Ai's unusual retreat after taking the kick. Normally Wang Ai would take a direct free kick.
After the ball is released, he either moves forward or to one side, and never steps back.
Looking at the football replay again, he deliberately used CCTV equipment to capture this segment on the monitor, played it in slow motion, and checked the trajectory of the ball bit by bit. Just when he discovered a strange phenomenon, Tao Wei beside him slapped his hands, full of joy.
Duan Xuan turned around excitedly and just opened his mouth, Duan Xuan quickly put his finger up to his mouth in fear.
Tao Wei made an "oh oh oh" gesture, quickly turned off the microphone, and then said: "...fuck!"
Duan Xuan pointed at Tao Wei, mouthed "You'll wait a moment", quickly turned on his microphone, and casually explained a few words: "Let's continue to listen to the celebrations ahead!"
Then he quickly turned off the microphone and looked at Tao Wei: "This ball..."
Tao Wei made several gestures, not knowing what to say, and then nodded at Duan Xuan: "Have you ever played table tennis?"
Duan Xuan opened his mouth and hummed twice in a daze.
"Then let me ask you." Tao Wei pointed at the TV: "If you put the table tennis ball on the case, can you get some topspin?"
Duan Xuan said nothing and made several forward rolling movements with his fingers.
