Over there, the player preparing to cross was getting ready.

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　　The ball was crossed again, drawing an arc as it flew toward the penalty area in front of the goal.

　　Ethan Brooks had been watching the ball the whole time as the opponent prepared to cross. When the ball was in the air, he started to move, charging straight at Savelyev!

　　"That's basically suicide!" someone on the sidelines couldn't help but exclaim.

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

　　In their eyes, the last time Savelyev was knocked out of the air by Ethan Brooks must have been a fluke. Such an accident couldn't possibly happen twice in a row, so this time that big guy from the East was doomed!

　　This time, Savelyev wasn't watching the ball. He kept his eyes on Ethan Brooks, watching him charge over, a bit stunned—was this guy trying to score, or...

　　Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong!

　　He didn't choose to jump and contest the header with Ethan Brooks; instead, he ducked down and pulled his neck in, just as Ethan Brooks leapt and crashed into him...

　　Ethan Brooks's whole body landed on top of Savelyev, so when Savelyev ducked and hunched over, Ethan Brooks naturally lost all support...

　　Off balance, Ethan Brooks watched the ball fly past his eyes, unable to head it, because he was already falling from the air!

　　Just like a car driving off a cliff, after reaching the highest point, Ethan Brooks plunged headfirst down!

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　　Once again, Ethan Brooks crashed to the ground, and this time it was even worse... he landed headfirst!

　　Off the field, Owen Brooks's heart tightened with worry, afraid something terrible had happened to his son.

　　He could even hear the gasps from those around him.

　　What happens when such a big, tall man falls headfirst from about 1.7 meters? Everyone could imagine the result. In football, scenes like this happen often, but usually the person falling instinctively uses their hands to cushion the fall and protect themselves.

　　But just now, Ethan Brooks's entire focus was on the ball in the air. He had his head up, charged forward, and jumped.

　　Then he plunged headfirst down, his arms spread and raised, with no chance to break his fall.

　　Many people thought—this time, the fall must have been serious. That kid is definitely done for; this match must be over, right?

　　To be honest, with the "match" played to this point, even the coach of CSKA Moscow found it a bit boring—CSKA Moscow, a giant in the Russian Premier League, spending so much time bickering with a kid, was it really worth it?

　　At first, they just wanted to mess with him, but who would have thought he was like an unbreakable tumbler, getting up again and again. The harder you hit him, the faster he got up. It was as if he had springs all over his body.

　　Where was the fun in that?

　　"Nikolai..." someone nearby was about to speak.

　　Latysh also felt bored. He waved his hand, about to say, "Forget it, let's just end it here."

　　But who would have thought that the big guy who had just crashed down would jump up again!

　　He shouted at Mayukov, "That was a foul by them this time, right?!"

　　Judging by how quickly he got up and the way he roared at Mayukov, he didn't seem hurt at all...

　　Mayukov was stunned too. When he came to his senses, he blew his whistle and raised his hand: "Offensive foul!"

　　Ethan Brooks's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Mayukov: "Where was the foul?! How did I foul?!"

　　Mayukov waved his hand: "Pushing while contesting the header."

　　Ethan Brooks pointed at Savelyev and shouted, "He dodged on purpose, I only..."

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

　　In that instant, he calmed down—the other side was just trying to make him lose on purpose... Why bother arguing with them!

　　Enough talk, just beat them directly!

　　You want me to score? Fine, I'll score one and show you!

　　Ethan Brooks gave up arguing with Mayukov, turned and walked away, then raised his hand toward the wing: "Again—!"

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

　　One more time, one more time... Victory is mine!

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　　"Alright, alright, Oleg, put away your tricks. Let's just end this match," Savelyev's teammate Dmitry Matveyev (Dmitry_Matveev) called out to him.

　　"Yeah, stop messing around, just finish him off. We still have training later..."

　　Other teammates gathered around as well. They felt that in the previous match, they were just background, playing no real role, as if they were only there to make up the numbers and form a four-man defensive line.

　　As for who was actually supposed to defend Ethan Brooks, there was no real assignment; Savelyev had just taken the initiative...

　　Savelyev knew he'd messed up, and now that his teammates had spoken, what else could he say? He could only do as they said.