Chu Zhongtian practiced at the King's Ranch, and he was very involved in training, and gradually he really didn't think about what happened to the life-and-death battle between the team and Warringford, and when he remembered to ask the score, he was already outside the Dons Bar.

At that time, he hurried to the bar, ready to start the evening's work, only to find that no one had returned at the door, the door of the bar was closed, and it was dark inside.

Suddenly patting his forehead, Chu Zhongtian took out the key, opened the door by himself, walked in and turned on the light, and began to prepare for the opening of the business.

Apparently the gang didn't come back because they went to see the game.

I don't know what the final result of the game will be. He didn't have a cell phone, and he couldn't make a phone call to ask. In the afternoon, when he trained at the King's Ranch, he was so focused on training that he didn't want anything else. But now when he's not training, his mind is full of this afternoon's game.

Did we win? Or is it ...... Lost? Even a draw is not a good result.

Wallingford is not an underdog and not easy to play against. Otherwise they wouldn't be in the top three of the league. In the last round of the league, Wimbledon were held to a draw by Fim Regren, while Warringford won the gap between the two teams from three points to one, and if there is another slip in this game, Wimbledon will not be able to secure the second place in the league.

The first league can be promoted directly to the corresponding higher league, while the second league can not be directly promoted, but can get a play-off place, and play a play-off with the second-to-last of the eighth division to compete for a second promotion spot.

But if you finish third in the league, it means that you have worked hard in vain this season, there is nothing, there will be no promotion, and there will be no promotion to the play-offs.

The third and first places in the league are both top three, but the treatment is very different.

Chu Zhongtian absentmindedly made preparations for the opening of the business, put the chair down from the table, wiped every table and chair clean, cleaned up the clutter behind the table, carefully checked the storage status of today's wine, and went out to turn the sign outside to the "open" side. After doing all this, he hung his apron around his neck, tied it around his waist, and began to wait for the guests to come to the door.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he was a little surprised to see Boss John and Old Bent appear at the door, and he didn't hear them at all until he saw them. In the past, Uncle Bent and the others had not yet reached the door, and the voice had already drifted into the house, and he could hear it clearly from a distance of more than ten meters. How can it be so quiet today?

After seeing their expressions, his heart chuckled, and a sense of foreboding came over him, and it grew stronger and stronger.

"Hi, Chu." Boss John said hello to Chu Zhongtian listlessly, and walked straight upstairs. Old Bent and his party sat down in their respective seats, and no one raised their hands to ask for wine. For a moment, the air in the bar seemed to become solemn.

"That, old man Bent ......" Chu Zhongtian took the initiative to hand a glass of beer to old Bent, wanting to inquire about the score by the way.

"We lost, Chu. Now we are 10 points away from being top of the league. ”

Old Bent raised his head and smiled at Chu Zhongtian, but his smile was more bitter than the dark beer in Chu Zhongtian's hand.

※※※Yes, Wimbledon lost the afternoon game worth six points. In the absence of Russell, Borger, and Chu Zhongtian, they can only rely on simple long passes and hangings in attack, and the teams in the ninth division are not afraid of long passes. In defense, without Chu Zhongtian's tireless running and interception in the midfield, the pressure on the back line has increased sharply, and there is no way to go up to support the striker, and the midfield and midfield are a little disjointed. The game was bad, the team wanted to win but didn't know how to win, and then they became more and more impatient, and they could only watch the victory get farther and farther away from them.

In the end, they were scored twice by their opponents, but not once.

It wasn't too embarrassing, and it certainly wasn't their worst defeat of the season, but it could well be their worst defeat of the season.

With six rounds remaining, they are 10 points behind the first place and two points behind the second place. To be realistic, they can only change their goal from fighting for first to fighting for second. At least one play-off spot is better than a bamboo basket and an empty one...... But now it seems that even if it is the second place, it depends on the face of others.

The bar quickly returned to normal, and one after another people came to drink, and they started chatting, chatting about the afternoon game, or something. Everyone's face gradually returned to normal.

For these people, it's just a game lost, and it's not like nothing has been experienced. I've seen things like relegation from the top flight, I've seen teams abandon them and move to their homes, so what's the point of losing a game in the ninth division? Even if there is really no way to be promoted in the end and stay in this ninth-tier league, they didn't expect this team to be promoted in the first year of its existence, right? So what's there to be frustrated all the time?

Only Chu Zhongtian was silent, and his face was not very good-looking.

He can understand the thoughts of fans who are used to seeing strong winds and waves at this time, but he is different from those people, and he has his own reasons why he can't lose. Therefore, in the face of such a reality, he seemed very depressed and helpless.

He benefited a lot from an afternoon of training, with a special coach on his side to guide the training, and he groped for blind practice, which was really different, but this kind of training is not available every day. That's his frustration – once again he thinks why he's not a professional, why can't the team train seven days a week except on match days? For the first time, he even felt that part-time work and study took up too much time, twenty-four hours a day, and he couldn't squeeze out more time for practice now, no matter how much he squeezed it.

Time!

The most precious thing, the thing he lacked the most right now.

If there was a way to reinvent yourself in one day, gain unimaginable abilities, and kill all sides, it would be great...... Chu Zhongtian shook his head, this idea was too mysterious. In fact, it is impossible to have such a good thing, and you can achieve success that is the envy of others without paying any price. If you want to get it, you have to lose something.

Boss John had already come downstairs, and after changing his clothes, he was busy in the bar, sometimes chatting with the familiar drinkers. There was not the slightest pain on his face that the team had lost.

The people in the entire bar seemed to be normal, except for Chu Zhongtian.

When Chu Zhongtian ended his ban and returned to the field, Wimbledon also ushered in a victory, on April 19, at home, they beat the Glenford Vikings 1-0, finally did not continue to fall, but also reserved some hope for the second place.

This is the last game in the Easter holidays, with school opening on Monday, April 21 and the start of Term 3.

Those students who went out to travel returned to the school to report, friends who had not seen each other for a long time also reunited, and the campus that had been deserted for nearly a month was lively again.

Charles. Philip and Joseph. Kenny took advantage of the Easter holidays to travel to Newcastle in the north of England, because Kenny's relatives were in Newcastle, and they had free houses to live in and free football games to watch - Kenny's relatives were die-hard Newcastle fans. They watched two Premier League games under Kenny's relatives, took a lot of live photos at St James' Park, and showed off their 'Premier League trips' when they came back to meet people they knew.

"Gee, you don't know how many people are at St James' Park! That momentum...... Tsk, it's much more spectacular than Shecherst Park! It's all park courses, why is the gap so big? ”

"This is Alain. A picture of Shearer celebrating after his goal, he ran right under our stands, haha! How's I looking? ”

"As for this...... That's even more amazing! This is Alain. Shearer's signed hat! I almost got squeezed out of the stands for this autograph......"

While they were in the classroom boasting about what they had brought, someone at the door was calling their names.

"Emily!" The two of them looked back in amazement at the slender figure waving at the door.

Emily. Stan beckons to them.

After the two men walked out, Emily greeted her, "Charles, Joseph, long time no see!" How are you doing? Oh yes, I know Charles isn't doing very well. Speaking of this, Emily suddenly opened her mouth and laughed, "Good figure, Charles." ”

Philip was flushed by what Emily said, and stood there unable to say a word, while Joseph. Kenny, his friend, patted him on the shoulder and laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

Apparently, she had already seen the disc. Charles's streaking was just a small episode, and Emily was stunned when she first watched it, and then she leaned back and laughed in front of her laptop.

What really excited her was Chu Zhongtian's professional-level long-range shot...... Even when she was watching the replay, she couldn't help but clench her fists and yell in front of the computer. Thanks to Uncle John, who handled this place when he commissioned someone to make this disc, and there were many replays, which allowed her to relive Chu Zhongtian's first goal again and again.

"How's the movie?" Kenny wiped tears from his eyes after laughing and asked a question that wouldn't keep his friend in embarrassment.

"That's good, I got a lot of autographs, hehe!" Emily smirked.

"Really?!" This made Kenny's mouth water, and he screamed with envy.

"Tom. Cruise! ”

"Ahh

"Nicholas. Cage! ”

"Wow!"

"Julia. Roberts! ”

"Wow!"

"Al. Pacino! ”

"Ahh

The two of them were playing a game, and every time Emily called out a name, Kenny screamed in surprise and envy. Of course, these people are all well-deserved big names in Hollywood, and it is indeed something to envy to be able to get their autographs.

"The last ......" Emily looked at Kenny and asked with a smile, "Pooh. Jones!! ”

This time Kenny doesn't cooperate with her yelling. He let out a puzzled "huh".

"What's your reaction?" Emily pouted. "Don't you know that he has been in Hollywood for a long time?"

"Of course I know that...... Kenny scratched his head, "I just think it's normal for you to meet those big stars in Hollywood, and it depends on luck when you meet him." ”

"You're right, I'm lucky. I also met him by chance on set, and I told him I was a Wimbledon fan, a fan of his, and he struck up a conversation with me. Emily was smiling happily. When he's not drinking, he looks kind, hehe! ”

"The problem is that he doesn't drink much." Philip next to him shrugged. There is such a part of the Wimbledon team against Vinnie. Jones is a man who loves and hates him, and what he loves is best represented by his "mad gang spirit", and what hates him is his rough style of play - not everyone likes the unscrupulous style of play for great victories, and even the "mad gang" known for its brutality only existed in the mid-to-late eighties.

"Do you have any extra signatures?" Kenny ignores his good friend, who is more concerned with autographs. "I'm also a fan of him." How many Wimbledon fans are not his fans? The "big gang leader" who best represented the spirit of the mad gang in the past.

"Nope." Emily shrugged and spread her hands. "He's so short on time, I can only ask for an autograph. I saved it myself, hee-hee! ”

Kenny had a look of regret on his face, but the big Hollywood stars didn't appeal to him as much as he appeared, and he was mainly trying to please Emily. The biggest attraction is the second-tier Pooh of Hollywood. Jones, because he used to be the captain of Wimbledon. For a true fan, Pooh. Jones is the biggest star.

Emily finished answering Kenny's question and glanced into the classroom again. She was looking for Chu Zhongtian. In the past, as long as they were in the classroom, these three people were absolutely inseparable, but now Chu Zhongtian was not around, which made her a little puzzled.

If it weren't for the fact that she was going to say hello to her tutor and tell him that she was back, and that she would finish her studies in school in the last semester of this school year, she would probably be the first person she would find after coming to school would be Chu Zhongtian. She had just returned from her mentor's office, and the person she wanted to see most now was none other than Chu Zhongtian.

"Why isn't Chu with you?"

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Philip and Kenny in front of her.

"He's skipping class." Kenny replied with a shrug.

"Skipping class?" Emily was taken aback. In her opinion, Chu Zhongtian is definitely a model of serious study, and she has never missed any class, nor has she been late or left early. In the beginning, he didn't even go to the competition for the sake of class...... Philip nodded beside him: "Well, there was a game of ours this afternoon, and he went to play. ”

"I remember he would never skip class just because he was playing." Emily frowned, she thought it was too strange.

Philip and Kenny looked at each other, and then Philip said to Emily, "You can't see Wimbledon in the United States, can you?" ”

Emily nodded, "Of course, I've only seen one game. She pointed at Philip and smiled.

As soon as he thought that he was actually seen by the school's public lover**, Philip was red-faced and speechless. So Kenny picked up: "The team is in a bad situation right now, Russell is seriously injured and said goodbye to the season, Borger and Chu both missed the game due to suspension some time ago, so the results are not good, and now we are third in the league, ten points away from the first in the league." If there are any problems in the next matches, there may be no way to upgrade. ”

As soon as Kenny introduced the situation, Emily understood what was going on - Chu Zhongtian obviously didn't want the team's efforts for a season to go to waste, so he would rather skip class and go to the game.

I didn't expect to come back for more than a month, and the situation was already so critical. Even Chu Zhongtian, who usually never skips class, couldn't sit still, and couldn't care about abiding by his "principles" anymore.

Emily wondered why Chu Zhongtian was so anxious?

She thought of the scene more than a month ago when she planned to go to the United States to make a movie to say goodbye to Chu Zhongtian. At the gate of the school, Chu Zhongtian said to himself: "We'll see you again in a month, I hope I can give you a gift at that time." ”

A light flashed through her head.

Could it be that the gift is a team upgrade?

Emily looked at her watch, it was four forty-five in the afternoon, and the game usually started around half past four. It's been fifteen minutes, and it seems that if I run over now, I can still catch up with the game.

"It's nice to see you again, we'll talk about it later." Now that she had decided to skip class, Emily didn't have the heart to continue talking to Philip and Kenny here, so she waved at them and turned to run outside.

"Where are you going? Emily! Kenny shouted behind her. Classes are coming soon......"

"Skip class, watch the ball!!"

Emily's voice could be heard in the distance.

In the last class of the afternoon, the second-year instructor of the Department of Drama Performance stood in front of the blackboard, looking down, and his students were sitting below, but he was not surprised that he did not find Emily among them. If Emily hadn't come to see him at noon, he would have thought that the student was still in the United States, and he wouldn't have returned to China at all.

"This Emily ......"

He shook his head helplessly.

He really believed it at the time when he said that from today to the end of the semester, he would never miss classes again. Now that I think of myself, a fifty-year-old man, I have such a naïve side - I can't believe a woman's words, even if it's just a twenty-year-old schoolgirl......

(To be continued)