Chen Yingxiong rolled up his sleeves, ready for a major battle with his opponents.

He waved towards the sideline and shouted, "Again!"

Then he faced the defenders head-on, preparing to charge in and fight them in the air.

He saw the youth team defender who had been guarding him.

Before, he had been defeated by this person again and again. The other's disdain and impatience had brought him failure and trauma time after time.

Compared to that guy, he, the loser, seemed particularly pathetic—a big guy over 1.9 meters tall, unable to win a high ball against someone half a head shorter than him…

In the eyes of others, he must have looked like a stray dog, falling to the ground again and again, unable to win a header.

And that defender looked down on him time after time. Chen Yingxiong could guess what kind of look he had in his eyes.

Now, facing this opponent, Chen Yingxiong suddenly grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth.

Savelyev was a little surprised that the guy opposite him suddenly smiled at him.

Is this kid showing me friendliness?

Get lost, I don't need friendliness!

I'm going to teach you a good lesson! In the sky, where you think you're best!

Savelyev shifted his gaze, staring at the sideline.

There, the passing player was preparing to cross.

The football was passed again, drawing an arc as it flew towards the penalty area in front of the goal.

Chen Yingxiong had been staring at the football from the moment the opponent crossed, and when the football flew up, he started to move, charging towards Savelyev!

"He's practically committing suicide!" Someone on the sidelines couldn't help but exclaim.

"I've never seen such a stupid way to fight for a landing point..."

In the opinion of these people, the last time Savelyev was knocked out of the air by Chen Yingxiong must have been an accident. Such an accident could not happen twice in a row, so this time the oriental big guy was doomed!

This time, Savelyev didn't stare at the football. He kept looking at Chen Yingxiong, watching him rush towards him, he was a little surprised—did this kid want to score a goal, or did he want to…

Suddenly he felt something was wrong!

Instead of jumping up to compete with Chen Yingxiong, he bent down and ducked his head, and Chen Yingxiong jumped up and crashed into him…

Chen Yingxiong's whole body was pressed against Savelyev, so when Savelyev ducked his head and bent over, he naturally lost all support…

Having lost his balance, Chen Yingxiong watched the football fly past him, unable to head it, because he was already falling from the sky!

Like a car rushing off a cliff, Chen Yingxiong plunged headfirst after reaching the highest point!

Once again, Chen Yingxiong fell to the ground, and this time the fall was not light… he fell headfirst!

Chen Tao couldn't help but clench his heart on the sidelines, fearing that something might happen to his son.

He could even hear the gasps of air around him.

What would be the result of such a tall and strong man falling headfirst from a height of about 1.7 meters? These people knew it just by thinking about it. In football matches, there are often such scenes, but most of the people who fall down instinctively use their hands to support the ground as a buffer to protect themselves.

But Chen Yingxiong's full attention was on the football in the air just now. He had just raised his head, rushed over, and then jumped up.

Then he plunged headfirst, his arms outstretched and raised, giving him no chance to support the ground as a buffer.

Many people were thinking—this fall is not light. That kid is definitely done for, is this game over?

To be honest, the Central Army coach felt a little bored with this "game"—was it worth it for the mighty Moscow Central Army, a giant in the Russian Super League, to bicker with a child for so long?

At first, they wanted to tease this person, but who would have thought that he would stand up again and again like an unkillable tumbler. Even the harder you punch, the faster he stands up. It's like he has springs all over his body.

What's the fun in that?

"Nikolai..." Someone next to him was about to speak.

Latysh also felt very bored, he waved his hand, and was about to say forget it, let's end it here.

Who would have thought that the big guy who had fallen headfirst jumped up again!

He shouted at Mayukov: "That was a foul by the other side, right!"

Judging from the speed at which he jumped up and the posture of roaring at Mayukov, he didn't seem to be injured at all...

Mayukov was also stunned. After he reacted, he blew his whistle and raised his hand: "Offensive foul!"

Chen Yingxiong's eyes widened, looking at Mayukov incredulously: "Where's the foul?! Where did I foul!"

Mayukov waved his hand: "Pressing down on someone during a header."

Chen Yingxiong pointed at Savelyev and shouted: "He deliberately let me, that's why I..."

He noticed that Savelyev had raised his head, looking up at the sky, not daring to meet his eyes.

At this moment, he calmed down—the other side simply wanted him to lose on purpose... Why was he arguing with them!

Enough nonsense, let's just defeat them!

You want me to score a goal, right? Very well, I'll score one for you to see!

Chen Yingxiong gave up arguing with Mayukov. He turned around and retreated, then raised a hand towards the sideline again: "Again—!"

He knew very well that Savelyev was afraid of him, otherwise he wouldn't have dodged just now!

One more time, one more time... I'm bound to win!

"Okay, Oleg, put away your thoughts. Let's just end this game." Savelyev's teammate Dmitry Matveev said to him.

"That's right, stop playing around, just defeat him completely. We still have to train later..."

Other teammates also came up one after another. They felt that in the previous game, they were like the background, completely useless. It was as if they had been pulled up just to make up the numbers, enough for four people to form a defensive line.

As for who would defend Chen Yingxiong, there was actually no division of labor. It was just that Savelyev had taken the lead...

Savelyev knew that he had screwed up. What could he say when his teammates had spoken? Just do as they say.

He raised his hand: "Okay, okay, let's end this game together... To be honest, I'm a little tired of playing too..."

His teammates booed him in their hearts, if you hadn't been knocked to the ground and embarrassed yourself, you wouldn't be tired of playing!

Latysh suddenly had an idea in his mind—perhaps he should immediately stop this bizarre competition. Then kick this oriental man and his father out of the training base. They had seriously interfered with the team's normal training.

What was he doing, going crazy with those two idiots?

He was just about to open his mouth to signal Mayukov to stop the game, when the player who was specifically responsible for passing the ball had already kicked the football out!

The football flew towards the goal again!

Savelyev and his teammates formed a complete and tight defensive line in the penalty area, just waiting for Chen Yingxiong to crash into them like a silly rabbit.

This time, Chen Yingxiong was still staring at the football, not looking at what was in front of him at all, and rushed in after the football.

It was still a straight charge, a "wall-crashing" momentum without any evasion. This time, standing in front of him were two central defenders, Savelyev and Matveev, the main central defender combination in the youth team. They jumped up together, intending to block Chen Yingxiong's header.

Chen Yingxiong in the air first collided with Savelyev. The two bumped into each other, and his body swayed.

At this moment, another defender, Matveev, also crashed into him.

The two sandwiched him from two directions, squeezing him with their bodies, forcing him to lose his balance in the air!

Chen Yingxiong did lose his balance, but he was trying his best to maintain it. One hand grabbed Savelyev, and the other palm was in the air, like a bird with its wings spread, flapping its wings desperately, trying to fly higher...

Yes, higher!

The football was in front of him to the side. If he could be a little higher...

A little higher!!

Chen Yingxiong straightened his waist and abdomen with force, and kicked his legs down suddenly!

His body actually jumped up a little!

Just a little! But it was enough!

Chen Yingxiong broke through under the pincer attack of Savelyev and Matveev!

This posture was like breaking open the door and rushing in.

And Savelyev fell to the left, and Matveev began to lean to the right. The originally seamless closing tactic was forcibly squeezed open by Chen Yingxiong, and then he took the opportunity to break in!

Breaking through the encirclement!

The ball arrived, and the person arrived.

Chen Yingxiong stretched his head and straightened his body, heading the football in a very irregular posture…

The main goalkeeper of the Moscow Central Army youth team, the 1.95-meter-tall goalkeeper Sergei Zhideev had been idle before. His defensive teammates had very dutifully nipped the possible dangers in the bud outside his work area. If this was in a regular game, he would definitely thank his defensive teammates, but now he just wanted to take the opportunity to show his strength as well. The first team assistant coach was watching on the sidelines, whoever didn't seize this opportunity was an idiot!

Unfortunately, his teammates didn't give him such an opportunity. Because giving him such an opportunity meant that something was wrong with his teammates.

Now the opportunity he had dreamed of had come!

But his reaction was a bit... well, not so quick.

He didn't seem to be prepared for the fact that Chen Yingxiong could still head the ball under the pincer attack of Matveev and Savelyev.

What's more, this time, Chen Yingxiong neither headed it wide nor headed it high. The football he headed flew straight towards the goal! Straight to the near post!

Zhideev wanted to react, but it was too late. His only reaction was... to open his legs and stand there, turning his head to watch the football cross the goal line...

The football hit the net, and the three people in the air collectively fell from the air. The three people, either with their backs to the sky or with their faces to the sky, all fell to the ground. It looked very tragic.

When Savelyev and Matveev were still lying on the ground, dizzy from the fall, a figure had already jumped up from between them!

The jumping Chen Yingxiong roared to the sky, venting the contempt and resentment he had suffered for more than half a month. He had never experienced such a happy feeling! Defeating his opponents, and defeating them in a way that left them speechless!

After roaring, he lowered his head and looked at the two opponents who were still lying on the ground, then raised his head and said to the Moscow Central Army youth team players around him in English: "Who—else?!"

There was silence all around, everyone was staring at him blankly, some people even took a step back in fear, as if they had seen a terrible beast...

Chen Tao let out a cheer, and the suffocating and strange silence on the field was broken.

Another person on the sidelines smiled silently.

And the expression on Latysh's face had never been so ugly...