Mazzarri was eager for the team to score, while Mourinho calmed down. He only roared when Chen Hero almost pushed the football into the goal. The Inter Milan players heard his roar and quickly made adjustments. He had nothing to worry about. Everything was going according to his plan.

Inter Milan weathered the opponent's frantic offensive on the road, and now they are gradually adjusting, playing Napoli's defensive counterattack.

Mourinho crossed his legs on the coach's bench. He thought Mazzarri was a really interesting person. Did he not know that he was very good at playing defensive counterattacks?

Still pressing up to attack like this, isn't he afraid of being countered by Inter Milan?

He had nothing to worry about. The game had reached this point, and it shouldn't be a problem for Inter Milan to win this game.

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Just as Mourinho was feeling carefree, Chen Hero was fighting with Cordoba in the penalty area, who liked to use small tricks.

When Arshavin crossed the ball, Chen Hero rushed forward to fight for the header. At this time, he felt Cordoba tugging at his clothes from the side, which slowed his momentum slightly. But Chen Hero did not give up the idea of continuing to rush forward. Cordoba's small pulling actions couldn't last forever. He always let go after pulling for a moment, just to disrupt Chen Hero's rhythm.

The movements were quite concealed, basically invisible. Unlike some defenders, who grabbed your clothes as if they wouldn't let go until they tore them.

When Cordoba grabbed the jersey, Chen Hero needed to use more force to break free. And when Cordoba suddenly let go, he had already increased the power output, like a car with the accelerator pedal to the floor and then suddenly released the handbrake, rushing out quickly, resulting in a complete inability to control stability and timing...

He headed the ball high.

Lying on the ground, he glared back at Cordoba.

The old defender, who had played for Inter Milan for many years, was holding up his hands, indicating that he had not made any additional movements at all.

And the referee was obviously deceived by his appearance and did not call Cordoba for a foul.

It was a pity that Chen Hero wouldn't fake a fall. Otherwise, when Cordoba grabbed his clothes, he would immediately raise his hands, lean forward, fall to the ground exaggeratedly, and let out an exaggerated wail, maybe he could even get a penalty.

Chen Hero got up from the ground, thinking that he had given the opponent too much time, so that the opponent could pull his jersey so calmly.

What if he was a little faster, so that the opponent didn't have time to pull him at all?

Taking advantage of a dead ball opportunity, he ran to Arshavin's side.

"Shava, can you pass the ball faster?" he asked.

Arshavin understood Chen Hero's meaning, but he had concerns: "If I pass it too fast, I'm afraid you won't be able to head it, the time is too tight..."

"It's okay, I want the time to be tight. Just pass the football to the front of the goal at the fastest speed, it's my fault if I can't head it!" Chen Hero patted Arshavin on the shoulder and ran away.

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Next, the Inter Milan players noticed a change in Napoli's wing attack.

Arshavin's passes were more sudden, and the speed of the football was also faster. In the past, in order to take advantage of Chen Hero's height advantage, Arshavin's crosses were higher and more floating, and the football spent more time in the air. Although it fell from the air closest to the top of Chen Hero's head, it also gave the Inter Milan defenders time to prepare.

Therefore, with Cordoba's small movements, Chivu was still able to compete with Chen Hero in terms of headers.

Now the situation has changed. Although the opponent's passes are lower, even Cordoba can head the ball, but the ball speed is faster. Now the feeling is that the football is flying quickly across the front of the Inter Milan penalty area like a shooting star. Any delay may cause a missed header.

In fact, Arshavin's crosses were not so precise before, but with Chen Hero joining Zenit, and with Advocaat establishing a tactic with Chen Hero as the core of the attack, Arshavin's crossing skills have also improved significantly in practice and matches. Now he can basically cross the ball as he pleases.

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Chen Hero tried it, and he found that it was easier for him to head this kind of ball. Although the football was likely to be headed out by Chivu, Maxwell, and others before him.

But as long as the football can bypass the front defenders and fall within his range, Cordoba can't stop him!

Just now, the football flew over like lightning, and he rushed forward with all his strength. Not only did he break free from Cordoba's defense in one fell swoop, but he also headed the football. It's just that he headed the ball too squarely, and it was slapped out by Cesar, who was guarding the goal line, and then kicked out of the sideline by Maicon with a big foot.

Although he didn't score a goal, Chen Hero saw hope. So he didn't hold his head in his hands this time.

He turned around and smiled at Cordoba, showing his teeth.

Your good days are over!

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Of course, this kind of low pass may not always hit Chen Hero's head. So for the first few times, Chen Hero basically didn't head the football, but this would not change his decision.

In the thirty-fourth minute, Arshavin once again passed the football at a fast speed and a low arc. This time, the football bypassed the defending Maxwell, and made a large arc.

In order to prevent the arc from flying too close to the goal and being directly obtained by the goalkeeper, Arshavin did not rush to the end line to pass the ball. Even if it was not taken by the goalkeeper, it would most likely fly directly out of bounds.

He decisively crossed the ball just where he was in a straight line with the edge of the penalty box!

The football was not high, about a little higher than a person, but the ball speed was very fast, like a crescent scimitar, cutting through the Inter Milan penalty area.

Tearing apart their defense!

The football bypassed Maxwell at the front end. Chivu originally planned to head the ball, but he found that the football was a little far away from him. By the time he ran over, the ball had already flown away.

Just the moment this thought occurred in his mind, the football had already flown past him.

He turned his head with the football...

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When Arshavin passed the football, Chen Hero and Cordoba were still outside the penalty area.

This time, Cordoba didn't intend to pull Chen Hero's jersey with his hands anymore. It would be so uncreative if every small movement was the same... In fact, it was because his experience and intuition told him - if he continued to pull like this, he wouldn't be able to hold this bear.

So this time he blocked Chen Hero's path with half of his body. He planned to entangle Chen Hero with both hands and feet, interfering with his attempt to score. Even if this was a foul, it would only be a free kick outside the penalty area.

He started in advance and blocked Chen Hero's path.

When he pinned his hopes on using this method to interfere with Chen Hero, Chen Hero crashed into him.

He only felt as if he had been hit from behind by a speeding heavy truck. His whole body lost its balance and center of gravity, and tilted to the other side. When he looked up in surprise, he saw Napoli's number 9, with an awe-inspiring aura, rushing into the penalty area, and then... jumping up!

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"There is not a single defender around him! In front of him, there is only Julio Cesar!"

The Napoli radio commentator shouted.

"Hero—"

All eyes were focused on Chen Hero in the penalty area. In the huge penalty area, he was the only one jumping forward, the only protagonist of this stage.

In the next second, he headed forward with the force of the rush!

At the same time, a look of horror flashed across the face of Julio Cesar in front of him - he widened his eyes, opened his mouth, as if trying to call for support.

But now, no one can support him, he can only rely on himself!

He jumped out - but that was after the football flew into the goal.

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"herooooooooooooooooo——gooooooooooooooooooooooL!!!" The Napoli radio commentator jumped up from his seat, raised his arms, and roared to the sky.

"Hero! Hero! Hero! Hero Hero Hero Hero - Hero!!!" Other television commentators also roared.

"In the thirty-fourth minute of the first half, Napoli took the lead!! They lead Inter Milan 1-0 at their home!"

"They are ahead of Mourinho's team! They are behind Mourinho at their home!!"

"Chen Hero! Header - beautiful! beautiful! The ball is really beautiful!!"

"Not a foul, not a foul! Chen Hero didn't have any movements on his arms when he rushed forward. This is a reasonable collision. It's only Cordoba's fault for being too weak!"

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Chen Hero, who landed, saw the football go into the goal. He turned around and ran towards the... Inter Milan coaching bench on the sidelines.

On the way, he kept waving his hand to reject his teammates who were planning to come up and celebrate the goal with him. He rushed straight to the front of the away team's coaching bench, and then he stood on the sidelines.

At this time, some people on the Inter Milan coaching bench and on the bench had already gotten up. They stood up one after another, walked towards Chen Hero, waved their hands at him, shouted loudly, and warned him not to mess around.

Chen Hero simply ignored them, letting those people point at him and roar loudly. He lifted up his jersey and thrust his body forward!

He showed Mourinho, who was standing in front of him, the words on the vest inside:

"To Mourinho:

Now you know who I am, right?

From Hero."

The accusations from the Inter Milan coaches and players became louder. Their fingers almost poked Chen Hero's face, but before they could really poke him, they were pushed away by the Napoli players who rushed over.

Chen Hero stood with his legs apart in front of Mourinho. Mourinho had been standing on the sidelines directing the game, so the distance between the two people now was from the sideline to the edge of the command area.

Mourinho held his head high and did not look at Chen Hero, who was close at hand, but Chen Hero was taller than him, so even if she looked up, he could see Chen Hero's arrogant face. Unless... he turned his face away.

But he maintained this posture and did not change, as if he did not want others to know that he was deliberately avoiding Chen Hero - that would show weakness.

He didn't intend to show weakness. So he maintained his previous posture, looking at the front, as if the person standing in front of him was not a living person who was one meter and ninety-three tall, but just a cloud of air. His eyes could penetrate Chen Hero and cast towards the stadium.

Around them, the Napoli players and the Inter Milan players were squeezed together. Some conflicts broke out between the two sides because of Chen Hero's provocation.

But between them, Chen Hero and Mourinho were like people who did not belong to the same world at all. Mourinho stood with his head held high, while Chen Hero maintained the posture of lifting his jersey, stubbornly showing the words on his chest to the person who ignored him.

Someone laughed.

"These two people together are really like Mars colliding with Earth! Haha!"

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ps, this is the war between the Crazy One and the Crazy Bear!

Seeking monthly tickets!!