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Every game day is no different for Chu Zhongtian, on the morning of every competition, he won't have any thoughts after waking up, he will only think that it is an ordinary day, and then get up to wash up and go to breakfast, but today is a little different. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe final with Paris Saint-Germain last season can also make Chu Zhongtian feel a different atmosphere, because it was the final.

And today is the final of the non-finals.

If Tottenham can't be eliminated today, then this game will be the last game for Metz in the UEFA Cup this season. What is it if this is not the final?

Like him, there are many teammates who have a special feeling.

Some even felt nervous.

At breakfast, the atmosphere was a bit dreary as a result.

"It's unbearable!" Ribery shouted, and he jumped in his chair, waving his fork in his hand as if he were going to stab someone. "Are we eating the last meal of our lives?! After this breakfast, are we going to die en masse? ”

All eyes were on the most active person in the team.

"Let's talk about the weather today. Let's talk about music, soap operas...... Or today's breakfast...... It's fucking unpalatable! ”

Someone laughed, it was Chu Zhongtian who was sitting next to him.

Ribery followed the laughter and looked down at Chu Zhongtian. "Very well, there is already one person who agrees with me!" He pointed to Chu Zhongtian and said.

"Now let's have breakfast like any normal morning, complain about the terrible food here, and then go about it!"

Ribery jumped out of his chair and began to eat what he called "really bad" breakfast.

was disturbed by him like this, and the atmosphere in the restaurant, which was still very dull just now, was a little more lively. The people sitting at the table began to talk to each other, and although they still talked a lot less than usual, things were always getting better, didn't they?

After breakfast, the team went to the gym provided by the hotel to do some strength and endurance training, which was not very intense, mainly to adjust the physical condition of the players. After lunch, they will have a lunch break, and after a brief "dinner" in the afternoon, they will leave for the course at five o'clock.

These arrangements are no different from any match day, whether home or away, the difference is that the food at home will taste much better, after all, it is a hotel that has hosted the Metz team for many years, and is already familiar with this kind of service.

In the away game, it is not so particular, and it is not even ruled out that some home teams will deliberately make things difficult in the reception in order to interfere with the away team as much as possible.

※※※Joe. Shirin got up from the bed, and the woman lying next to him rolled over, a little reluctant to wake up.

"Are you playing today, Joe?" The woman snorted.

"Of course not, baby."

"Then you got up so early......

"But I'm going to watch the game today." Shirin grabbed the woman's chest hard, and the woman screamed and grabbed the quilt to cover it, and glared at Shirin.

Joe. Shirin laughed and jumped out of bed and began rummaging through the pile of clothes for his panties.

"Competitions? What competition? ”

"League Cup!"

Shirin finally found his panties, put them in front of his nose and sniffed them, then flung them aside with a frown, and went to the closet to find a new pair of panties.

"The League Cup? When are you going to pay to watch a game like this? The woman asked, strangely propped up.

"Because one of my old friends has come back, I have to go see him." Joe. Shirin put on his underwear and went to the bathroom barefoot to wash up.

Washing his face, brushing his teeth, shaving, and applying hairspray to his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

Then he went back to the bedroom, pulled back the thick curtains, and squinted out the window at the gray sky. Shirin muttered, "Damn, it's going to rain." I also have to bring a poncho, it's a hassle......"

He just wore only a pair of underwear, stood by the window, picked up his cell phone and called someone.

"Hello, Andy? Are you out of bed? Your woman didn't toss you too hard, did she? Ha! That's good! See you at half past two in the afternoon in front of the train station! ”

After hanging up the phone, he continued to dial the other number.

These are all former teammates or current teammates he has contacted before. When he heard that Chu Zhongtian was coming to London to compete, he approached those people and asked them if they were interested in going to see a live match for Chu Zhongtian. Most people said it was a good idea, so he made a contact and contacted everyone who was going to make an appointment on a time and place.

Now he's going to call to confirm.

"Hey, didn't you wake up, Kevin?"

“…… If you're not at Wimbledon, you won't be able to meet at Wimbledon train station! You see how convenient you can get to White Hart Lane, just go there, anyway, you get there......"

"What to wear? I don't care! You can go without clothes if you want! ”

"Will Chu start? You're such an idiot for this question! He's now the core of Mace, you know what 'core' means? Do you think he'll start? ”

After making all the calls, he threw down the phone, jumped back on the bed, hugged his naked girlfriend, and kissed her on the face: "Baby, do you want to go with us?" ”

The girlfriend shook her head: "I'm not interested, it's a party of your group of men." ”

Schilling grinned, his girlfriend wasn't interested in football, what a headache...... Boulger has given up on his dream of becoming a professional footballer, or more recently, he has given up on his dream of becoming a footballer, and now he is working a job that has nothing to do with football — selling insurance, occasionally going to Sunday league games for an afternoon with a group of friends he met in a pub, and when he doesn't play, he goes to the stands of the fan stadium to watch Wimbledon play.

Just one season ago he was one of the owners of the stadium and now he is a spectator.

In the thirtieth round of last season, he was injured in the game and needed to miss four months. It was at this time that his parents hoped that he would be able to find a job to support himself, and not always rely on his parents to support him. Boulger also felt that this was not an option, he did not want to live with his parents because it was inconvenient, he had to move out, he needed money, and it was not enough to play for Wimbledon. Although he could already get a salary of £100 a Wednesday by this time, it was still not enough in London, a place of high spending.

This is how he made the decision to say goodbye to football and become a staff member.

Although he is not a semi-professional player, his relationship with football is still very strong. He would go to the stadium to watch the game, but because he had just worked for a long time and his income was not high, he would not go to the stadium except for Wimbledon's games.

But today, he's going to make that exception.

Tickets for Tottenham Hotspur's home game against Metz in the UEFA Cup have already been bought and kept in their pockets. Today, after work, he will go straight to the White Hart Lane Stadium to watch the game.

He's not a Tottenham fan, and he can't be a Metz fan. He just wanted to see how the guy who Russell had pinned on his dream of professional football was doing now.

When Wimbledon was first formed, there were few players left in that team. Andy. Sullivan went to another team, Kevin. Cooper has also moved away, some have retired, and some have changed careers. It can be said that none of them have become real professional players, except for Chu Zhongtian.

He is now a regular in Ligue 1 for Metz and won the French Cup with the team last season, so he can play in the UEFA Cup this season.

He had previously studied the situation of Metz in this game and found that it was not optimistic. They had conceded two away goals before and the prospects for this game were bleak, with the English media reporting on the UEFA Cup all announcing in advance that Tottenham had qualified for the semi-finals.

This only piqued his interest, and he wanted to see if Chu Zhongtian, as the only professional player from the mad gang, had a way to solve this "impossible task" that was regarded by the media as "impossible".

It's a task that couldn't be more than a ninth-tier amateur team knocking out Chelsea on the road, right?

※※※ Terry. Eames put the newspaper on the table and began to concentrate on breakfast.

In the newspapers, a piece of news took up part of the page, and that was a piece of news about the League Cup.

“…… Tottenham face Ligue 1 Metz tonight, with two away goals in hand, and the situation is very good......

Next to the newspaper, there is a ticket with the time of the game, the belligerents and the location of the game. It was the ticket for this League Cup match in the evening.

Although he is no longer the head coach of Wimbledon, and even has not been a coach for the time being, he still cares about football. What's more, Chu was a player he was very optimistic about at the beginning, and now he can have a chance to watch Chu Zhongtian's game at close range, why not go and take a look?

He wanted to see what progress Chu Zhongtian had made now compared to when he was in the amateur team.

While the players in Metz were on their lunch break, Boss John locked the door of the bar and hung up a sign saying "Temporarily closed".

Then he put away the key, turned to the crowd gathered behind him, and said, "Let's go, guys!" ”

A group of people carried a portrait of Chu Zhongtian, a banner with Chu Zhongtian's name written on it and cheering for him, and turned around and walked towards the train station.

They are going to the Wimbles bar cheering group to cheer for Chu Zhongtian, because there are no Mace jerseys, so everyone is wearing blue Wimbledon jerseys.

In front of the train station, they met Joe, who was also going to watch the ball together. Schilling et al.

The opponents are all former Wimbledon players, or Wimbledon first players to be exact. Only they would choose to watch a game that actually had nothing to do with them, but had Chu Zhongtian participating.

After the two sides met, they greeted each other warmly and cared about each other's current situation.

Then the conversation turned to the evening game.

"I'm quite excited to be able to see Chu's game again on the spot, aha! I can't watch it enough on TV, but I really have to go to the scene to watch this football game! "It's the voice of the fans.

"Chu Zhen is my envy, he is the only one of us who has become a professional player......"

"What is there to envy? Chu has this ability...... "This is the discussion of the players.

After the two teams converged, they boarded the train and chatted as they headed for North London.

An hour later, they walked out of the "Seven Sisters" subway station, which was a twenty-minute walk from the White Hart Lane Stadium, it was past four o'clock, and there were still several hours before the evening game, so it was obviously impossible to go to the court so early to wait in line for the stadium, it would be silly. For the English, there was no better way to spend time than to go to a pub for a drink and chat, so without a proposal, a large group of people hula la-la found a pub next to the subway station and got in.

The bar was a bar for Tottenham fans, and a group of people had just entered to find out about it, as the drinkers inside were wearing white Tottenham shirts.

After seeing a large group of people suddenly pouring in, the group of disturbed people first looked at them with scrutinizing eyes. It was found that most of the group were wearing blue shirts and did not belong to Metz or Tottenham.

Boss John and the others were just stunned for a moment, and then they crowded to the bar and asked the bartender inside for a drink.

As soon as they opened their mouths, they knew that the people who came were English, and it didn't look like they were right, so they turned their eyes away and ignored them.

Of course, there are also people who come up and ask, "Hey, buddy! Watching the ball? ”

The man at Wimbledon nodded.

"But you don't look like Tottenham fans." The visitor looked at the blue jerseys of the group in front of them.

"We're just here to watch a UEFA Cup game and hopefully it's going to be a good game......," replied the leading boss John.

The man laughed: "Of course it's going to be a good game!" The opponent has no other way but to attack, as long as we don't concede a goal, this game will be won! Tottenham qualified, could there be a better game than this? ”

The Wimbledon people did not respond to him, but simply drank their beers to themselves.

Seeing that there was no response to his words, the visitor shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ok, I wish you all a nice time watching the game." With that, he walked back to his camp.

The people of Wimbledon got together and chatted over a drink. Time passed quickly, and when groups of people began to pass by the bar, everyone knew that the time was up.

"Hey! Hey! Someone in the bar shouted, "One last drink!" Guys! ”

"Oh! One last cup! The Tottenham fans in the pub yelled.

While they were busy with their last drink, the people of Wimbledon walked out and then mixed in with the white crowd and walked towards the pitch.

Along the way, Tottenham fans sang Tottenham fan songs to warm up for the game. The atmosphere that took a moment on the pitch was already evident in every street leading to the White Hart Lane Pitch.

The Wimbledon fans who were mixed with Tottenham fans obviously didn't sing these songs, they just walked with their heads down and kept a low profile.

When the team reached an intersection, they were stopped by the traffic police.

"The team's bus is coming!" Such voices rang out among the fans.

The Wimbledonians also looked up.

Soon a police car and two police motorcycles drove away, and a white bus approached.

There was also a huge cheer from the crowd as it was Tottenham.

"Hooray!!"

"Tottenham! Tottenham! ”

After the shouting, they continued to sing and cheer for Tottenham.

The Tottenham players in the car also felt the enthusiastic support of the fans, waving to them through the car window.

"Come on, Tottenham! Score two more goals against them! ”

"Victory must belong to the White Lily!!" The White Lily is Tottenham's nickname, their pitch and jersey are white, and they have a long history, quite like a noble lily.

"Robbie. Keane! Robbie. Keane! We want you to score, and when you raise your hand to shoot, the enemy is all down! "The fans also sang songs about a particular player, and the players who could be sung by the fans were often the most popular stars in the team.

They sang and cheered until the Tottenham bus disappeared from sight. But the police still had no intention of letting them go.

The news came from the front because Metz's bus was right behind Tottenham's and was about to pass soon.

As soon as they heard that the reason for them to stop and wait was Mace, there was a shrill boo from the crowd.

"Oh, those damn Frenchmen!"

Soon, the French who were cursed by them appeared in front of them, and the bus in which the Metz team was traveling slowly drove by, and when they appeared in front of the Tottenham fans, the fans immediately let out loud boos and curses, and some people gave the middle finger to the Metz players on the bus.

"Oooo Eat our **, French guys! ”

"They followed behind our car, does that mean they can only ask about our farts forever?"

"No, it means they will be eliminated because they are behind us! Aha! ”

When Mays's bus passed through the intersection, Andy, who had been silent in the crowd. Sullivan suddenly pointed to the bus and shouted, "Look! Clear! ”

The companions around him all followed him, although it was only a short ten seconds, but they did see Chu Zhongtian sitting in the car, looking out the window.

"Chu!"

"Hey! Hey! It's really him! ”

A group of people screamed and waved desperately to that side.

It's a pity that in a large area of boos and scolding, as well as the middle fingers of the forest, their voices and movements did not even make a wave.

When Mace's car drove away, the crowd started flowing again, and Boss John said to everyone who regretted it: "Okay, guys, save some energy to get to the field!" ”

The singing of Tottenham Hotspur resounded, and several streams of people slowly poured towards the White Hart Lane stadium. The street lamps on the side of the street began to light one by one, the sky darkened, and some people felt a chill on their necks, and when they raised their heads, there were raindrops on their faces.

After a cloudy day, the sky finally fell with raindrops.

Soon there were many people in ponchos in the crowd, and the orange-yellow street lamps reflected on the plastic ponchos, glowing with hazy spots of light, like a string of glittering pearl necklaces, stretching from here to the behemoth in the rain and fog ahead.

(To be continued)