Hero of the Penalty Area

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

Popovich stood in front of his players with a blue face. This team is the main force of Zenit's youth team. But it made him feel ashamed!

The suggestion of assistant coach Borovicia, he felt it was an insult, the main force of a youth team defending one person, it still needs to go all out, even unscrupulous...

Looking at the bad-faced coach, the youth team players also know that the coach is very dissatisfied with their performance. All of them lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything, for fear of offending the coach.

"Your performance just now made me feel ashamed!" Popovich unceremoniously taught these young guys, and it was very clear from his voice that he was in a bad mood now.

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

"What's your mood? A stranger, alone, scored a goal on top of your head! Another time I almost went in, if it wasn't for the crossbar to help you..." Popovich shouted loudly. "Know that he is a person that CSKA Moscow can't even look down on! A loser! He can dominate in front of you! Do you think you are much worse than CSKA?!"

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

Popovich disparaged them so much that they were not as good as the Moscow team, which deeply stimulated the players who had previously underestimated their opponents.

One by one they raised their heads again, clenched their fists, their eyes glowing fiercely.

"I want to teach that rude kid!" The central defender Krotkov, who was shot by Chen Yingxiong with a header under his nose just now, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. As the defender of Chen Yingxiong, it is really a shame to let the opponent score so easily just now. Although the head coach scolded everyone, he felt that he was the first to bear the brunt, and every scolding was directed at him. At this time, he had forgotten to explain to the coach why he was so easily scrambled for the ball by the opponent. He was like using his actual actions to make a shame! Let the coach treat him differently.

"Very well, Alexandre, I am very pleased that you have this idea." Popovich nodded and expressed appreciation and encouragement for Krotkov's attitude, which also inspired others to think like this-wait a minute I will make that Dongfang boy look good in the game!

"You have to stop him at all costs. He is good at headers and fights him to the death in the air!" Popovich beats his palms with his fists to inspire the morale of the team. He is like a demagogue, let everyone follow him in high spirits.

"You can foul! Don't have any scruples, as long as you can defeat him, you can even pull him down with your hands! Use your strong body to hit him! Don't be scared by his height and weight. He is just an empty shelf. It's just a mere appearance! You are rigorously trained Zenit warriors! You have no reason to lose to an unknown man!" Popovich doesn't care whether it is too shameless to stop a person with a foul... But now he just wants to Finding a place for his team-he now feels that the person Panchenko introduced is not trying to get a chance to become a professional player in Zenit, and he has broken his own place in the past 20 years...

"Roar!!!"

The main players of the Zenit youth team let out a deafening roar.

Verobchev spread his hands: "Here again..." Popovich is very good at motivating players. Under his current motivation and instigation, the youth team players will definitely show great energy. They will come for a while. May be far better than usual...

Larionov asked Borovica with some worry: "Will it be too much, Vladimir?"

He could see that Popovich was serious. He really wanted to kill Chen Yingxiong with his team. Now he has successfully stirred up the fighting spirit and anger of these young people, and he has succeeded. Young people are the easiest to be incited, and they can do shocking things with just a passion of blood.

Borovica waved his hand: "If he can't handle this level of defense, he is not qualified to sign Zenit."

Chen Yingxiong didn't know what the opposing coach was pulling the players to say. He didn't understand Russian. He could only stand bored on the court, then look left and right to see his temporary teammates. Especially looking at the wide players who passed him during the game, trying to remember their looks, and later in the game, he passed the ball to them to seek cooperation.

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

He also knew that he didn't cooperate very well with these people. But there is no time for him to get acquainted with the running-in slowly. He must take out what he is best at to impress the coaches standing on the sidelines.

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

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

They know that the main players are getting serious, and the next game will only be more difficult.

In their opinion, Chen Yingxiong, who does not understand Russian, is like an ignorant and fearless fool...

When the game restarted, Chen Yingxiong soon discovered that he was facing greater defensive pressure, and... Once when he tried to break into the penalty area to grab a spot, he was hugged by the opposing player and fell to the ground. The individual entangled and rolled on the ground. He thought he would hear the referee's whistle, but Larionov, who was the guest interim referee, didn't say anything, just signaled the game to continue.

When this happened more than once, he began to understand what the group of people said just now.

This is Zenit's new trick, they will stop themselves by any means.

Dangerous fouls, merciless collisions, surrounded him with more bullying and less defensive action like wrestling judo...

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

Off the court, Chen Tao saw his son being thrown to the ground with fouls or rough defensive actions by the opponent. He wanted to take off but was dragged by his clothes... Several rounds of offense passed. Chen Yingxiong did not perform at all. There is no chance to use his header skills.

He was worried again.

The other party is really moving, his son... is he still able to deal with it?

Do not!

He can, he can definitely!

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

Chen Tao didn't know how his self-confidence came from, 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 don't think it is possible to score goals from this kind of defense even if you change to Tektronix..." After the physical coach Kelzakov tested Chen Yingxiong's body, he didn't know anything about him. Up. Since Chen Yingxiong's physical condition is very good, Krzakov has a good impression of him. He felt that Popovich had gone too far.

The Tekke he said is the main center of Zenit's first team-Fatih Tekke (fatih·tekke). The Turk is not very tall, only 1.78 meters, but the header is not bad. Wearing the No. 9 shirt, he has played fourteen times in the league this season and scored ten goals, four of which were headers.

No one paid any attention to his complaints. Everyone was staring at the stadium intently, carefully observing this completely unequal special confrontation.

For Chen Yingxiong, this is a bet on his future battle, although it is a more and more abnormal game-the opponent can be tacitly allowed to foul... But if he can't hand over to everyone in this game The answer sheet is convincing, then the end can be imagined. All his efforts will be in vain. He has no choice but to return to China, give up his dream of becoming a professional football player, go to university, and come out to find a job four years later, thus becoming one of the billions of ordinary Chinese.

That should be him in another parallel world, and definitely shouldn't be the hero of Chen in this world!

My father gave me such a name in order to make me a hero!

The temporary teammates are very dedicated to pass the football from the side. They are like robots with a programmed program. No matter whether Chen Yingxiong can grab a point or not, they will pass the football. If Chen Yingxiong can't get a header from the goal, the football will either pass through the penalty area or be cleared by the opponent, or let his temporary teammate get a shot.

But obviously they are not the protagonists, no matter if they score or not, they will not attract the attention of the coaches on the sidelines. There is only one protagonist in this game-Chen Yingxiong. There is only one theme event-the battle between Chen Yingxiong and the main defense of the Zenit St. Petersburg youth team.

Chen Yingxiong looked up at the football flying in the air, and the things that should have appeared clearly in his brain again. But his body didn't move at all, and he couldn't take a step forward-he was held tightly by his clothes by two youth team players.

Seeing that football is coming, he is fixed in place as if roots have taken place under his feet.

I am a hero...how can I be trapped by such a defense!

What is a hero?

The so-called hero is able to do things that ordinary people can't, and that ordinary people can't do, he can do it, and...must do it!

Chen Yingxiong gritted his teeth, his neck was flushed red, and the blue veins on his forehead were rising. He was struggling to get rid of his opponent's pull and interference.

Sergey Mironov, who was pulling his clothes, was also gnashing his teeth, his entire face was red and red from his neck, and his fingers were blanched-he pulled the jersey so hard. . Such an experience was the first time he encountered in his football career for so many years!

The pressure on one hand was a bit heavy, he put on both hands...

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

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

He was horrified to see that the jersey he was clutching was gradually torn in front of his eyes, and then the seam was torn bigger and bigger under the mutual influence of the two sides...

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

He was overjoyed and rushed forward suddenly. It was like a wild horse running off the rein, and like a tiger coming out of the cage.

Hearing a "stab", Chen Yingxiong was already flying in the air!

Krotkov, his central defender, and his central defender partner Yury Lebedev (yury Lebedev) jumped up head-on, and they were both in front of Chen Yingxiong and at the same time on his side. There is also a Zenit player, Victor Stroev.

The three men jumped up at the same time, flanking Chen Yingxiong.

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

What kind of answer would you give in the face of such a defense, the Chinese big man!

The answer sheet Chen Yingxiong handed in was to directly smash Krotkov and Lebedev who intercepted him frontally, and completely ignored Stov who was interfering around him.

The torn jersey spread out in the air like a flag, hunting in the wind. Blocking Stoff's sight.

When he saw Chen Yingxiong again, he only saw that the hero in the air was twisting his waist and accumulating his strength, just like a tightened towel, and then slammed it out!

Shake your head!

The football goes straight to the back point!

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

The football got into the goal long before he hit it!

The audience was silent, except for the rustle of football and the net.