Guess the coin when Captain Kevin. Cooper won, so Wimbledon won the right to pick the edge and the kick-off went to Chelsea.

There's no way they're going to use the tactics they used against Nods County to get ahead of the game.

It seems that the tactics that manager Eames arranged for them to defend first and then counter-attack are correct. An amateur team that wants to play against Chelsea is like a praying mantis waving its arms at an elephant – and will die a terrible death.

Chu Zhongtian turned around and shouted to his teammates behind him, "Pay attention to defense!" ”

Then he heard the referee blow the whistle for the start of the game.

※※※ "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, audience friends. The FA Cup match has finally begun! First of all, Chelsea's serve, how long will it take them to break the door against Wimbledon? Ha, just kidding! Wimbledon in front of Chelsea is no ordinary amateur team! "The person in charge of commenting on the game is John. Mortensen, this time he took the initiative to explain the game. But the person who partnered with him changed, not Stuart. Pierce, but BBC TV football journalist and commentator Krees. Price.

"I don't agree with you, John." Price made his position clear from the moment he came up - he was not optimistic about Wimbledon. 'I admit they did a good job in the last round and upset a League One team. But it should also be noted that Wimbledon's poor form has lasted for a long time, and it has only been met by Wimbledon Athletic. In addition, due to the financial crisis, there are many transfer rumours about Wimbledon players, and they have long been out of the mood to play. What's more, we also have to pay attention to the historical ties between these two teams, and the fact that they meet such opponents can boost the morale of Wimbledon's players, just like in a derby, the side that is not superior in strength can often do wonders. So I'm not surprised that Wimbledon were able to beat Wimbledon. But to beat Chelsea, it is almost impossible. ”

"Are you so sure?" John. Morteson asked with a grin.

'Obviously, I think the most they can do is cause some problems for Chelsea, which would be good.' Chris. Price nodded seriously and said categorically.

At the same time, the game was broadcast live on local satellite TV sports stations in China, and almost all of the receivers thought it was impossible for Wimbledon to beat Chelsea – they had long been asked to comment on the game impartially and without obvious personal sentiments, so they were all overly sensible.

"Although we all hope that Chu Zhongtian can play well, we still have to remind the majority of TV viewers that Wimbledon and Chelsea are a full eight levels apart in the league level. And Chu Zhongtian is just an amateur international student, and his opponent is a professional player who holds tens of thousands of pounds a week. "Look, they're already starting to make excuses for failure, and when it does, they can say, "This is what I expected."

"We can't put too much pressure on Chu Zhongtian." This old man didn't think at all that they were just talking in China, how they could put pressure on Chu Zhongtian, who was far away in England.

"Just play normally, play at a high level and play style, mainly to learn England's advanced football skills and tactics......" This kind of words are calloused in the ears of the majority of Chinese TV viewers.

"Even if Wimbledon and Chu Zhongtian lose this game, it's not a big deal. It's remarkable that they're standing in front of Chelsea. We can't expect too much...... For Chinese football, having a player who has scored in the FA Cup is enough to be proud of. It is necessary to recognize the gap in reality...... "This is to comfort the Chinese fans who stayed up late to watch the game in advance, so as not to be too disappointed if they lose the game in the end...... A multi-faceted commentator.

Only the commentator of Sichuan Satellite TV may be because of his fellow countrymen, and his emotional tendency is obvious: "Let's cheer for our own fellow countrymen together!" I hope Chu Zhongtian can have an excellent performance in today's game! The race is now on! Chelsea went on the attack and it was now Frank Lampard who had the ball. We're giving you a look at the starting line-ups for both sides today, starting with Chelsea's ......'

While the commentator was looking down at the starting line-up, Frank Lampard had already played the ball up front of the pitch to hand it to Mutu on the TV screen.

Mutu turned and stopped, stuck in position, intending to fight for the top. And the person who competed with him for the position was Chu Zhongtian!

Romania's David Beckham leaned on Chu Zhongtian and tried to catch the ball with his chest. He didn't pay any attention to the amateur player behind him.

How could Chu Zhongtian let him get his wish? As soon as the other party leaned his body, he jumped up directly!

When Mu Tu found that there was no one to rely on behind him, Chu Zhongtian had already jumped in the air, and he only felt a gloom above his head...... When he looked up, he saw the amateur player standing directly above him, leaning forward and pushing the flying soccer ball back!

"Pretty!!" While the commentator was still reading the list, the commentators around him were already howling excitedly.

"Beautiful header!!"

In the studio of Sichuan Satellite TV, the commentator was taken aback, and saw the guests around him clenching their fists excitedly, staring at the TV screen and yelling.

He turned his head to look at the TV screen again, only to see that the football had been pushed out, and Chu Zhongtian fell just in time to press on Mutu.

The referee's whistle sounded.

※※※ "I fouled?" Mutu felt aggrieved, and he pointed to himself and asked the referee repeatedly.

The referee nodded. He made a shrug gesture to signal that he was just fighting people below.

Mu Tu glanced at Chu Zhongtian, who had risen from the ground, in disbelief, and said in his heart: Am I resistant? Is this kid jumping too high, okay? Even if I want to resist, I have to be able to resist him!

But he knew that there was no way to explain these things to the referee, and he didn't suffer anything anyway, so forget it.

So he shook his head and ran back.

Plum. Sidwell ran up to check on Chu Zhongtian's condition, he had just fallen vertically from the air almost one person high...... "How is it?" Did it hurt? ”

Chu Zhongtian shook his head: "Fortunately, there is a human flesh cushion underneath." He was referring to Mutu, who had just fallen and pressed on him.

"Hah!" Sidwell was amused by his statement. "Well done, Chu, we got possession!"

"Good." Chu Zhongtian nodded, "How can we attack?" ”

Sidwell patted him: "You are in charge of this, Chu." ”

Chu Zhongtian reacted suddenly-yes, today he is the core of the team, and he is responsible for both offense and defense.

"Okay, let's test it......" Chu Zhongtian looked at the Chelsea defense line in front of him, and the captain's armband was John . John Terry and German centre-back Hutter stand out, both of them tall and have excellent headers. "Take a free kick in a while, don't just kick it forward, pass it to me."

He commanded, and ran to the side.

※※※ "Chu's defense was successful and caused a foul on Mutu. 'He's not affected at all, even against Chelsea and he's been normal and I can't tell from his face that he's nervous. ”

Since watching the last game, he has paid special attention to this Chinese kid.

"I think the referee's decision is debatable...... Mutu's ball should not have been a foul, and he didn't take the initiative to top it down there. Price came out again and disagreed with Mortenson. Mortenson doesn't care, this kind of commentary is interesting.

Seeing his son jump high in front of the TV and push the football out of the air, Chu Zuosheng couldn't help but clench his fists and scream, but soon he covered his mouth again and looked back at the bedroom, where the door was closed and there was no sound. Only then did he relax and continue to turn his head to watch the game.

When he turned his head back, the door behind him opened a crack again...... "Chu's behavior was normal...... No, or excellent! Boss John in the stands exclaimed. He is not nervous or abnormal at all in this kind of competition, and his psychological quality is really good! ”

"He's a man who was born to be a big spectacle, ha!" His classmate Charles. Philip exclaimed excitedly. "I knew it!"

"Are we going to sing? Uncle John? Emily asked. She really wanted to see Chu Zhongtian's reaction when she heard this song, and she was even a little impatient.

"No, Emily." Boss John shook his head, "It's not time yet...... You know, it's always not good enough to come out at first, and we're going to have to wait. He will have a better performance and sing it when the time comes. ”

Emily pouted, a little disappointed. But Uncle John is right, it's just been a minute into the game, just sing it, I guess more people will only find it inexplicable, right? Emotions are to be brewed, and in less than twenty minutes, the fans can't get up emotionally, even if they sing it themselves, others feel strange and won't follow along. That would be too small to be effective.

※※※ The game restarted, and Sidwell handed the ball to Chu Zhongtian, who was not far from him.

"Chu received the ball." Mortenson said.

"Chu Zhongtian received a pass! What will he do next? The commentator of Sichuan Satellite TV said excitedly. It seems that every time Chu Zhongtian touches the ball, it is like touching the commentator's G-spot, which makes him so excited that he can't control himself.

Chu Zhongtian received the ball, and he didn't do anything next. He stopped the ball and looked up, and with a long pass, there wasn't a good chance. Chelsea is indeed a little underestimated, showing that no one has come up to force him until now when he has the ball, but the opponent's defense is still well organized, and Chelsea's defenders are just instinctively positioned, which makes Chu Zhongtian feel that it is difficult to pass the ball.

But since no one came up to force it, he simply dribbled forward with the ball himself!

Before the game, Eames said that the team's tactics in this game were defensive counterattacks, and he knew that counterattacks were not counterattacks, but when it was not counterattacks, how could he organize positional battles?

Positional battles are not enough on your own and the forwards, and when you compress the opposition's defence, you need some fresh forces to distract the opposition's defence, such as full-backs inserting. Need to wave your hand to get the full-backs to press up? Although this can distract the opponent's defense, it also makes the second half of the court empty, and once the opponent breaks the ball, he plays a counterattack...... Chu Zhongtian gave up this approach, he just let Sidwell press up, and then passed the ball out. He continued to run, looking for space to catch and pass.

After the pass, he moved from behind Sidwell's ass to the other side while he watched the situation change on the pitch. He saw an opening, but Borger didn't run...... It's a pity, even if you force it over, you just fly directly out of the sideline.

Damn, blogger, you kid give me a positive one!

He still has to pass the ball and then continue to carry forward.

Almost before he advanced to the 30-metre zone of the opposition, Chelsea's Frank Lampard rushed up to defend him.

Chu Zhongtian knows that his passing is not his strong point, and Lampard's defensive ability is not weak. So I cleverly chose to send it back.

Sidwell didn't dare to take more balls, and after seeing Chu Zhongtian pull it back, he passed the football to him.

In the time of these back and forth passes, Chu Zhongtian still did not find a suitable passing route, his players were too rigid in their running position, and Chelsea players were always able to easily jam the passing route. Could it be that the game has just started and everyone is not in the game?

But football can't stay under your feet all the time. The Chelsea players are not fools and the fact that no one has come to grab his ball now does not mean that no one has come to grab him after more than a minute of possession.

Since there is no way to pass the ball, how do you attack?

Shot!

A thought came to Chu Zhongtian's mind.

Yes, shoot straight to the goal!

Chu Zhongtian glanced up at the goal, and now it was about twenty-eight meters away from the goal...... And he doesn't have anyone around him, no Chelsea players, no players of his own, what else can he do if he doesn't shoot?

Chu Zhongtian gently knocked the football forward, then took a step, stepped on the ball with his left foot, and picked it up with his right foot.

Now he doesn't have to recite all the shooting formulas in his heart.

Kick the soccer ball with the instep of the right foot and exert force with the right leg.

The soccer ball thuded towards the goal.

None of the people present, including the commentators in Britain and China, could have imagined that Chu Zhongtian would shoot directly.

Perhaps Cudicini was an exception, as he made a save only after seeing the ball fly into the box, but it was clearly too late.

Chu Zhongtian's shot of the football was very fast and powerful, but unfortunately it was slightly off, and finally flew out of the stadium by grazing the crossbar, which shocked the Chelsea fans in the stands to "whew" and collectively amazed.

"Wow......" Mortenson was taken aback by the corner kick and paused for a moment before saying, "What a sudden...... If it hits the frame, I bet Cudicini can't help it! ”

Price, who was next to him, wanted to refute it, but when he thought about it, it was really the case...... With that kind of ball speed just now, if it hits within the range of the goal frame, unless it is shot directly at Cudicini, judging from Cudicini's reaction just now, he really can't save it...... Although a little unwilling, Price could only remain silent.

※※※ "Ah! Damn ......" Eames held his head in his hands and pulled his hair regretfully. He watched Chu Zhongtian shoot with his feet, and for a moment he thought the ball had scored, but in the end, the ball grazed the crossbar. "It seems that Chu is in good shape today!" Regret is over, he turned to the assistant coach behind him Ingrid and said.

Ingrid was in the same position with him - with his head in his hands, and he was also sorry that the ball did not go further.

"I remember you didn't let him shoot much long......" Ingrid asked.

"Yes, I didn't. It's all on his own, but it's working out well. Eames nodded, lowered his hand, and walked back to the dugout.

※※※ "Beautiful shot! Wimbledon fans in the stands cheered loudly. Even if they didn't score, Chu Zhongtian's shot still made them feel very uplifted. At least you Chelsea don't dare to underestimate them anymore!

"Shoot - it's a shame!! Hit a little higher...... Ah! "The two commentators of Sichuan TV have completely let go, anyway, they are cheering for their fellow countrymen, and there is no need to worry about fans accusing them of favoring one side - no matter how many Chelsea fans there are, they are also foreign teams, can they compare to our own Sichuan children? If someone calls them and asks them about injustice, answer him like that.

"Oops!" Chu Zuosheng, who was sitting in the living room, stomped his foot with the voice of the commentator. Then he quickly covered his mouth, held the remote control in his other hand, and pressed the mute button. He listened intently, and didn't notice anything unusual in the bedroom behind him, so he reopened it.

“…… This is Chu Zhongtian's first shot on goal, and it is also the first shot of Wimbledon Athletic in this game, and it is the first shot on goal in this game! The commentator seemed to have to find some historical significance for the shot.

'He's not nervous at all, it's a very high-quality shot! Do you see it? Goalkeepers like Cudicini didn't react! The commentators continued to praise Chu Zhongtian on the replay of the shot.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian looked down at the right foot of the shot, the first shot was so close to the goal, it seems that he is in good shape today...... Sure enough, the more people there were, the more excited he became.

However, he looked up at Joe, who was running back. Shirin gestured and shouted, "Dead Jeep, you have to run, don't stand in one place, then I won't be able to pass the ball!" ”

His task is to organise the attack, to mobilize the whole team, after all, he can't beat Chelsea alone.

Shirin apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect us to have an attack so soon......"

Chu Zhongtian clenched his fists at him: "Concentrate, dead jeep." Didn't you want to tell them that you're doing well right now? ”

"Of course I do, but John. Terry's guy is hard to...... Well, I'll try to get rid of him and pass me the ball when the time comes! ”

Shi Lin waved his fist at Chu Zhongtian to show confidence.

When Chu Zhongtian heard his words, he glanced up at the Chelsea players, and the eyes of those people looking at the praying mantis in front of them who were only opening their arms and trying to stop them from moving forward were a little different, and they seemed to be slightly stimulated.

When the time comes to pass you the ball?

Hell knows when it will be...... "Go back to the defense, dead jeep." Hooking his hand at Xi Lin, Chu Zhongtian turned around and ran back.

Hopefully next time when we attack, it's still 0-0.

(To be continued)