"At Wimbledon, Pete Winckelmann was persona non grata."

Emily pointed to a photo of a person in the newspaper and said to Chu Zhongtian, who was sitting next to her. Although Chu Zhongtian had known this for a long time, she still had to repeat it.

The man in the photo has long, messy brown hair, a pale face, a slightly open mouth, a pouting upper lip, and a drooping corner of his mouth, revealing his buckteeth inside......

'He was the one who masterminded the move of Wimbledon to Milton Keynes.'

The news of Wimbledon's move made it to The Times. Because this matter is unprecedented for English football, serious newspapers such as The Times have also paid attention to it.

"We're not going to watch that team play again." Emily shook her head. She turned her head to look at Chu Zhongtian, "I won't buy any more commemorative goods and jerseys about that rich team." Maybe you think we're extreme? ”

Chu Zhongtian shook his head. "No, I understand and support it."

He thought of "Sichuan Quanxing", which has become a thing of the past.

If the roots of Chinese football clubs are like those of English clubs, they are rooted in the community, not some hot-headed enterprise. Will our football be better today than it is now?

Emily is introducing some information about the newly formed team to Chu Zhongtian. You're going to try out this team, and you're going to play for it in the future, so it's natural to get to know this team. Although Chu Zhongtian may have heard rumors about this newly formed team from all sides when he was working at the Dons Bar.

"AFC Wimbledon was formed spontaneously by Wimbledon fans. Because we need a team that can represent Wimbledon, and the rich man's team can't do that, so we'll do it ourselves. Thankfully, the fundraising went well, which shows just how stupid those who ignore the fans are. ”

Chu Zhongtian didn't see the fundraising scene, because it was impossible for them to run to various blocks with big boxes to accept cash donations. Most of them are done through bank transfers, which Chu Zhongtian can't see. But he had seen a lot of enthusiasm at the Dons Bar discussing donations, and his owner, Mr. John, was said to have made a one-off donation of £10,000, which was not a small amount.

Chu Zhongtian suddenly thought of a question: "Do people like me really don't need labor certificates?" "Chu Zhongtian knows the labor certification system of the English professional league very well, and the card is very dead, and there is no room for negotiation at all.

Emily knew what Chu Zhongtian was worried about.

"We're an amateur team, we're playing in an amateur league, and we don't need a labor certification." She took a reassuring pill for Chu Zhongtian.

"Can an amateur team also represent Wimbledon?"

"Almost all professional clubs in England started with us." Emily didn't mind Chu Zhongtian's words. "It's just that we're more than a hundred years behind them."

Chu Zhongtian and Emily were sitting on the 131 bus bound for the trial stadium, Emily holding a copy of the Times newspaper that came out today, which reported that Wimbledon Football Club's request to move out of Wimbledon was agreed to by the FA, and next to the photo of "Peter Winckelman" was another news about Wimbledon.

"The fans fought back, AFC Wimbledon was officially launched today!"

The red double-decker buses run on the British roads, and the red-roofed bungalows under the shade of green trees along the way continue to meet Chu Zhongtian's eyes, which look particularly bright and bright in the bright sunshine.

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The tryout was not in Wimbledon town, but in a small pitch four miles west of Wimbledon, four miles from Wimbledon School of Art.

"It seems that there aren't as many people as I thought......" Standing at the intersection of Kingston Road (kingston_rd) and Jack Goodchild Road (jack_goodchild_way), Chu Zhongtian shrugged as he looked at the crowd of people who came from all over the world to try out. After seeing the enthusiasm of the fans at the Dons Bar, he thought that what he would see when he came here must be a crowded and lively scene. Unexpectedly, what I saw now was a small alley that was not crowded, although there were crowds of people walking in from time to time, but it did not reach the point of rubbing shoulders.

"Wimbledon is a small place, Wimbledon is also a small team, there are not many fans, and naturally there are not many people who come to try out." Emily said this naturally, without the slightest embarrassment.

"Emily!"

While the two were still standing at the mouth of the alley, they both heard a greeting from behind.

Emily, whose name was called, turned around to follow the voice, and she saw two boys standing across the street, waving to her.

"Hey, Alai, Gavin!" Emily waved back.

Chu Zhongtian, who turned around with her, narrowed his eyes after seeing the two people on the other side clearly.

The two men standing there were the same two British Estudiantes players who had used to play him back in the previous day's game. It is said that they were trained in the echelons of Wimbledon. Chu Zhongtian didn't like to be teased like this by others on the court, so naturally he didn't have a good impression of these two people. He was silent and said nothing.

It seems that the two guys on the other side don't have a good impression of him.

After seeing clearly what the people around Emily looked like, the smiles on the faces of those two people were even brighter, brighter than today's sunshine, and a little brighter. It's even happier than after meeting Emily, which isn't normal.

Chu Zhongtian raised his vigilance. He didn't believe that the other party could be friends with him off the court after teasing him on the court. There are no such kind people in the world.

Sure enough, after the two Englishmen crossed the street, they walked straight to Chu Zhongtian, sandwiching him between left and right.

"Who's this?" One of the tall men with yellow hair leaned his face up, looked at Chu Zhongtian carefully, and said with a sarcasm that could not be erased.

"A Chinese!" Beside him, the gray hair, who was slightly shorter than him, shouted, his expression very fussed.

"Hahahaha!" After saying that, the two of them raised their heads at the same time and laughed.

Chu Zhongtian's eyes narrowed and narrowed, and he was seriously considering whether to punch each of the two smug boys in the face. As long as those two people make any more outrageous moves, or say a few words that don't go through their brains, he guarantees that his fist will fall on each other's faces, and he doesn't want to talk nonsense with these two people. Although one hit two, he doesn't have an advantage, but whatever, fight first!

"Alley Russell! Gavin Borger! Before Chu Zhongtian could say anything, Emily next to him shouted loudly. Shut your foul mouths! ”

The two men stopped their fake laughter and pouted nonchalantly, "I'm talking about Emily." Are you worried that our team won't be able to recruit enough people? This Chinese team was only swept away by our five-goal bloodshed a few days ago...... And he. ”

The gray-haired Bolger pointed at Chu Zhongtian: "He was played around by the two of us!" Ahaha! ”

As he spoke, the tall Russell leaned over and bowed his head, pouting his ass and spinning in circles to annotate his words.

After doing all this, the two of them looked up again and laughed.

Chu Zhongtian was already pulling his arm back, like a shooter pulling the bowstring, and this punch must have made the opponent's nosebleed sideways......

"But he cut off the pass for both of you!" Emily said coldly.

The laughter of the two men came to an abrupt end. Chu Zhongtian's originally tense arm also relaxed.

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

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