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Twenty-eight-year-old Brian May is at the heart of Sandhurst's attack, and for proof, he wears the number 10 shirt. The team's only goal came when he suddenly pulled up to the side and set up a low pass from a team-mate.

The ball cut through the entire Wimbledon defence, flying between the defenders and the goalkeeper, and no one dared to touch it. In the end, it reached the feet of his teammates smoothly.

But such a wonderful ball, he can't pass it every time, in fact, for him, it is rare to be able to pass such a ball comparable to a professional player. That was what happened in the first half, and until the second half, he was still complacent about that pass.

As long as he won this game, he was in the mood to go to the bar for a drink just for the pass. And it's free!

However, his good mood was wiped out after the ball was broken by the black-haired, yellow-skinned Wimbledon No. 8 shirt.

For him, Wimbledon's No. 13 was difficult enough, and he finally looked forward to his end, but he didn't expect the No. 8 to be even more difficult to deal with...... The physical fitness is better than the number 13, and the fighting spirit is surpassed. If the number 13 wants to stop himself, he needs to at least use a foul and get some set-pieces. And now what about this number 8? Neat!

Brian May was stabbed out by Wimbledon's No.8 before he could get the ball out at his feet, and he turned to chase after him, but the opponent only took one step and left him behind. He looked at the distance between the two and chose to give up.

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When Chu Zhongtian watched from the sidelines, he always put himself and Ward in their shoes. The conclusion is that he should not need to foul. Now the actual situation has proved the correctness of his thinking. Two consecutive steals without a foul, very easy. Let him have such a feeling: Is it true that the ninth division is all at this level?

After breaking the ball, he looked up to observe the movement of his teammates, and saw that Russell was raising his hand to ask for the ball, so he passed the ball directly.

Chu Zhongtian broke the ball twice in a row, which made him get the applause of the Wimbledon fans, and Emily who was on the field jumped up and down excitedly, holding up the sign in her hand and shouting: "Chu! Clear! Come on! ”

Seeing that Chu Zhongtian was so popular, Russell was of course not to be outdone. He has always been very confident in his foot skills, and after receiving Chu Zhongtian's pass, the opponent's back waist immediately pasted up. Russell, who had his back to the attack, first raised his right foot and walked around the top of the football, made a feint to dunk the ball to the left, and then raised his right foot after the opponent was fooled, and made a move to pluck the ball to the right, which led the opponent to be fooled again, and the third time was real - he used his right foot to dunk the football to the left, and at the same time turned around and broke through!

"Beautiful!" Ingrid couldn't help but shout below, although he didn't admit it, but compared with Chu Zhongtian, he was indeed more optimistic about Russell.

Such an outstanding individual breakthrough is remarkable at this level of competition, and Russell is a professional player. If it weren't for his poor physical fitness, he would have played professionally a long time ago.

Russell, who easily flicked past his opponents, looked up into the box, Joe Schilling was active, he caught the attention of two opposing players, and Captain Kevin Cooper was hiding behind him without being marked for the time being...... What are you waiting for if you don't pass the ball at this time?

Russell flicked his ankle and passed the ball through the air, and Joe Schilling fought for the top that drew the two Sandhurst defenders who were marking him to jump in the air. But the ball wasn't passed to Shirin at all, and the three of them all went to the top.

Kevin Cooper came out from behind, slotted to the top with an unmarked leap and hit the ball!

The football drilled into the goal between the goalkeeper and the post, 1:1!

"Hooray!" The Wimbledon fans, who had been silent for most of the half, could finally burst into cheers as they leapt from the ground with their hands raised in the air, and for a time, the stadium became the home of Wimbledon.

"Super Kevin Cooper!!" The fans shouted loudly.

Cooper was also excited after the goal, and he ran to Russell with open arms. Russell laughed and waited for the captain to rush up and hug him.

The rest of the Wimbledon players rushed up from the back to celebrate the goal.

"Two pounds! Two pounds! The number that Borger shouted was an assist bonus, and although it was very small, he was still happy for his friend, after all, the goal was directly assisted by Russell, and they equalized!

Only one person did not join the team celebrating the goal.

Chu Zhongtian rushed directly to Sandhurst's goal from the backfield, and then pushed away the Sandhurst goalkeeper who was blocking the way and picked up the football on the ground.

With more than 20 minutes to go, it stands to reason that they have plenty of time and should enjoy their goals at this time. But he didn't think so, he wasn't the captain, he couldn't yell at his team-mates and get them back to kick off, but he could control himself, now it's just an equaliser, it's not a lead, he doesn't want to celebrate.

After placing the ball in the centre circle, he retreated to the defensive area and stood in the midfield position waiting for his team-mates to celebrate.

"This ball Russell has a beautiful pass!" Ingrid was excited.

Eames said on the side: "The initiator of the attack is Chu. ”

After seeing Chu Zhongtian running to the center circle with a football in his arms, he stood up from the coach's seat and shouted to the players who had already celebrated their goals: "It's just a equalizer!" I want to win! To win! ”

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Brian May is in a terrible mood right now, and I'm afraid he doesn't have the heart to have a drink after the game, because it was his own mishandling mistake that caused the team to concede the goal.

This time, he wasn't going to give the other party a chance to force him up. As he ran forward with the ball, he changed direction early and intended to break through the Wimbledon No.8 from the side.

He obviously underestimated Chu Zhongtian's intuition.

At the same time as he changed direction, Chu Zhongtian also turned to that side at the same time. Then I saw Brian May as if he had been sucked by Chu Zhongtian, and hit him head-on......

The ball was lost again.

"Yay!" Emily held up the sign in her hand and shouted happily.

She watched so many Wimbledon games, and this was the best performance of Chu Zhongtian in her memory.

The ball that was cut off by Chu Zhongtian fell to his teammates, and returned to the feet of Andy Sullivan beside him, Sullivan gave Chu Zhongtian a thumbs up, and then turned around and took the ball away. Wimbledon launched another offensive.

And Chu Zhongtian, who had completed the task, stayed behind, ready to meet the enemy who came again. His job is very simple, it's defense, and when the team is attacking, he doesn't want to show himself.

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Eames noticed that someone else had done it to him, and he took his eyes off the court to find that it was Keith Ward. "Hi, Wodi. You did a good job on the pitch. ”

Ward smiled and shook his head: "Now I can retire early, there are people who are better than me in the defensive midfield position. ”

"There's no need to rush to retire." Eames shook his head, "You have more experience than Chu, you can still help him in this regard." And you can play multiple positions at the back, we still need you, Wardy. Also, you can give that kid a little bit more in training, your experience is valuable to him. ”

"Chu?"

Eames nodded. "He lacks a little bit of experience, and defensively I think he's relying more on talent, which is great, but if he has experience, he can make fewer detours."

Ward agreed without hesitation, and then he asked the question, "Mr. Eames, why are you so interested in that Chinese boy?" ”

"You didn't go to the tryout, you didn't see him play against a couple of attacking players on one person. In him, I saw the shadow of the 'mad gang'. Eames shook his head and said, "The current Wimbledon is getting farther and farther away from that 'mad gang'......"

Ingrid heard Eames's words on the side, and sighed in his heart: It turns out that Eames is particularly optimistic about Chu because of this...... It's just that in the current football environment, you want to restore the "crazy gang"? It's absolutely impossible. Many defensive actions of modern football teams have been restricted, and they used to be behind the tackle will not eat cards, but now they will receive a yellow card for side and back tackles, and the Crazy Gang used to rely on the rough and wild style of play to run rampant in English football, and even overturn the giant Liverpool, but now this trick no longer works. The current media environment and the commercialization of football have also made it difficult to play football, and the small team Wimbledon, which always plays against the big teams, has no room to survive.

Why did Wimbledon last eight seasons in the Premier League and end up relegated? Didn't Terry never think about it? Why is Wimbledon now facing the prospect of moving to Milton Keynes, and doesn't Terry know why?

Now is no longer the time when the "mad gang" can still go crazy. Fourteen years ago, people mentioned the "mad gang" with a little fear. Now the "mad gang" is just a symbol that refers to the "Wimbledon" team, and has no special meaning.

Like them are Nottingham Forest. The generation of giants who won the European Champions Cup twice can now only survive in League One (and later the Championship), fighting for relegation.

It's the best of times for those big clubs.

These are the worst times for small clubs that don't have money.

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Sandhurst's coach was demoralised after Wimbledon's equaliser and was in danger of a comeback. He weighed it and found that his team was content with just a point, and there was no need to risk the attack, and if Wimbledon scored another goal, 60 minutes of hard work would be in vain.

So he decisively commanded the team to shrink the defense line and began to defend steadily.

Chu Zhongtian suddenly became a little idle. The opponent's No. 10 player never came up again, he had no opponent, and he was always walking in the back, which was not a good choice......

Chu Zhongtian looked at the front court that was hot in front of him, and then looked at the cold and deserted backcourt, and he hesitated about whether to go up and participate in the attack.

Compared to defense, he really doesn't have much confidence in his offensive ability. Although he also had a record of scoring goals when he was in the junior team, he always went up to fight for a header from a set-piece.

Do you want to go up or not?

He looked around and saw Emily behind the opponent's goal. Then I saw the piece of paper in her hand......

Clear! Come on!

"I'm thinking...... How do people like you celebrate when they score a goal......"

Chu Zhongtian gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

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"Block the middle lane and watch their number 16!" Sandhurst's goalkeeper shouted at his team-mates to defend. Russell was active when he came on the pitch and quickly received special attention from the opposition.

The two men came up and did everything they could to stop Russell from comfortably taking the ball, so that he could no longer turn easily.

Russell was holding the football, with his back to the direction of the attack, and just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly saw Chu Zhongtian.

He wanted to pass the football to Chu Zhongtian, and then cut and run by himself, and then catch the ball.

But it was just such a stunned kung fu that the ball under his feet was broken.

"Oops......" Russell's heart was cold - his teammates were basically rushing up, and if he conceded the ball, the defense would be empty now......

Chu Zhongtian originally wanted to come up to help the attack, but he didn't expect to see Russell lose the ball just after rushing up, so he temporarily changed his mind and rushed towards the opponent's broken ball.

When the opposing player saw someone rushing up, he immediately passed the ball to his teammates, and at the same time, Chu Zhongtian also changed the direction of his running halfway and killed the player who was holding the ball now.

After Chu Zhongtian saw clearly which person was holding the ball, he laughed.

Coincidentally, it's the 10th again.

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Brian May felt that today must not be his lucky day, why every time he got the ball, it must be the opponent's No. 8 who appeared in front of him?

He ran out of moves, his mind went blank, and he watched as the number 8 poked the ball from under his feet......

Chu Zhongtian didn't have time to sigh that this defense succeeded so easily, cutting off the opponent's ball, just when the opponent was about to counterattack, there was a gap in their defense. This is a good opportunity for us to attack!

He passed the ball directly to Russell, who was still in front of him, frustrated by the loss of the goal.

"Don't lose it again!" Along with the passing of the football, there was also his shouting.

The football was lost, and Russell couldn't be happier. He knew it was the best time to attack. Sandhurst's players clearly didn't expect their possession to be lost so quickly......

After the goal, Kevin Cooper was taken care of by the opposition and could no longer pass the ball in. Joe Schilling was also not well positioned, with Borger on the flanks facing a struggle from opposition full-backs and Andy Sullivan being too far away from him......

What to do?

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Eames saw possession change hands several times in the space of just half a minute and he got up from his seat because experience had taught him it was a good time for them to attack. He yelled at Russell, who was hesitant, "Shoot, bastard!" What are you waiting for?! ”

The so-called bystander is clear, which is the time to say. Russell, as the authority, did not see the big picture as thoroughly as Eames on the field.

After Russell heard Eames's roar, he was still a little hesitant, because his long-range shooting skills were not very good, and he was not good at long-range shooting.

At this time, he heard Chu Zhongtian's voice coming from behind: "Long shot!" Sissy! ”

I'm not a sissy! Russell scolded angrily in his heart, no longer hesitated, and after slightly adjusting the direction of his body, he shot from a distance!

The ball made a clear arc and went around the heads of defenders in the box and headed straight for the far corner of the goal.

Sandhurst's goalkeeper was blocked from view by his own and it was too late for him to make a save when he saw the ball flying over......

The ball grazed the post and flew into the far corner of the goal!

Eames swung his fist hard.

After the goal, Russell didn't wave his fist and roar loudly in celebration, he still couldn't believe that he had scored the goal with this kick, and he flew in by grazing the goalpost, which was a dead end! If there is a narrator at the scene, he will definitely shout, "World Wave-!! ”

Did I really score?

Russell had just asked himself this question in his mind when he was hugged by Borger, who yelled excitedly, "Five pounds! Five pounds! "This number is a goal bonus." You've got the money to treat me to a drink now, Alay! ”

Chu Zhongtian also opened his arms and rushed forward, "Listen to me, sissy, right?" He shouted happily in Russell's ear. He knew that now that Russell had scored, everyone was happy, so he took the opportunity to shout nicknames he didn't like, and he couldn't help it.

"Hell! I'm not a sissy! Russell growled angrily.

"Ha, it's okay! In exchange, I allow you to keep calling me 'Mad Dog'! Chu Zhongtian slapped Russell's head hard, grinning Russell's teeth - it hurts!

"light......" Russell looked up and just wanted to continue protesting, when he saw more slaps coming at him, so frightened that he quickly shrunk his neck, and the rest of the protests were all covered by those slaps back into his stomach.

With a crackling sound, everyone slapped Russell's head as a ball.

After the crowd dispersed, Russell covered his head, a little annoyed: "! Who's still grabbing my hair?! ”

Of course, no one came forward to admit it, and a fool would do it.

"Reversal! Oh yes! Now we are ahead! We are ahead!! The players on the pitch celebrated, and the Wimbledon fans cheered even louder than the previous goal. With fourteen minutes to go, the team came back from the blister, and they both knew it meant a boost in their hopes of winning. It looks like Wimbledon's league debut is going to end in victory.

Although there were only more than 1,000 people, their shouts were still deafening in this small stadium.

In the midst of such cheers, Eames said triumphantly to Ingrid: "If this were a live TV broadcast, my substitution would have been praised by the media, hey!" ”

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Russell is no longer obsessed with who grabbed his hair, he was surrounded by his teammates just now before he could react, and he couldn't break through if he wanted to, and he planned to celebrate with his family after the goal......

Now that his teammates were scattered, he ran to where his family was, and then hugged his mother.

"Well done, son!" His mom patted Russell on the back and whispered in his ear.

"Brother, your kick just now is so beautiful!" His brother, Luther Russell, was bouncing around them, elated.

The father's emotions are not so exposed, he is just smiling and proud. Because at this moment, so many people on the sidelines were cheering for his son, and as a father, he was proud.

Chu Zhongtian saw this scene behind his back, and suddenly felt envious.

It would be nice if my mom was standing on the sidelines when he was playing and could hug him after he scored......

When I think about it, the excitement after the assist just now disappeared without a trace. No matter how well I played, no one cheered for me, which is somewhat regrettable......

"Chu! Clear! A crisp female voice pulled him out of his lonely mood.

He looked up and quickly found the source of the cry. Diagonally in front of her, behind Sandhurst's goal, Emily was holding a card in one hand and waving the other to attract his attention.

Seeing that she had looked over, Emily gave him a thumbs up, and then pointed to the deck of signs in her hand.

Chu, come on!

"Well done, Chu! Awesome! She exclaimed.

Kevin Cooper's voice also sounded in his ears: "There are still ten minutes left, you must hold on, and be careful of the opponent's counterattack!" Clear! ”

Chu Zhongtian, who was looking at Emily, felt someone clapping his hand on his shoulder.

He looked back at the captain.

"Well done." Cooper gave him a thumbs up.

Chu Zhongtian grinned and smiled.

He was no longer lonely and uncomfortable that no one was cheering for him, because now there were people on the sidelines holding signs with his name on them, cheering for him.

He likes the feeling of having teammates and fighting for the same goal. If you win, you can pat each other on the shoulder and say "well done". If you lose...... Then swear to win it back!

This is a team, not me......

"Defend! Defend! He shouted with fighting spirit.

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