Chapter 8 The so-called hero... ()

Popovich stood in front of his players with a pale face. This team is the main force of Zenit Youth Team. But it made him feel embarrassed!

The suggestion of assistant coach Borovikia, he felt that it was completely an insult. The main force of a youth team defended a man, actually needed to do his best, or even use any means...

Looking at the coach with a bad face, the players of the youth team also knew that the coach was very dissatisfied with their performance. They lowered their heads one by one, dared not say anything, for fear of angering the coach.

"Your performance just now is simply shameful!" Popovich taught these young men a lesson without hesitation. It was clear from his voice that he was in a bad mood now.

"Don't bow your head!" he shouted. "Raise your head up!"

"What do you feel like? A stranger scored a goal on your head alone! Another time I almost went in. If it weren't for the crossbar helping you..." Popovich shouted loudly. "You know that he is a person that CSKA Moscow looks down on! A loser! He can actually act like a blessing in front of you! Do you think you are much worse than CSKA?!"

Zenit's biggest enemy in the Russian Super League is not a certain team, but all the super teams from the capital Moscow, which form a huge group. For a long time, the Russian Super League championship has been won by teams from Moscow. If Zenit wants to win the championship, he must defeat the team in Moscow. So the players of Zenit youth team know very well who their enemies are - everything in Moscow!

Popovich derogated them to the point where they were even worse than Moscow's team, which deeply stimulated the players who had underestimated the enemy before.

They raised their heads one by one, clenched their fists, and their eyes shone fiercely.

"I want to teach that rude boy a lesson!" Crotkov, who was headed by Chen Yingxiong just now, clenched his fists and said gritting his teeth. As a defender Chen Yingxiong, it was really shameful to let the opponent score the goal so easily. Although the head coach scolded everyone, he felt that he was the first to bear the brunt of the brunt, and every scolding was pointing at him. At this time, he had long forgotten to explain to the coach why he was so easily scored the ball by the opponent. He was like using his actual actions to avenge his previous shame! Let the coach look at him differently.

"Very good, Alexander, I'm very pleased that you have this idea." Popovich nodded, and expressed his appreciation and encouragement to Krotkov's attitude, which also inspired others to think so-and I will make that Oriental boy look at it in the game later!

"You must stop him at all costs. He is good at heading the ball and fight him to the death in the air!" Popovich hit the palm of his hand with his fist, inspiring the morale of the whole team. He was like a demagogue, making everyone follow him with high spirits.

"You can foul! Don't have any scruples. As long as you can defeat him, you can pull him down with your hands! Use your strong bodies to hit him! Don't be scared by his height and weight. He is just an empty air and has a look! You are the soldiers of Zenit who have been strictly trained! You have no reason to lose to an unknown man!" Popovich didn't care whether using fouls to stop someone, whether it was too shameless... But now he just wants to find a place for his team-he now feels that the person introduced by Panchenko is not trying to get a chance to become a professional player in Zenit, but he has to smash his place for twenty...

"roar!!!"

The main players of Zenit Youth Team made deafening roars.

Verobchev spread his hands: "It's coming again..." Popovich is very good at motivating the players. Under his current motivation and incitement, the players of the youth team will definitely produce huge energy. Their performance in a while may be far better than usual...

Larionov asked Borovikia with some concern: "Will it be too much, Vladimir?"

He saw that Popovich was serious. He really wanted to use his team to completely kill Chen Yingxiong. Now he has successfully incited the fighting spirit and anger of these young people, and he has succeeded. Young people are the easiest to be incited. They can do something jaw-dropping with just one passion.

Borovikia waved his hand: "If he can't even deal with this level of defense, he is not qualified to sign Zenit."

Chen Yingxiong didn't know what the opponent's coach was saying when he pulled the players. He couldn't understand Russian. He could only stand on the court bored, then looked left and right, and looked at his temporary teammates. Especially for the wing players who passed him during the game, he wanted to try his best to record their appearance. After a while, he passed the ball to them and seek cooperation.

In a situation where everyone is unfamiliar, this is the only way.

He also knew that he had a bad cooperation with these people. But he didn't have time to get familiar with the running-in slowly. He had to take out what he was best at to impress the coaches standing on the sidelines.

There were suddenly roars in the circle where the main players gathered, and Chen Yingxiong couldn't understand it.

But his temporary teammates changed their faces after hearing the roar... They began to worry about the ignorant big man in front of them.

They knew that the main players were all serious and the next game would only be more difficult.

In their opinion, Chen Yingxiong, who doesn't understand Russian, is like an ignorant and fearless fool...

When the game started again, Chen Yingxiong soon discovered that he was facing a greater defensive pressure, and... Once, when he tried to break into the penalty area to grab the spot, he was hugged and pulled to the ground by the opponent's player, and the two of them were tangled and rolled on the ground. He thought he would hear the whistle of the referee, but Larionov, who played the guest referee, did not say anything, but just signaled to continue the game.

When this situation occurred more than once, he began to understand what the group of people had just said.

This is Zenit's new trick, and they use any means to stop themselves.

Dangerous fouls, merciless collisions, surround him with more bullying and less, and defending like wrestling judo...

There is only one purpose - to prevent him from having the opportunity to use his most powerful weapon now.

Chen Tao saw his son being thrown to the ground by the opponent's foul or rough defensive movements again and again. He wanted to jump but was pulled tightly by his clothes... After several rounds of attacks, Chen Yingxiong did not perform at all. He had no chance to use his heading skills.

He was worried again.

The other party is really good, can his son... still deal with it?

No!

He can, he can!

Because he is his own son, because his name is Chen Yingxiong!

Chen Tao didn't know how his confidence came about, but at this time, he had to stand firmly on his son's side and cheer for him.

"Come on! Hero!!" he shouted.

"This is too unfair... I think even if Tek comes, it is impossible to score from such a defense..." After physical fitness coach Kerzakov tested Chen Yingxiong's body, he had nothing to do. Because Chen Yingxiong's physical condition is very good, Kerzakov has a little bit of a favor. He thinks Popovich has done too much.

The Tekke he mentioned is the main center of Zenit's first team - Fatih Tekke. The Turkish is not tall, only 1.78 meters tall, but the header is pretty good. Wearing the No. 9 jersey, he has played fourteen times in the league this season and scored ten goals, four of which are headers.

But no one paid attention to his complaints, everyone was staring at the court with all their attention, carefully observing this special confrontation of total inequality.

For Chen Yingxiong, this is a bet on his future battle. Although it is an increasingly abnormal game - the opponent's foul can be acquiesced... But if he cannot deliver an answer that convinces everyone in this game, then the outcome can be imagined. All efforts will be wasted. He can only return to China, give up his dream of becoming a professional football player, go to college, and find a job four years later, and become one of the billion ordinary Chinese.

That should be him in another parallel world, and he should definitely not be Chen Yingxiong in this world!

My father gave me this name in the hope of making me a hero!

The temporary teammates were very dedicated to passing the football from the side. They were like robots with a set program. Regardless of whether Chen Yingxiong could grab the point or not, they would pass the football over. If Chen Yingxiong could not grab the header, the football would either pass through the penalty area, or be cleared by the opponent, or give his temporary teammate the chance to shoot.

But it is obvious that none of them are the protagonists, and no matter whether they score or not, they will not attract the attention of the coaches on the sidelines. The only protagonist in this game is Chen Yingxiong. There is only one theme event - Chen Yingxiong and the main defense line between Chen Yingxiong and the Zenit Youth Team in St. Petersburg.

Chen Yingxiong looked up at the football flying in the air, and the things he should have appeared clearly in his mind again. But his body was still motionless and could not take another step forward - he was firmly pulled by two youth team players.

Seeing that the football was coming, he was fixed in place as if a root was born under his feet.

I am a hero... How could I be trapped by such a defense!

What is a hero?

The so-called hero is to do things that ordinary people cannot do. He can do what ordinary people cannot do, and... must do it!

Chen Yingxiong gritted his teeth, his neck was red, and blue veins were rising on his forehead. He was trying hard to break free from his opponent's pull and interference.

The back midfielder Sergey Mironov, who was holding his clothes, was also gritting his teeth, his whole face turned red to his neck, and his fingers were clenched white - he was so hard to pull the jersey. This was the first time he had encountered such an experience in his football career in so many years!

One hand was a little stressed, so he got on both hands...

I thought I could finally stop this behemoth like a brown bear this time, right?

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he suddenly heard a sound of cloth being torn apart...

He was frightened to see the jersey he was holding tightly gradually cracking in front of his eyes, and then the slit was getting bigger and bigger under the influence of both sides...

Chen Yingxiong rushed forward desperately, dragging two people behind him, with great resistance. At this moment, he suddenly felt a lighter behind him!

He was overjoyed and suddenly rushed forward, like a wild horse that broke away from his reins, or like a tiger that was out of his cage.

Just as he heard a "sharp" sound, Chen Yingxiong was already flying in the air!

The opponent's central defender Krotkov jumped towards him and his central defender partner Yury Lebedev (yury lebedev), both of them stood in front of Chen Yingxiong, and on his side there was a Zenit player, Victor Stov (victor stroev).

The three people jumped up at the same time and attacked Chen Yingxiong.

Borovikia off the court couldn't help but look forward. This was the "test question" he wanted to see.

What kind of answer will you give when facing such a defense? Chinese big man!

The answer given by Chen Yingxiong was to directly break Krotkov and Lebedev who intercepted him head-on, and then completely ignore Stov who was disturbing around him.

The torn jersey spread out in the air like a flag, clamoring in the wind, blocking Stov's view.

When he saw Chen Yingxiong again, he only saw the hero in the air twisting his waist and charging his strength, like a tightened towel, and then he suddenly threw it out!

Head-off!

Football heads straight to the back point!

Goalkeeper Korzakov made a very outstanding save this time, but he was just a foil for this wonderful goal.

The football plunged into the goal long before his hand hit!
Chapter completed!