He raised his hand. “Alright, alright, let’s end this match together… To be honest, I’m getting a bit bored 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 at all!

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Latysh suddenly had a thought—maybe he should immediately put an end to this bizarre contest. Then kick this Oriental guy and his father out of the training base together. They had already seriously disrupted the team’s normal training.

Those two idiots went crazy, and now he was going crazy with them—what was the point?

He was just about to open his mouth to signal Mayukov to stop the match, when at that moment, the player responsible for passing the ball had already kicked the football out!

The ball once again flew toward the goal!

Savelyev and his teammates formed a tight, solid defensive line in the penalty area, just waiting for Ethan Brooks to charge in like a foolish rabbit.

Once again, Ethan Brooks kept his eyes on the ball, not even glancing at what was ahead, and charged in after the ball.

Still charging straight ahead, with that “crashing into a wall” momentum, not dodging at all. This time, standing in his way were two center-backs—Savelyev and Matveyev, the main center-back duo of the youth team, who both jumped up together, intending to block Ethan Brooks’s header attempt.

In the air, Ethan Brooks first collided with Savelyev; the two crashed together, and his body wobbled.

At that moment, the other defender, Matveyev, also crashed into him.

The two of them sandwiched him from both sides, squeezing him with their bodies, forcing him to lose his balance in midair!

Ethan Brooks did lose his balance, but he fought desperately to maintain it. One hand grabbed onto Savelyev, while his other hand spread out in the air, like a bird spreading its wings, flapping hard, trying to fly even higher…

Yes, higher!

The ball was just ahead and to the side—if only he could get a bit higher…

Higher!!

Ethan Brooks tensed his waist and abs, and kicked down hard with both legs!

Amazingly, his body actually shot up a little higher!

Just a little! But it was enough!

Ethan Brooks broke through the double-team of Savelyev and Matveyev!

It was like he had crashed open a door and forced his way in.

Meanwhile, Savelyev fell to the left, and Matveyev started to lean to the right. Their previously seamless closing-down tactic was forced open by Ethan Brooks, and he took the opportunity to break through!

Breaking through the encirclement!

The ball arrived, and so did the man.

Ethan Brooks stretched out his head and body, and with a rather unorthodox posture, headed the ball…

The main goalkeeper of the CSKA Moscow youth team, the 1.95-meter-tall Sergey Zhidov (Sergey_Zhideev), had been idle up to this point. His defender teammates had done an excellent job of eliminating any danger before it reached his area. If this were a real match, he would definitely thank his defenders, but right now, he just wanted to take the chance to show off his own skills. The first-team assistant coach was watching from the sidelines—if you didn’t seize this opportunity, you’d be an idiot!

Unfortunately, his teammates weren’t giving him that chance. Because if he got that chance, it meant his teammates had messed up.

Now, the opportunity he’d been dreaming of had finally come!

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

He seemed completely unprepared for Ethan Brooks to get his head to the ball despite being sandwiched by Matveyev and Savelyev.

What’s more, this time, Ethan Brooks didn’t head it wide or over the bar—the ball flew straight toward the goal! Directly to the near post!

Zhidov wanted to react, but it was already too late. His only response was… to stand there with his legs apart, turning his head to watch the ball cross the goal line…

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The ball slammed into the net, and the three players in the air all crashed to the ground together, some landing on their backs, some on their fronts, all sprawled out on the ground. It looked pretty brutal.

While Savelyev and Matveyev were still lying on the ground, dazed from the fall, a figure had already leapt up from between them!

Ethan Brooks jumped up and let out a long howl at the sky, venting all the scorn and resentment he’d endured over the past half month. He had never felt so exhilarated! Defeating his opponents—and in a way that left them speechless!

After roaring, he lowered his head to glance at the two opponents still sprawled on the ground, then raised his head and said in English to the surrounding CSKA Moscow youth team players, “Who’s next?!”

Silence all around. Everyone stared at him in a daze; some even shrank back a step, as if they’d just seen a terrifying beast…

Owen Brooks let out a cheer, finally breaking the suffocating, eerie silence on the field.

Someone else on the sidelines began to laugh quietly.

As for Latysh, his expression had never looked so ugly…

Chapter Four: The Arrogance of Youth