Chapter 1 Booth's Intentional or Unintentional Dodge

Booth's intentional or unintentional dodge filled Chen Hero's heart with joy and confidence. He knew that his desperate style of play had worked.

In fact, after several collisions, he was called for two fouls and had a lot of wounds on his body. He never frowned, but jumped up every time and rushed towards Booth.

The baldy yielded? Then I'll take it a step further!

Chen Hero collided with Booth again and again, causing exclamations from the stands from time to time. But it also made the reporters even more confused.

"Is that kid running into a wall?"

"What's going on? Can he score a goal like this?"

"Does he think he can defeat Booth with brute force alone?"

Chen Hero couldn't hear the doubts from the stands. He was now full of fighting spirit and confidence, and planned to fight Booth to the death in the air. The weapon was naturally... his body!

Let's see if you can endure it, or if I can endure it!

Every impact was a contest of bone against bone, muscle against muscle, with a muffled thud ringing in his ears, followed by a splash of sweat.

Then came a burst of pain.

But Chen Hero didn't care at all.

His idea was very simple. Now, what was blocking his way was a thick wall. He couldn't go around it, and he couldn't climb over it, so he only had this one way—to knock it down!

This method was actually quite stupid and lacked any technical content. But this was the only way Chen Hero had at the moment. And... it really suited Chen Hero's style.

Whoever blocks my way, I'll knock them over!

Whoever blocks my way, I'll kill them!

Not even gods or Buddhas can stop me, so what can you, you bald-headed monk, do?!

Although Chen Hero did not gain an advantage in the previous contest with the Soviet Wings defenders, his teammates did not change their minds and continued to pass the ball to him tirelessly.

This made Li Hao a little unhappy—he really couldn't figure out why this Chinese kid was more popular in the team than the three of them Koreans...

He didn't like this arrogant, conceited, and boastful Chinese.

But one person can't change anything. In just a few games, Hyun Young-min, one of the three Koreans, had gradually lost his starting position and was becoming more and more marginalized.

Now, only Li Hao and Kim Dong-jin could still enter the starting lineup. So he couldn't understand why that Chinese kid, who couldn't do anything but head the ball, could sit firmly in the starting lineup.

However, his dissatisfaction could not change the fact that the whole team was serving Chen Hero.

In fact, the teammates who passed the ball to Chen Hero were also looking forward to it. They wanted to see what Chen Hero would do when facing such a powerful defender.

Could he still complete a hat trick?

This was almost the suspense in the hearts of all Zenit players.

Arshavin was constantly fulfilling his promise to Chen Hero yesterday, as long as he broke through to the bottom, he would definitely send a high cross if he had the opportunity!

"Arshavin is a bit abnormal today... Although he usually likes to assist his teammates, he seems particularly thorough today... I haven't seen him take a few decent shots..." The commentator was also very puzzled.

Of course he was puzzled. No outsider knew what was going on inside Zenit.

When Arshavin got past Soviet Wings' left-back Suad Filekovic, he looked up at the penalty area to confirm Chen Hero's condition—even if he wanted to help Chen Hero, he couldn't just ignore everything and cross the ball blindly, right? That wouldn't be helping Chen Hero, that would be hurting him.

When he looked up, he saw Chen Hero on the edge of the penalty area raising his right hand, signaling him to pass a high ball.

Then pass it!

Arshavin kicked the ball towards the middle.

Seeing Arshavin crossing, Chen Hero accelerated and rushed into the penalty area.

Booth gritted his teeth when he saw Chen Hero rushing over, preparing to meet the enemy.

Although his ribs were bruised and swollen from the collisions, and it hurt with every touch, as the last barrier in front of the goalkeeper, he resolutely jumped up.

Never retreat!

The two met in the air again!

At the same time, a little ahead of them, another center-back, Khosin, also jumped up, intending to head the ball out first—from the way Booth always covered his chest with his hands, he could tell that his teammate was in some trouble.

However, his judgment of the ball's landing point was off, and he didn't head the ball when he jumped up, but let the ball leak past.

The two gritting their teeth and with ferocious expressions collided again!

"Bang!"

"Here it comes again!" the commentator shouted.

Similarly, both of them lost their balance at the same time and fell down.

But what was different from the past was... Soviet Wings' goalkeeper Eduardo Lobos turned his head in surprise to look at the upper side of his body, where the ball had just flown over the goal line!

"Goal... Goal!"

"Гoл" is the Russian word for goal, pronounced similarly to "gol".

The commentator was stunned for a moment, then shouted.

Chen Hero and Booth collided too violently in the air just now, and many people even closed their eyes reflexively, so few people saw clearly how the ball went in.

But that's not important. What's important is... the ball went in!

Chen Hero, who had fallen to the ground, looked up at the goal and saw the ball landing right on the grass inside the goal line...

Goal?

Goal!

Goal!!

Chen Hero roared and jumped up from the ground, spreading his arms and running towards Arshavin, who had assisted him.

"Beautiful! He did it!" Denisov on the bench jumped up from his seat and shouted, waving his fist. "The first goal!!"

The other substitutes also got up from their seats and jumped up to celebrate the goal.

On the field, the other Zenit teammates also rushed towards Chen Hero to celebrate the goal.

Chen Hero rushed over and hugged Arshavin tightly, then lifted him up directly!

"Thank you, Shava!" he shouted excitedly at Arshavin.

Arshavin's face turned red. "You... too... strong..." He was almost speechless.

Chen Hero realized this and put Arshavin down.

Then his teammates rushed up and surrounded him, while Arshavin took the opportunity to retreat to the side, gasping for breath.

This kid is so strong... That's all Arshavin could think.

The other teammates who rushed up patted Chen Hero's shoulders, back, and head hard. "First one, first one! Well done, Hero!" they shouted while patting Chen Hero.

When Chen Hero struggled out of the crowd, his hair was already comparable to "Nestlé."

But he didn't care about that. Instead, he raised one finger towards the stand where the media section was located.

One goal!

The "Face-Covering Kings" better cover their faces well, or I'll slap them into pieces!

The reporters in the media section may not have understood the meaning of Chen Hero's gesture, because many players would raise their index finger towards the stand after scoring a goal.

But they were still very surprised. Because Chen Hero, who they thought was affected by clubbing, actually scored a goal!

For a striker, scoring a goal means being in good form. That's how simple it is to evaluate a striker. But they definitely didn't expect that in this game, within Zenit, the standard for Chen Hero to be in good form was... three goals, a hat trick!

Some people couldn't help but touch their faces...

The reporters all had complex feelings and different experiences. The fans didn't care so much. They let out a huge cheer after Chen Hero scored: "Hero!!"

Russia is a very xenophobic country with serious racial discrimination. But Chen Hero quickly won the love of many Zenit fans, and they were able to shout his name loudly after he scored. This shows that Chen Hero has established his position, and it's all because he can keep scoring goals.

"This is his third goal in his third game! This Hero is simply crazy! Where did he come from?" Sergeyevsky, the commentator of the local St. Petersburg TV station, also roared excitedly. "It's rare for an eighteen-year-old to perform like this! He has scored in all three of his debut games, but Hero did it! Please remember, his name is Hero!"

This time, Chen Hero didn't show the number on his back to the camera lens after scoring, because he didn't have to do that anymore...

Sergeyevsky vaguely felt that he was witnessing the rise of a future star.

While Zenit fans in St. Petersburg were celebrating the goal wildly, Soviet Wings players were a little depressed.

Seeing the ball headed into the goal, Soviet Wings coach Gadzhiev put his hands on his head, his face full of disappointment.

And the other Soviet Wings players stood blankly on the field. Although the defense before was dangerous, they were able to turn danger into safety every time. Booth and Khosin's defense was excellent, and the opponent's arrowhead character was completely contained. Who would have thought that the loss of the ball would come so unexpectedly...

For them, the goal was unexpected, but for Booth, it wasn't completely unexpected. When he collided with Chen Hero in the air again and again, the "bang, bang, bang" impact was hammering his heart, like a countdown, reminding him that danger was approaching.

Falling to the ground with Chen Hero, Matthew Booth did not get up immediately. He turned over on the ground, looked up at the clear blue sky, and gasped for breath.

This time, he didn't retreat, not even half a step. He had a head-on collision with that number 99. He succeeded in knocking down his opponent, and he was also knocked down by the opponent, but he failed to prevent the ball from flying into the goal.

So he still failed.

A center-back cannot afford... a single mistake!

A hand reached out.

Khosin's face appeared in front of him.

"How are you?"

Booth looked towards the sky: "Good opponent."

"Next time... we'll double-team him!"

Booth took Khosin's hand and got up from the ground.

"Okay!"