Chapter 133: Lock the championship!

Fans of Sparta Moscow watched their team games in the stands, but they were all focused and had a radio in their arms, paying attention to news about another arena at any time.

The fans of Zenit in St. Petersburg are not so troublesome. They don’t have to care about other opponents. As long as they win this game, the league championship will be sure to win.

But perhaps it was because of this idea that Zenit's players seemed a little too excited, or... too nervous during the game.

Isn't it nervous to be able to stop a ball five meters away?

Everyone's mind is - if we win this game, we will be the fucking league champions!

As a result, there was only this idea and everything else was gone.

They didn't even know how to send the football to the opponent's goal.

Edvorkat stood up from the coach's seat and frowned. This is what he feared the most - this team is a team with no championship experience. The first time it was so close to the league championship, these people didn't seem to know how to deal with such a scene...

I improved their fighting spirit before the game, but seemed to forget to pour cold water on them.

This made a group of people overheat, but couldn't cool down.

He could only yell on the sidelines in a hurry: "Calm down! Calm down!"

Can't calm down anymore...

Chen Yingxiong rushed to the front. Although his teammates' cross was not a good opportunity for him, he still jumped up without hesitation and competed for the top spot with the opponent's defender.

"Bang!"

The two people collided, but no one hit the ball.

Of course, because the quality of the teammates' crosses is not high.

The huge noise in the stands made everyone unable to calm down. Just like Chen Yingxiong, even though he knew that this opportunity was not good, his blood would still jump up and fight for the top. Anyway, he had good physical strength and was not afraid of confrontation, so he might have a chance?

With Chen Yingxiong in front and he was anxious, the team's offense was very simple, which was to make a long pass and fly together on the side.

Pass the football over and let Chen Yingxiong compete for the top. If you can reach it, you will be a chance. If you can't... If you can't, come again next time.

Domingos should have been Zenit's midfield conductor, but in this game he was not only very impatient, but also was closely guarded by the opponent and could not play any decent role.

There was no threat on the offensive end, and the pressure on the defense naturally increased. The Moscow FCS organized several threatening attacks, which immediately made Zenit's goal in front of the goal panic.

Zenit was eager to score a goal, to lead, and to win the game. He pushed him hard, but the result was empty and he was hit by the opponent several times...

Scotter fell down on his back, and the football had just hit his chest and flew out of the sideline.

"Scotter blocked Moscow's shot with his body! It was like a blocking eye, and it looked very embarrassed... Zenit's defense has many problems during this period, and they seem very impatient... It won't work if this continues. Do they want to win the championship too much?"

Scotter's embarrassment is a microcosm of Zenit's time.

"It won't work if this continues..." Tymoshchuk was the first person to calm down. As the captain, he must also calm down.

"We played too messy! Don't think about scoring goals. Although we have heroes in front, such a simple and rough long pass can't open the situation. Our midfielder!" he asked.

Domingos' expression was a little embarrassed.

"We have to play to cooperate," Al Shawen also said. "Our midfielder had no cooperation before. We just rely on our personal skills to make breakthroughs and seek opportunities. This will not work."

"The situation on Zenit is not good. They were suppressed by the Moscow Fc at their home court..." Even though they were watching their team's game, assistant coach Sergey Rodiionov also wore headphones and was listening to the game between Zenit and Moscow Fc.

He said to his head coach Cherchesov.

When Cherchesov heard Rodioff say this, his serious expression finally eased.

In this game, although Sparta Moscow did not score a goal, they currently have the upper hand and have threatened Rostov's goal with many attacks. It seems that the goal will only take a while.

If Sparta Moscow can win and Zenit loses the game, then both sides will be divided equally. Although the disadvantage in goal difference makes Sparta still rank behind Zenit, this failure will definitely shake Zenit's players' fighting spirit and confidence. In this way, Moscow Sparta will win again in the last game. As long as Zenit draws, the league championship will fall to Sparta Moscow.

Just as Cherchesov was dreaming, he suddenly glanced at Rodionov next to him and his face changed.

"What's wrong?" He blurted out the question, and regretted it as soon as he said it - because he heard the huge booing from the stands.

At this time, the Spartan players were getting the ball. There was only one reason why the home fans made such a big boo, that is... St. Petersburg Zenit scored a goal!

The team that can win the championship must have something outstanding, and Zenit, St. Petersburg, quickly adjusted himself.

Their midfield gradually regained its vitality. With Tymoshchuk behind him, Domingos was more at ease when attacking, and his performance would naturally be better.

In the 34th minute, Zenit's goal came late.

"gool! Arshavin! Andre Arshavin!!"

Hirgeevsky stood up excitedly.

But his voice still couldn't suppress the huge noise at the scene.

"Shava! Shava! Shava--!!" Zenit's fans made huge cheers, suppressing the voice of the commentator and suppressing all other sounds. Over the entire Petrovsky Stadium, there were only their cheers and only their cheers.

The excited Al Shavin ran all the way, then plunged into the bench and hugged his teammates tightly.

This goal stabilized everyone's hearts. I have one goal in my hand!

"Haha! I know that people from Sparta Moscow must be paying attention to this game at this time. Sorry, I'm disappointed you! We scored the goal first, we took the lead! The championship belongs to blue, white and blue, and the official championship belongs to St. Petersburg!"

Huge booing spread in every corner of Luzhniki Stadium, and the Spartan players on the field also knew about Zenit's goal.

They know exactly what Zenit means if he leads.

For a moment, a feeling of power loss actually occurred...

Cherchesov obviously knew that the most dangerous time was at this time. Even if there was a lead, he still had to do a good job here, otherwise what if there was equalization or lag behind again?

So he rushed to the sidelines in two steps at once and shouted inside: "Get up on your spirits! Don't worry about them! This is our own game!!"

Five minutes later, Sparta Moscow scored a goal, and they also led their opponents 1:0 at home.

But Zenit didn't care about this matter at all.

The celebration in Sparta, Moscow, is also very simple. Everyone is not on this. They are looking forward to the news that Zenit is equalized or lagging behind...

Unfortunately, they didn't wait until the end of the first half.

Of course, it is not all bad news for Pavlyuchenko. At least the person who scored in the first half was not Chen Yingxiong, but Al Shawen - this was what he heard during the break.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The goal in Sparta in Moscow was not as good as Pavlyuchenko, so his goal was still twenty-one, three goals away from Chen Yingxiong's twenty-four. In the second half, he had to try hard to find a chance to score. Although his teammates would help him, not all opportunities were passed to him and let him shoot casually. In fact, he got more shooting opportunities in the first half than before, but he was always lucky, soccer just didn't fly into the goal.

In Zenit's locker room, Edvocart was telling the players that they would continue to attack in the second half and not relax.

"It's absolutely not safe to lead a goal, boys. If you want to completely rescue yourself from your anxiety in the second half, you have to score another goal!"

Oh, Chen Yingxiong felt as sweet as drinking honey when he heard this. He liked to hear the head coach saying "We want to score a goal."

Because that means he has a chance to be the protagonist.

Although scoring twenty-four goals is already considered a lot, Chen Yingxiong is not satisfied. He wants to set a new record, scoring twenty-five is enough.

He is full of fighting spirit and motivation.

"Pavliuchenko! Beautiful! The ball is scored!! Pavliuchenko scored his 22nd goal of the season. He received a cross from his teammates and just needed a light sweep... Now he is still two goals away from Chen Yingxiong! Complete the hat trick!"

The second half just started, but it was not Chen Yingxiong who scored the goal first, but Pavliuchenko who had been waiting for a full forty-five minutes.

His teammates broke through on the wing, attracted the attention of Rostock's defensive players, and sent the football to the middle. This ball was really not difficult for a striker like Pavlyuchenko, who is the main shooter level of the Russian national team. After following up, he faced the football, twisted his waist and swept it, and the football flew into the goal!

After scoring the goal, he seemed very excited and shouted.

Two more balls!

Just as he and his teammates were celebrating the goal, a boo sounded again in the stands. When he heard this, Pavliuchenko's face, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed.

This boo means that Zenit from St. Petersburg scored another goal, but who scored it?

"Hero! Hero! Yes, the Tu95 bomber took off, and he shot perfectly! In an instant, it destroyed the Moscow FC's defense line! 2:0! Zenit secured the victory, and the league championship is theirs!!"

Amid the "Wuwuwu" air raid sirens, Chen Yingxiong was spreading his arms to "fly".

This is his 25th goal!

"He did it! He has tied Oleg Verjenikov's record! Twenty-five goals in a single season! It's incredible! You must know that this is Chen Yingxiong's second career season, the first complete career season! Genius! A real genius! He is on the road to becoming a superstar!"

Hirgeevsky no longer knew what he was yelling. Anyway, he was hoarse at the top of his lungs, putting all the praises he could think of on Chen Yingxiong.

He was not worried about beating Chen Yingxiong at all. He just wanted to express his admiration for this amazing big man.

Promote and kill?
Chapter completed!