In Barcelona, in Argentina, there were many people also watching this match.

Most of the people in Argentina were cheering for Inter Milan. Although Naples was once the most important stop in the life of the King of Football, Maradona, there were more Argentine players in Inter Milan's lineup now.

In Barcelona, the people watching this match were cheering neither for Inter Milan nor for Naples, because both teams had grudges against their team.

But whether in Barcelona or in Argentina, whether cheering for Inter Milan or helping both sides, everyone could find common ground.

They were all watching Chen Yingxiong, not to cheer him on, but to see the joke this annoying guy would become.

Although Chen Yingxiong had only scored six goals in the Champions League scorer list, three goals behind Messi, everyone knew that Chen Yingxiong was challenging Messi.

This arrogant person dared to challenge Messi?

That was why everyone wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Whether they were Barcelona fans or Argentine fans, everyone was a supporter of Messi, a die-hard fan. They all felt lucky and proud to have a peerless genius like Messi.

Now a guy who popped up from who-knows-where actually wanted to challenge Messi, and with six fewer games played, this was simply an insult to Messi!

So everyone wanted to see him make a fool of himself, to see just how badly he would lose!

That's what everyone thought at first... But after watching Chen Yingxiong's three games, they gradually changed.

When Chen Yingxiong headed the football towards Inter Milan's goal in the first half, many people's hearts jumped to their throats, fearing that the football would fly into the goal.

Then Cesar blocked the football with his leg, and the Argentine fans found that they had never liked a Brazilian player so much...

Many Argentine fans simply rushed to the TV, hugged it, and gave the close-up of Cesar on the screen a wild kiss.

These people didn't notice the change. That was, they began to worry about Chen Yingxiong scoring, and began to be afraid of every threatening shot Chen Yingxiong took, fearing that Chen Yingxiong would score again...

This kind of thought did not exist at first.

So what if Chen Yingxiong scored a hat-trick against Lyon? He only scored three goals, what was there to worry about?

Now it was different. Those who followed every Naples game closely had watched Chen Yingxiong's goal count change from zero to three, from three to five, and from five to six.

At this rate, who knew how many more goals he could score?

In the match against Inter Milan, Naples defeated Inter Milan 2:1 at home, and now they drew 2:2 with Inter Milan away, with a total score of 4:3. Maybe Naples could go one step further and reach the semi-finals, which meant Chen Yingxiong had at least two and a half more games to play.

Too many things could happen in two and a half games...

That feeling of worry was pressing on these people's hearts, becoming heavier and heavier, almost suffocating them.

The pressure was a little lighter during the half-time break, but after the game started, the pressure quickly returned. If there was an instrument that could detect their pressure values, it would be found that their pressure would quickly rise when Chen Yingxiong shot, and when Chen Yingxiong scored, the pressure value had already broken the meter, breaking through the sky.

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"Yingxiong is looking for opportunities..." He Ping said in a tone like Zhao Zhongxiang commentating on the animal world. Chinese fans instantly had such a scene in front of them—on the boundless African savannah, a lion was lurking in the tall grass, staring at the zebra herd drinking and resting by the watering hole outside the grass. In its eyes, those lively zebras were all food.

In fact, Chen Yingxiong and this scene felt very similar.

The second half started for five minutes, and the entire game reached the fiftieth minute. In these five minutes, Chen Yingxiong had two shots, which were also all two shots of Naples in the second half.

He hadn't scored yet.

He wasn't in a hurry, because he remembered what Inzaghi had told him: "An excellent shooter must have enough patience. Even if you don't have any decent chances in the first eighty-nine minutes of the game, don't give up, don't be impatient, wait patiently. Maybe the opportunity is in the ninetieth minute?"

He was patiently waiting for his chance.

Three minutes passed, and Naples launched another attack.

Arshavin and Maggio made continuous cooperation on the wing, and finally the football returned to Arshavin's feet. He moved from the wing to the center, while Maggio continued to go to the bottom, causing Inter Milan's full-back not to dare to shrink to the center to defend Arshavin rashly.

In the process of moving to the center, Arshavin did not dribble the ball himself, but cooperated with Raul, who ran to the ribs, in a two-over-one, with Raul as the transit station in front. Arshavin passed the football to him, ran horizontally, and after running to the position, Raul passed the football back.

In this process, Raul and Arshavin, especially the latter, had attracted all the attention of all Inter Milan defenders to themselves. Inter Milan's defense line moved forward to prevent Arshavin's long shot or Raul's sudden turn.

The zebras did not notice the lion hiding in the grass, quietly approaching them...

But the audience noticed it!

The fans in Argentina and Barcelona pointed at the TV screen and shouted, "Attention! Over there! Over there! Hey! Look over there, be careful behind you!!" Looking at their posture, it seemed that they couldn't wait to drill directly into the TV, and then grab Inter Milan's players and remind them to pay attention to the gap behind them.

They were still shouting, "Yingxiong is over there... Damn it! Damn it!"

They cursed because Arshavin suddenly flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot while dribbling horizontally!

The football flew straight to the rear of Inter Milan's defense line!

At this time, those Inter Milan players noticed that there was already a person behind them!

The lion hiding in the grass, quietly approaching its prey, suddenly jumped up from the grass and pounced on the target it had aimed at!

"Yingxiong!!"

Lucio raised his arm, signaling to the referee that Chen Yingxiong, who had received the football behind them, was offside!

But the referee didn't blow his whistle, and the linesman didn't raise his flag.

This had to be said about Maggio, who continued to go to the bottom. He pulled Inter Milan's full-back Chivu to a very backward place. Chivu was the last defender, so Chen Yingxiong was not offside at all. He used his off-ball running to accurately find a suitable position, and then received Arshavin's pass.

He used the outside of his foot to push the football forward, and at the same time turned around, using his strong body to block Samuel, who was returning to defense, behind him, protecting the football.

Then he dribbled the ball forward!

Samuel kept interfering with him from behind, and Lucio, who had recovered, also rushed up from the side and back, and made a flying tackle!

But the interference and defense of the two central defenders failed to stop Chen Yingxiong. Almost at the same time as Lucio's tackle, he shot!

Cesar thought that Chen Yingxiong was going to shoot at the near corner, because Lucio's flying tackle had blocked his angle to shoot at the far corner, so he did not hesitate to pounce on the near corner.

Who would have thought that the football would fly to the far corner!

Yes, it was the far corner! It was the far corner that Cesar thought would be blocked by Lucio, it was the far corner that Cesar thought was impossible!

Chen Yingxiong's shot was so powerful that even Lucio's flying tackle could not stop it. The football was blocked by his ankle and bounced up, but it still flew stubbornly towards the far corner of the goal!

Finally, it fell into the goal.

"Ah—the ball is in!! The ball is in!! The ball is in!!!" the commentator shouted suddenly.

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"What a fucking bastard!"

"Fuck!"

"Damn it!"

"Shit! Shit! Shit ah ah ah ah ah!"

These were the angry curses from the fans in Barcelona and Argentina at this moment, but it was unknown whether they were cursing Chen Yingxiong for scoring, or cursing their own unworthy hearts—that thing was beating wildly at this moment, allowing them to clearly feel what was called "fear"!

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"Yingxiong! Yingxiong Yingxiong Yingxiong Yingxiong Yingxiong Yingxiong—Yingxiong!!! He helped Naples overtake the score 3:2! In the aggregate score, Naples is now leading 5:3!! This is also his seventh goal in this Champions League season! It's unbelievable! It's crazy! It's... I don't know what to say! He scored seven goals in four games, such a scoring efficiency may be the first in Champions League history!"

With the commentator's shouts full of surprise, ecstasy and many other emotions, Chen Yingxiong, who was brought down by Lucio, got up from the ground, then opened his arms and ran to the sidelines. Along the way, he opened his mouth and roared at the Inter Milan fans in the stands.

Finally, running to the camera, he made a gesture that the whole world, except for the Chinese audience, could not understand—he stretched out his right hand, pinched his thumb, index finger and middle finger together, while his ring finger and little finger were curled up.

Europeans, Americans, Africans, and even many Asians could not understand this gesture.

But the Chinese understood it at a glance.

"Ha! Yingxiong is telling the world that this is his seventh goal in this season's Champions League! Seven! This is the gesture for the number seven!" He Ping smiled as soon as he saw this gesture.

His teammates rushed up and hugged him tightly, but he raised his right hand high, still the gesture of "seven."

So, apart from the Chinese commentators, commentators from other countries began to fully use their imagination to guess what Chen Yingxiong's gesture meant...

"Is he snapping his fingers?"

"Is that... a money-counting action?"

"This must be some kind of gesture representing blessing!"

"I think... it looks like a bird's beak, is it a totem worship of the Chinese?"

In the end, someone gave up first: "Never mind what that gesture means! Yingxiong has now scored his seventh goal, and the gap between him and Messi is only two goals! We have all watched him chase the gap from six goals to two goals... It's really amazing! I think this season's Champions League knockout stage may be the craziest I've ever seen..."