Birmingham seemed to be overwhelmed by Wang Ai’s horrifying 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 stops there, his opponents will follow. tension. It is said that lighter physical consumption will increase, and that it will deform even when it is heavy.

Chelsea became more and more courageous. In the 31st minute of the match, Lampard took a corner kick. Malouda and Pizarro doubled for the top. They were shot first by the opponent's goalkeeper. They were in front of Wang Ai outside the penalty area. Unfortunately, there were too many people in front. , Wang Ai couldn't see the shooting route at all, so he greeted the ball and the guards who ran out put a kick. Pizarro had a good heart. He turned around for an instant when Wang Ai came forward to catch the ball and observe. When Wang Ai's ball was sent out and the defenders hurriedly turned around, he ran back in place, shook his head easily, and scored a goal from the far corner!

The big Peruvian man opened his arms and pounced, causing even Wang Ai to be thrown back, and he almost threw him over his head for an equally passionate Argentine back throw!

Duan Xuan in the Beijing live broadcast room gave another blow: "Pay attention, everyone, for the two goals just now, Xiao Wang used a vigorous shot, especially the second one. This time he showed his other One characteristic is that it is very soft when it should be soft. Everyone sees that when the ball came, the opponent's goalkeeper punched it with a single punch. The speed is not slow and there is a bit of spin. However, Xiao Wang keeps the ball, giving it a lot. Comfortable. Everyone pay attention to this point. It's right in front of Pizarro. Where's the goalkeeper? I can't keep up. I can't keep it on the spot. It's very uncomfortable."

Tao Wei added: "When the players on the field saw such a ball come out, they basically gave up. If there is no way, it depends on whether the final shot will be an accident. But the goal is so wide and the ball is comfortable. So don't think about me and the short section. I know that it’s not. Everyone who puts this ball on the TV will have at least half the chance to score. The real effort is before. The position of the forward in modern football has changed. It is no longer purely responsible for the goal. Many Time plays the role of screens and opportunities to create opportunities for forwards and wingers, especially this assist ability. A perfect assist is not much worse than a penalty kick."

Before the words fell, the situation on the court changed drastically again.

Two goals behind Birmingham seized a not-so-good opportunity. Oliver Capo broke through Chelsea's new foreign aid Glen Johnson in singles, and then drew the opposite direction very relaxed and cheated Cech.

After the goal was scored, the people at Stamford Bridge were a little confused. It was not that they were afraid of losing, but "Birmingham is so brave" and "When is Birmingham so great?" It is true that they can score two home teams at Stamford Bridge. The ball, at least in the past three years, not much!

What's the matter, it's not Birmingham's turn, right?

But this is what it looked like right now, half of the players were changed in the first game! Even if Terry is injured, it's okay to keep Geremi!

The back defense was unstable, so people turned their eyes to the front.

Can't hold it, just hit harder, right?

As if sensing the willingness of Stamford Bridge, Chelsea launched a fierce offensive after the re-opening of the ball. Soon Lampard created a direct free kick in the front court, 40 meters from the goal!

After the referee blew his whistle, he looked at the Birmingham platoon wall. Frank Lampard, who climbed up from the ground, stood at a position five meters beside the football strangely. It seemed that he did not want to take the penalty. People looked at the others in the lineup blankly. Where is the free thrower Drogba? When the camera turns, it's in the stands!

Where is Sheva? Where is Barak? Are they all in the stands? Who punishes? Malouda who just took a corner kick? Or the new foreign aid Pizarro...Oh? Oh! !

In the eyes of people, under the inexplicable look of his teammates, Wang Ai ran back from the penalty area in front, stood behind the football, and looked at the wall of Birmingham with his waist in front of him. He bowed his head and whispered to Lampard. A few sentences.

Then, Wang Ai looked ahead, bent slightly, raised his arm slightly, his expression focused, and his eyes opened wider and wider. He stared at the prey like a tiger.

In the silence of the audience, a high and sharp "wiwi" from the stands spread into Wang Ai's eardrums. Wang Ai subconsciously turned his head to the left and right, as if he was listening, more like observing.

Wang Ai stepped back and stared at the front. His concentration was noticed through the lens. The referee's sharp whistle sounded like a stone thrown into the water at midnight. A few steps on the run, Wang Ai's sneakers were shot on the front. In the middle and lower part of the football, the football flew instantly and passed over the head of the wall.

Tao Weimeng, who was staring at the screen, leaned forward and leaned closer to the monitor. He thought that Wang Ai would have to hit the ball with a Carlos-style heavy artillery once again for a ball this far. Anyway, the speed is fast enough, as long as it hits the goal. Basically it's in.

But the ball he saw was less than a quarter of the flight distance, and he felt it was very unusual, so that the football finally scored and the audience was celebrating. Duan Xuan, who was beside him, yelled for the goal, and did not touch him. , He still stared at the picture on the monitor closely. He was too young and turned his head to watch TV.

At this time, he noticed that after Wang Ai had taken his foot, he stepped back two steps and was also kicked by Lampard.

"What's the matter?" Duan Xuan asked his partner in confusion.

"Don't talk." Tao Wei didn't care about turning off the microphone, got up and leaned forward to the TV screen, almost watching it.

This made Duan Xuan startled and suspicious. Despite the hustle and bustle of the stadium echoing in the earphones, he watched the replay seriously. This time, he also found Wang Ai's unusual retreat after his foot. Normally, Wang Ai took a direct free kick. After the ball is played, it is either forward or to the side. There has never been a step backward.

Looking at the replay of the football again, he deliberately used CCTV equipment to intercept this segment on the monitor, slow it down, and check the trajectory of the ball little by little. Just when he discovered the strange phenomenon, Tao Wei next to him slapped his face. Turning back excitedly, Duan Xuan hurriedly put his fingers on his mouth just after opening his mouth.

Tao Wei made an "oh oh oh" mouth shape, and quickly turned off the microphone, then: "...fuck!"

Duan Xuan pointed at Tao Wei and made a "you wait a moment" mouth shape, hurriedly turned on his microphone, and casually explained a few words: "Let us continue to listen to the sound of celebration ahead!"

Then he quickly turned off the microphone and watched Tao Wei: "This ball..."

Tao Wei made several gestures, not knowing what to say, and then lit Duan Xuan: "Have you played table tennis?"

Duan Xuan opened his mouth and gave a slightly dazed hmm.

"Then I will ask you." Tao Wei pointed to the TV: "You put the table tennis on the case, can you make a top spin?"

Duan Xuan didn't speak, and made several consecutive forward rolling movements with his fingers.