The Zenit players who lost the ball were only frustrated for a moment before returning to normal. Captain Tymoshchuk was new to the team, and although he wore the captain's armband, it was Arshavin who encouraged his teammates.

"It's nothing! Let's give them one back!" Arshavin raised his arm high, holding up one finger.

Chen Hero was happy to hear this—just like I thought, worthy of being a member of the Eat-Drink-and-Be-Merry Gang.

Seeing Joao send the football into Zenit's goal, in a VIP box in the stands, a man suddenly stood up and cheered.

The other man sitting next to him looked at his companion helplessly.

The cheering man seemed to think that cheering in front of his chair wasn't enough, so he simply rushed to the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window and continued to celebrate the goal.

The television broadcast also seemed to understand, and quickly gave the box a close-up shot.

When the image of this man cheering appeared on television, it also appeared on the big screen at the stadium!

Then the cheers of the CSKA Moscow fans suddenly increased!

They cheered even louder, like a sudden storm.

The cheers startled the players on the field, and they all looked up at the big screen, and then gasped.

"The President?!"

Someone's voice trembled with surprise.

Chen Hero also recognized him. The person cheering on the big screen was none other than the current leader of Russia, President Vladimir Putin!

The President came to watch the game?

No one knew this before the game… Now that the President has appeared, it shows how much attention this game is getting…

Vladimir Putin is the President of Russia and a CSKA Moscow fan, a fact he has never shied away from. Under his leadership, CSKA Moscow achieved a breakthrough in European competition for Russian teams, becoming the undisputed king of Russian football.

Now he has come to the stadium to cheer for the team he supports!

The stadium was naturally filled with cheers, like the Tsar Peter the Great leading his troops in person, which boosted the morale of the entire army.

Gazzaev never thought that the President would come to the stadium to cheer for his team, but he realized that this was a great opportunity for CSKA!

Because the team will be full of morale, and now they are one goal ahead, as long as they take advantage of this momentum and score another goal… the outcome of this game will be decided!

So he rushed to the sideline and shouted to the CSKA players on the field: "We must continue to attack like this! We must score another goal as soon as possible!!"

Chen Hero didn't know what Gazzaev was shouting. He had been looking up at the big screen, seeing Putin, the number one fan of CSKA Moscow.

Now he turned his gaze back to the stands.

The CSKA fans in the stands were cheering excitedly, as if they were already the victors.

Chen Hero could understand them—the President personally coming to the stadium to cheer for the team he supports is no ordinary support…

He had heard before that Putin was a CSKA fan, but he didn't expect him to be so crazy as to come to the stadium in person to cheer for the team.

The President's team?

Hey, then I'll score a goal in front of the President today!

In the midst of the huge cheers, after President Putin appeared to support CSKA Moscow, Chen Hero's fighting spirit became even stronger. The thought of slapping those people in the face in front of the President, forcing them to swallow their boos!

"Hey, Vladimir, what you're doing… is not fair!"

When Putin finished celebrating the goal and walked back to his seat, the man sitting next to him spoke, his expression a little helpless.

Putin laughed: "Who told my favorite team to score? You have to understand the feelings of a CSKA Moscow fan, Dmitry."

He turned around and sat down in his chair, unscrewing a bottle of mineral water and taking a sip. Shouting so loudly to celebrate the goal had made his throat a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, don't think I don't know, you're deliberately creating momentum for CSKA. Look at them now, how high their flames are!" The man pointed to the big screen TV in the box. Most of the time, they weren't watching the field, but the live broadcast on TV… After all, some shots were clearer on the live broadcast.

"Hey, Dmitry, watch your words. What do you mean 'flames'? It's 'morale', 'morale'!" Putin protested.

The man laughed: "You have to understand the feelings of a Saint Petersburg Zenit fan, Vladimir."

Putin curled his lips, stopped talking, and began to watch the game seriously.

The man next to him also stopped talking, the teasing smile on his face gradually disappeared, and seriousness gradually climbed onto his face.

The game continued, and stimulated by Putin's sudden appearance, CSKA Moscow launched a fierce attack on Zenit. It was obvious that Putin had given them great fighting spirit and confidence, and even made these players perform more smoothly during the game.

At first, Chen Hero didn't go back to defend, always thinking that his teammates would kick the ball to the front in the chaos, and then he would receive the ball, run all the way, overcome all obstacles, and finally go one-on-one with Akinfeev, the captain and goalkeeper of the Russian national team, and score the ball into CSKA's goal.

But later he found that CSKA's attack was too fierce, and his sense of responsibility made him rush back to help the team defend.

Unexpectedly, Captain Tymoshchuk spat and waved at him: "Go back!"

The Ukrainian's words were very simple, but undeniable.

"Even if we can score more goals in the front, it won't help if we keep losing goals in the back…" Chen Hero's biggest problem is that he always tells the truth, which Arshavin summed up correctly.

"Bullshit, we've only lost one!" Tymoshchuk waved his hand.

"But…" Chen Hero looked worriedly at the penalty area. During this period, CSKA's attack was too strong, and Zenit's defense looked embarrassed. The white jersey on the captain was discolored, and his long hair was a little messy.

"If you don't go back, we'll continue to lose goals. If you're in the front, we have hope of scoring. Go back and score goals. They're pressing so far forward now, there's nothing but space behind them." Tymoshchuk grinned.

Chen Hero knew that the captain had seen everything, and he had nothing to say. He obediently turned around and ran back.

If he still can't help in defense, then he can only maximize his role in offense…

CSKA Moscow went completely crazy during this period. It seemed that everything they did was right. Every attack made the CSKA fans cheer, and made the Zenit fans' hearts beat faster. It made people feel that if the forwards were more powerful and had a stronger ability to seize opportunities, they might have already led Zenit by a large score, and the suspense of this game would have ended early.

But Tymoshchuk, as a defensive midfielder, saw it very accurately. CSKA Moscow was attacking, attacking, and attacking frantically. Every attack seemed to set off huge waves, bringing great threats to Zenit's goal. This made them feel confident and intend to completely defeat this opponent who had once made them taste the taste of humiliation in this or the next attack.

Putin's appearance was obviously like giving them a shot of stimulant.

But if the dose of the stimulant is not well controlled… it may cause excessive excitement and even hallucinations, and lose the ability to judge calmly.

Like now.

The man in the box initially complained inwardly about why the hero was just standing stupidly in the front and not helping the team defend. Of course, he discovered the problem.

Then he glanced at Putin next to him and found that the President was excited and red-faced for every attack by CSKA Moscow, clenching his fists and constantly cheering.

He chuckled in his heart, adjusted his posture, and prepared to watch the show.

Skrtel headed Zhirkov's cross out.

Dominguez retreated very deep and used his chest to cushion the headed-out football. Of course, CSKA Moscow players quickly pressed up.

Dominguez immediately passed the football to Tymoshchuk. Tymoshchuk did not covet possession of the ball, but directly passed the football to Arshavin, who was pulling towards the wing.

This pass was very timely, avoiding the sliding tackle of the CSKA players. The football obediently arrived at Arshavin's feet.

Arshavin turned around, let the football pass, and then took the football forward and sprinted!

Seeing Arshavin complete this series of actions in the middle, Chen Hero also rushed forward!

A burst of exclamation sounded from the stands!

At this time, CSKA Moscow had just completed a fierce attack. Their two full-backs had pressed forward, and even the center-backs had pressed near the center circle. There were large areas of space in the backfield!

Arshavin only dribbled the ball for two steps before looking up to observe the situation on the field.

He saw Chen Hero in the middle, and the two CSKA Moscow center-backs, Ignashevich and Semberas, one was rushing towards him, and the other was chasing Chen Hero.

At this moment, he saw Chen Hero, while running, raise his hand and point to the sky.

Arshavin was stunned for a moment. This action was to ask him… to pass the football up, to pass an aerial ball!

What does he want to do?

It's still more than thirty meters away from the goal, why pass a high ball now?

Could it be…

A thought emerged from Arshavin's mind and could no longer be suppressed.

He sent the football out, as Chen Hero wished, a high ball!

When Akinfeev saw Arshavin dribbling the ball forward, he was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the opponent's counterattack to be so fast…

Just as he was planning to wait and see what happened and see how the opponent's counterattack would be played, another scene that surprised him appeared. He saw that Arshavin actually passed the football up directly when he hadn't even crossed the halfway line!

A super long-distance forty-five-degree angle diagonal long pass!

The commentator was shocked!

"Arshavin dribbles the ball! This is a great opportunity for Zenit to counterattack… Uh? He passed the ball! He directly passed the football to Hero…" Originally, it wouldn't be too strange to get to this point, directly transferring the football from the wing to the center, so that the football could be closer to the goal and get a better shooting angle. This is also commonly used in counterattacks.

But Arshavin's pass was obviously too high…

"Too high! This pass is too high, it is almost impossible for Hero to stop this ball…"

Yuri Petrov exclaimed.

Akinfeev was still hesitating whether to wait and see what happened, when he saw that the football had already reached the center. But for him, this meant an opportunity, because this ball was a little high. Even if that big center forward could control the ball, it wouldn't be so easy. On the contrary, it gave him a chance to shorten the distance between himself and him and block his shooting angle.

Thinking of this, Akinfeev moved forward a few steps, almost standing near the penalty spot. If the opponent wanted to shoot directly from a distance, he could also block the opponent's long shot well from this position.

Ignashevich watched the football fly over. He was next to Chen Hero. This was a high ball. If the opponent wanted to stop the ball, he would definitely have to jump up with his chest, or stop the ball with irregular movements. This would give him time to stick to him. As long as he let him stick to him, he could guarantee that this kid would not be able to shoot successfully…

So when Chen Hero suddenly sprinted forward and jumped up, he didn't jump up with him, but looked up at him from below. He was looking forward to Chen Hero being entangled by him because of stopping the ball.

Everyone thought so. Chen Hero jumped high and should use his chest to stop the ball.

Unexpectedly, under the public gaze, Chen Hero, who was high above, did not use his chest to stop any ball, nor did he make the low-level mistake of missing the top of the ball.

Instead, he swung his head towards the ball!

Like a baseball bat hitting a flying baseball!

The football drew a not-so-obvious arc and flew directly towards the goal behind Akinfeev!

When Chen Hero jumped up and headed for the goal, an ominous premonition suddenly emerged from the bottom of the Russian national team's goalkeeper's heart, and then this ominous feeling was realized!

He watched in horror as the football did not stop, but flew directly in another direction, and… the height was still very high! High enough that he couldn't even touch it even if he jumped up!

After Arshavin passed the ball, he watched all the subsequent procedures on the center line. When he saw the football really pass over his national teammate Akinfeev's head, his eyes widened, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

"This is… woah—" Yuri Petrov only had exclamations left in his mouth.

Putin in the box watched in disbelief as the football flew over Akinfeev's head like this, and then flew straight towards the empty goal behind…

The man next to him raised his shoulders, ready to cheer.

The boos that had been ringing non-stop were insignificant at this time. Everyone was staring at the football flying in the air.

They watched the football fly over Akinfeev, and then… plunged into the net!

"Goal—!!!"

This cheer flashed across the sky above the Luzhniki Stadium like a thunderclap.