Chen Yingxiong's goal left everyone speechless. Many hadn't even reacted—what had they just seen? A big, clumsy guy charged straight at the opposing defender, and then they both jumped. The defender was knocked to the ground! And the clumsy guy headed the ball in...

It was a shocking scene!

However, one person in the stands seemed indifferent. He wore a t-shirt and jeans, looking like an ordinary person. Slightly overweight, he'd be lost in a crowd.

A faint, iridescent glow flashed across the man's face, fleeting in an instant. Watching the boy roaring with his head thrown back on the field, he smiled.

The referee was the first to react. He blew his whistle, but not to signal that Chen Yingxiong's goal was good. Instead, he called an offensive foul!

"Charging!" The referee raised his arm, signaling a free kick for the defense.

Chen Yingxiong had been triumphantly roaring, fully venting his emotions. He never expected this result, which made his celebration look like a joke… Stunned, he then angrily questioned the referee, "Are you kidding me? Which eye saw me charging?!" In his agitation, he even used Chinese instead of English…

He rushed up to the referee, bent down, and opened his mouth wide to question him. Like a beast about to devour the referee.

A sharp, piercing whistle sounded again, and the referee gave Chen Yingxiong a yellow card!

His head clouded with anger, Chen Yingxiong didn't realize how inappropriate his actions were. This yellow card was well-deserved. Arguing with the referee after being called for a foul was sure to earn him a yellow card.

But he didn't think his action was a foul at all. He just thought the defender was too weak!

Just as he was about to continue questioning the referee, his teammates grabbed him.

Three teammates rushed up to drag him away.

"Enough, Hero! Enough..."

"Are you crazy?! Do you want to be sent off!"

They shouted in Russian, and Chen Yingxiong didn't understand a word. But he realized his situation—it was really dangerous. If his teammates had been any slower, he probably would have gotten a red card.

Impulsiveness is a demon… Although his father told him not to be impulsive, sometimes he couldn't control his emotions, especially when he was extremely excited, like after scoring a goal.

However, his teammates were so helpful in pulling him away. Could it be that dinner had something to do with it?

While Chen Yingxiong was shouting at the referee, Popovich was really worried—he was afraid the kid would get a red card and be sent off, completely ruining his debut... Being sent off with a red card only four minutes after coming on the field would be the fastest red card record in the youth league this year, right?

Seeing him being dragged away by his teammates, he breathed a sigh of relief.

This kid really doesn't let anyone rest easy…

He turned his head and glanced at the head coach Advocaat next to him, wanting to see his reaction.

What he saw surprised him—Advocaat's face was full of excitement!

"He's a great center forward!" he praised.

Popovich thought he had misheard.

His assistant coach, Potter, also thought he had misheard.

Advocaat continued, listing Chen Yingxiong's advantages. "He has height, he has jumping ability, he has strength, and he has excellent heading skills!"

Potter tried to argue, "But his temper seems a bit impulsive..."

Advocaat shook his head, disagreeing with his assistant's opinion. "He's a young player, it's normal for him to be a bit impulsive! Compared to his temper, his physical qualities and heading ability are more interesting!"

But Potter still had something to say.

"Even so... I didn't see him break through five people... And no matter what, he fouled. If he didn't score, then there's no point."

Popovich glared at Potter. He didn't know what this guy was thinking, why he had to deny Chen Yingxiong. Did he have a grudge against Chen Yingxiong?

Advocaat shook his head. "That's meaningless. He can knock five people away and shoot the ball in, or he can head the ball in like that. There's no difference, as long as he can score. From what I've seen so far, I think he has the ability."

While Advocaat was praising him, Chen Yingxiong had calmed down on the field.

The referee disallowed such a beautiful goal, and he admitted he was angry. But as long as he stayed on the field, he would have the chance to score again.

He didn't believe he couldn't impress the first team coach and assistant coach on the sidelines—he didn't know that he had already impressed Advocaat with just that "invalid goal."

To be honest, Pavlov was completely frightened when Chen Yingxiong scored. He didn't expect that his team's strongest center back would be at a complete disadvantage in the confrontation with that number 33…

Fortunately, the referee disallowed the goal, so he was only scared for nothing.

But soon he realized that it was not for nothing at all—what was coming was coming after all…

After the game restarted, the Zenit youth team continued to attack Tomsk's defense. Their means of attack were very simple, ridiculously simple, but unusually effective. The two wingers frequently crossed high balls into the penalty area, and the rest was just watching the show…

Chen Yingxiong jumped high and headed the ball again, overpowering Davidenko again!

This time, goalkeeper Zvyetkov made a save. He desperately pushed the ball over the crossbar. Although he saved Chen Yingxiong's header, he didn't feel happy at all, because a corner kick was coming right after…

Chen Yingxiong stood in front of the goal, right in the middle, and raised his hands high, signaling to the teammate taking the corner kick to pass the ball to him. Everyone's eyes were on him. After seeing his aerial performance just now, everyone was eager to see his next wonderful performance!

Davidenko and Raschitaev closely surrounded Chen Yingxiong.

But it was futile. Davidenko was completely unable to compete with Chen Yingxiong physically, and Raschitaev, who was weaker than him, was even worse…

The three of them jumped at the same time, and Davidenko and Raschitaev were defeated one after another. Chen Yingxiong got the landing point right!

Heading the ball!

The ball went straight to the far post!

Zvyetkov dived to save, but this time he couldn't save the goal. His fortress… had fallen!

The hundreds of people in the stands once again let out huge cheers. Many people applauded and whistled to express their excitement.

Before Chen Yingxiong came on, this was just a very ordinary youth league game. Besides the very few hardcore Zenit fans sitting in the stands, most of them were the relatives of these young players.

The game was far from exciting. Apart from two goals, most of the game was uneventful.

But all this changed from the moment Chen Yingxiong came on the field. His explosive headers in the penalty area ignited the passion of the fans in the stands. He recklessly flaunted his physical and heading ability, knocking down the opponent's defenders, and arguing with the referee, which made the fans in the stands also experience a surge of adrenaline.

Even his celebration after scoring could make the fans in the stands feel excited.

Popovich turned his head and looked at the lively stands. The fans were all standing on their seats, applauding, whistling, and cheering. He had rarely seen such a scene in the several years he had coached the youth team…

This kid really has a natural star quality!

He suddenly had a feeling—his youth team might not be able to keep this kid for long…

This time Chen Yingxiong could celebrate the goal without restraint. No one fell to the ground, so naturally there was no foul.

After landing, he jumped up again and punched the air to celebrate the goal.

And the referee blew his whistle and pointed to the center circle—the goal was valid!

This was his first goal in the Zenit youth team!

He had only joined the team two and a half weeks ago, and the first goal came so quickly that many people were surprised—including those who knew him best.

After seeing Chen Yingxiong jump twice in a row, Advocaat was even more convinced that he was optimistic about him. He had just jumped up to compete for the header, and immediately jumped up again to celebrate the goal without stopping, and the height of these two jumps was not low, this kid has jumping ability that is completely inconsistent with his figure…

Chen Yingxiong's goal helped the Zenit youth team take a 2:1 lead over the Tomsk youth team.

If Chen Yingxiong had any dissatisfaction with this goal, it was that it was just an ordinary youth league game, held in a closed, small indoor stadium, with only a few hundred people in the stands, maybe even less than five hundred.

Their cheers were not loud enough, and there was no broadcast shouting "gooL" to cheer him on. There was no TV broadcast, so naturally there was no commentator spitting and racking his brains to think of all the praise he could to praise his header.

Something like: "...Hero's header is really beautiful! He is flying in the sky like a heavy bomber! A sharp alarm sounded in front of the Tomsk youth team's goal! ...Under Hero's aerial advantage, there is no player in Tomsk who can fight him! They can only run away with their heads in their hands!"

Chen Yingxiong liked this kind of passionate commentary.

But all this cannot be satisfied now. On the small stage of the youth league, he can only yy himself...

He looked up at the empty stands of the stadium and clenched his fists.

One day, I will be celebrating goals in front of crowded stands!

And this day, I won't let it come too late!