"It was a beautiful break, wasn't it?" Emily smiled at the stunned two.

Taking advantage of the stunned efforts of these two people, Emily grabbed Chu Zhongtian's hand, turned around and followed the flow of people to the depths of the alley.

Chu Zhongtian found that Emily had a tight grip on the ground, as if he was afraid of running away. But the hands were soft and warm, just like the last two handshakes.

He didn't understand why this girl, whom he had only met a few times, was defending herself in front of her fellow citizens, and that he had treated her very unkindly. Truth be told, if Emily had been a second late, his fist would have been imprinted on the tall man's face. When you are one against two, you must use the fastest speed to solve the one with the weakest combat power of the other party, although the tall Russell looks very tall, but his body is thin and pale, and he looks like a sissy little white face, and he is vulnerable. As for the gray-haired Boljie, who was a little shorter, it was more difficult for Chu Zhongtian to deal with.

"I'm so sorry, Chu."

"Why do you want to apologize to me?"

Hearing Chu Zhongtian ask, Emily laughed: "Those two people are my classmates, and they will also be your classmates in the future." Actually, they're not bad, they're just ...... Somewhat mean. ”

Chu Zhongtian didn't respond, he lowered his head and walked quickly towards the alley.

He was in a bad mood, and he didn't deny it in the slightest. No one can be happy after being ridiculed and ridiculed, Chu Zhongtian is not a person who is good at hiding his true emotions, so he didn't put a polite smile on his face, and said something like "It's okay, I don't care" against his will, he cares a lot, he cares very much.

Emily wanted to say something, but after seeing Chu Zhongtian's appearance, she opened her mouth and finally didn't say anything.

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Although Chu Zhongtian didn't see many people at the entrance of the alley at first, when they approached the gate of the stadium, they found that there were already a lot of people lined up there. Squeeze the water out of the narrow box. Perhaps it was the reason why this narrow alley was used as a reference object, which made him feel that there were still quite a lot of people coming. And he also spotted familiar faces in the crowd.

"Uncle Bent!"

Chu exclaimed. A man in his sixties who came to try out? This queen mother is modern.

"Are you here for a tryout, too?" He asked, surprised.

Old Bent saw Chu Zhongtian and Emily beside him, and greeted both of them with a smile before saying, "I'm here to see your trial." It was a historic day that I didn't want to miss. ”

Not only Bent, Chu Zhongtian also found several young people in the crowd who often haunted the Dons bar, the oldest of them was thirty-two-year-old Jackson, and the youngest was eighteen-year-old Phil. They also saw Chu Zhongtian, and they squeezed over very enthusiastically, encouraging each other to be selected.

In order to maintain order, the club asked everyone to queue up at the stadium gate to register for admission. The flow of people gathered at the gate, and gradually formed a long queue.

After greeting people he knew, Chu Zhongtian began to look around in the crowd, he was very curious about all this in front of him, he didn't have the opportunity to participate in such an event in China. Chu Zhongtian found that he was the only face of the East...... For this reason, in the process of queuing, he frequently received the attention of others. These attentive glances made him a little uncomfortable. He thought to himself: Isn't there even a single Asian fan at Wimbledon? If Manchester United fans set up a team, maybe someone will fly in from the Americas and Asia for a tryout, as long as they can be informed......

Regardless of his identity, he also found a lot of interesting people as he looked around. In addition to him as a Chinese, there are many tryouts that he finds eye-opening. Some people with glasses have to come to the registration form to see, obviously highly myopia, I really doubt how such a person can play...... Can he tell the difference between his teammates and his opponents? A middle-aged uncle with a big belly and a large jersey that looks like a sexy tights on his body, sweating profusely after only two steps, panting heavily, and his voice is like pulling a bellows. There are quite a few such people. There is also a small child who is not mature at first glance, and it is estimated that the hair below has not even grown. Hey, kid, are you over sixteen?

But these people all have one thing in common: don't look at them tall, short, fat and thin, people of any profession have them, but no matter what their level is, at least their expressions are very serious. No one took it as a group outing, giggling and not taking it seriously. Judging by the equipment they prepared, they valued this trial very much. Perhaps for them, this is a rare event in their lives.

As old Bent said, "It was a historic day." "If, in 100 years, AFC Wimbledon can be a world-class team, then this day will be a glorious day. Even a hundred years later, Wimbledon is still a small team that has remained unknown, and in the minds of their own fans, the day still carries a lot of weight.

It's a new beginning.

Chu Zhongtian also noticed a detail: there were many people wearing the same blue T-shirts as Emily, and they all had the words "Wimbledon, unswerving" on their chests.

"It's our own team." Emily said softly beside her.

Chu Zhongtian turned his head to look, and the girl's beautiful face looked proud.

As a Chinese who had played in China for ten years and almost became a member of the system, he suddenly envied these fans who came to try out.

Our own team...... What an affectionate but distant name.

At the gate of the stadium, there are staff shouting to the tryouts to sign up and fill out the form, and they are busy sweating. Policemen in bright yellow vests stood at either side of the line and were responsible for maintaining order. Outside, the news media pointed their cameras and camera lenses at the crowd of people who had come to the tryout, and some grabbed a random person and began the on-site visit.

"Uh, I'm not here for a tryout, I'm here for a tryout......" Old Bent was caught asking the same question again, but this time he was on TV.

The flow of people slowly and orderly progressed, exiting the entrance of the stadium, turning a corner in the back, and extending to the mouth of Jack Goodchild Lane, where it continued to increase.

In the bright and bright sunlight in the morning, this colorful flow of people seems to have countless dazzling spots of light, which is dazzling.

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ps, the end of the two shifts today ~~ please be early tomorrow ~~

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