While the Chelsea fans in the stands were still rejoicing at the goal, the game was already restarting.

Kevin. Cooper gently knocked the ball forward and ran forward. And Joe. Shi Lin directly passed the football to Chu Zhongtian outside the center circle.

Chu Zhongtian looked at the Chelsea players, and with Joe. Shirin's backpass, they also pressed it up.

But it wasn't enough, Chu Zhongtian passed the ball to Sidwell behind him, and at the same time he pointed in the direction of the central defender and told Sidwell: "Pass back!" ”

Sidwell obediently passed the ball back, and at the same time, Chu Zhongtian also ran back.

He looked back at Chelsea and Mutu and Hasselbaink were all coming up, Frank Lampard, Joe. Cole, Glen Shire, Petit, Babayaro, Grami...... With the exception of the centre-backs, they basically left their previous positions and rushed towards this side.

So he beckoned for the ball.

Sim. Johnston saw the menacing Chelsea players and planned to kick the ball out directly, but he heard Chu Zhongtian calling himself. "Pass me the ball, Sim!"

Johnston hesitated, but still passed the ball to Chu Zhongtian. After so many games, he has become accustomed to giving the ball to the defender.

Chu Zhongtian got the ball and turned around, and Mu Tu had already rushed up. He hurriedly passed the football to Sidwell next to him, and then ran forward himself. Sidwell passes the ball to him again, two-one!

Mutu didn't continue to chase, he just came up to interfere, and didn't really intend to break the ball. Anyway, it's good to leave this kind of amateur player to the teammates in the back, and you should go to the front and wait for another goal.

Among those who think the same way as him is Hasselbaink. When the two strikers crossed between Chu Zhongtian and Sidwell, they only made a symbolic appearance of grabbing the ball. But Lampard didn't come for show, he rushed to Chu Zhongtian, who had the ball, pounced, counter-attacked on the spot and then launched a direct attack, this is what Lampard thought.

Chu Zhongtian did not pass the ball to Sidwell this time, but gave it to Borger, who retreated to pick up his own. After the pass, he was afraid that Borger would take the ball himself, so he ran to him and shouted, "Pass the ball to me!" ”

Berger faced Chelsea's left-back Babayaro who rushed up and passed the ball to Chu Zhongtian.

In such a short period of time, Chu Zhongtian's position moved from the middle circle to the front of the guard line, and then to the side. He has adapted well to his role as a central player, weaving around the pitch and using his runs and passes to sort out Wimbledon's attacking line.

Lampard saw that Chu Zhongtian ran to the side, thought about it, and didn't continue to press, anyway, there were Petit and others behind him, he ran back, what about the attack? It's better to wait in the front, I believe that it won't be long before Wimbledon's attack will be ended.

Chu Zhongtian looked left and right, Sidwell was in the middle, Petit's attention was on him, and he was temporarily unguarded.

I really look down on myself...... He had to sigh like that. As a player with the ball, the opponent is so careless, do they really think that we are vulnerable after scoring a goal?

Chu Zhongtian thought so, hooked the football inward, and walked away with the ball directly!

Petit looked at Chu Zhongtian, and just as he hesitated to pounce, Sidwell next to him ran forward, and he saw that Chu Zhongtian also turned his head to look this way, so he gave up his plan to pounce on Chu Zhongtian and followed Sidwell instead.

Sidwell is just cooperating with Chu Zhongtian, and Chu Zhongtian will not really pass the ball to Sidwell. When he drove the ball into the Chelsea penalty area, there was not a single defender!

Joe. Schilling and Kevin. Cooper raised his hand in front of him for the ball, allowing John. Terry and Huth didn't dare to leave them behind to defend against Chu Zhongtian, and the two full-backs, Babayaro and Geremi, were overwhelmed by the front and couldn't come back for a while.

Chu Zhongtian looked up at the situation in front of him, and he saw Bolger and Andy. Sullivan was running forward and the full-backs who were defending them were coming back. He set his sights on the middle again, Kevin. Cooper and Joe. Schilling was raising his hand for the ball, but his eyes went over them and straight into the goal behind them.

He suddenly remembered that he had a shot on goal in the opening game and almost went in, and it seemed that his shooting should be in good shape today...... Do you think Cudicini would have thought of me doing it again?

Thinking of this, he stepped forward with the football at his feet.

Petit finally saw that something was wrong - Wimbledon's No.8 didn't mean to pass the ball to Sidwell at all, he wanted to do it himself!

So he decisively gave up Sidwell and pounced on Chu Zhongtian, who was holding the ball.

Just as he turned, Chu Zhongtian picked up his right leg.

"Oh-what is he going to do? Direct shot! Mortenson shouted.

Chu Zhongtian stared at the right post of the goal, Cudicini was standing on the left, and when he saw him pick up his legs, he began to lower his center of gravity and prepare to save the ball.

Chu Zhongtian roared in his heart: "This goal must be scored!" ”

Then he kicked the ball out!

After shooting the ball with all his strength, Chu Zhongtian took to the air, just avoiding Petit's sliding tackle, and in the air, he kept staring at the flying football, his eyes followed the goal that stretched out in front of him...... Petit, who had crossed his crotch, also turned his head towards the goal and watched the football in the distance.

Joe. Schilling found himself in the ball's flight path, and he fell down in embarrassment, and as soon as he shrank his head, he felt a gust of wind pass overhead.

Huh - Cudicini made a save, he judged the right direction, stretched out his arm, crossed the air and pounced on the ball.

But he was a little slower in his reflexes, and the ball skimmed the goal line before he slammed straight into the net!

The Stamford Bridge stadium, which can accommodate 42,446 people, suddenly fell silent at this moment.

The vast majority of people haven't reacted yet - our team has conceded a goal?

The rest of the population didn't react - our team actually scored?

The first person to cheer came from the away dugout, with Wimbledon manager Eames rushing to the sidelines, yelling and waving his fists. He was so excited!

"What am I talking about? What am I talking about? We're going to fucking win!! ”

The commentators of Sichuan Satellite TV may be the first people in China to react, and they laughed and shouted: "Oh oh oh - oh !! The ball is in! The ball is in! Ha ha! The ball is in! It was Chu Zhongtian who scored the goal! Nice long shot! Pretty! Bleaching - Bright !! It's hard to be pretty!! In the end, even the Sichuan dialect was shouted.

Chu Zuosheng in front of the TV was stunned for a moment, and then jumped up from the sofa with his arms raised, and he yelled unscrupulously: "Yay! Yes! Yay!! ”

At this time, he didn't have the idea of "not being able to disturb his wife's rest" in his mind.

In London, England, the Stamford Bridge pitch, which had been silent for a few seconds, was already like a boiling pot.

John. Mortensen excitedly yelled into the microphone: "This is an amateur team's counterattack!" Equaliser just one minute behind!! I shoot a long shot neatly! It's about twenty-five meters! There was no one who went up to defend Chu at all! Let him shoot calmly, Chelsea paid the price for their arrogance! Well done! World Wave - !! ”

Under his stormy commentary, the guest commented on Krees. Price couldn't say a word. Actually, he didn't know what to say...... Having just said that Chelsea's win over Wimbledon was a matter of course, it was effortless, and it was only after Wimbledon Athletic equalised with such a beautiful shot that he felt as if he had been slapped in the face by the no.8 on the foot.

The Wimbledon fans in the stands are now finally coming to their senses – their team did score, they did equalise, the goal did work, there were no problems!

"Hooray!!"

Wimbledon fans leapt from their seats with their arms raised.

※※※After Chu Zhongtian on the court landed, watching the football fly into the goal, he did not turn around and run excitedly, but stood in place, clenched his fists and pointed to the sky.

While he was still posing, the closest to him, Lee. Sidwell had already jumped on his back.

"Ahh He roared in Chu Zhongtian's ear.

Kevin. Cooper ran back from the front and hugged Chu Zhongtian head-on. Then Joe got up from the ground. Schilling, Gavin. Borger, Andy. Sullivan...... There is further afield, even goalkeeper Andy. Bell threw down the goal and ran towards Chu Zhongtian with open arms.

"Who says we can't?" The players gathered and Joe. Schilling was saying loudly, "Who says amateur teams can't win pro teams?" Let them see! We can! ”

He clenched his fist at the big guy: "Look at Chu!" Look at this shot! They've been scared by us! What about Chelsea? What about the top teams? them! We can win, what are they afraid of?! ”

"Yes, we can win! As long as everyone works hard! "Captain Kevin. Cooper also spoke.

Chu Zhongtian's long-range shot knocked away the fear in the hearts of the players.

When they just conceded a goal, they thought "this is really the strength of the top team", but now they think "Chu can score, then they have nothing to fear".

It's like a person facing a seemingly powerful enemy, but finding that in fact, this enemy will also be painful, bleeding and afraid, so he regains his courage and fighting spirit, and vows to fight the enemy to the death.

The Wimbledon players here recovered their fighting spirit because Chu Zhongtian equalized so quickly, and they have the confidence to compete with Chelsea.

The Chelsea players over there have yet to recover from the reality of conceding a goal. They couldn't accept the fact that they were equalised by an amateur team. There were also some boos from the stands from some of the most aggressive Chelsea fans.

Ranieri stood on the sidelines disappointed by the goal he conceded, but he just clapped his hands and shrugged. He's not the same as the players, even if they concede a goal, he keeps his composure and doesn't think it's a big deal – we're better than them and it's easy to score another goal. You've the self-esteem stars, the amateur players.

But it was the owner of Chelsea, Abramovich, who was sitting in the VIP seat, who did not look good. The luxury team that he spent more than 100 million to build was unexpectedly destroyed by a team from ...... How many levels of amateur teams are in the league? Anyway, it was scored by an amateur team anyway! So where did I spend all that money?

Looking at the Italian Ranieri standing on the sidelines indifferent, Abramovich began to think in his heart, maybe when he changed players, he forgot to change the manager?

※※※When the game resumed, the players at Wimbledon were in a new spirit. They all think now, "We can really win!" ”

"Although the opponent is strong, we are not weak!"

"Chu said he wanted to win, and I want to try it too!"

"We can't be worse than a Chinese boy!"

"No matter what, you have to work hard to win this game!"

Everyone thinks so, and when Chelsea attack, they feel that the opponent in front of them is more difficult.

※※※ "Haha! Well done Chu! ”

"What a pride in our Wimbles bar!!"

"I'm proud to be with him!"

"I'm his roommate!"

The group at the bar looked a little more excited than the other fans after Chu Zhongtian's goal.

Emily asked Boss John, "Isn't it worth singing his praises at moments like this, Uncle John?" ”

Hearing Emily's words, everyone turned their eyes to Boss John, and he snapped his fingers: "You're right, Emily! It's time to bring out our gift to Chu! Then he looked at everybody, "Guys, have you all learned?" If you can't remember the lyrics, sing them! He took out a piece of paper from his arms and opened it, on which were the lyrics written for Chu Zhongtian.

"My lung capacity is relatively large, I'll lead the singing!" Jackson stepped up and volunteered.

"Very good, let's get started!"

The Chelsea stars were indeed enraged by Chu Zhongtian's stunning long-range shot, so after restarting the game, they pressed hard and vowed to level the weak team in front of them.

Wimbledon also came back to defend and the game was back to where it was before the goals were scored – Chelsea were bombarding the 30-metre area around Wimbledon with all sorts of stops.

Wimbledon players are huddled in the box, just not giving them a chance to burst into the box. Chu Zhongtian did not retract, but roamed around the periphery, relying on his abundant physical strength and good speed, shuttling left and right at the edge of the penalty area, interfering with every player with the ball at Chelsea, unless the big foot was transferred, don't want to get rid of him easily.

When he shoveled out Joe again. As Cole's ball at his feet brought England's arguably most skilled player in recent years to the ground, singing could be heard from the stands where Wimbledon fans were.

“…… This is not a song for the cowardly, because we don't sing to the cowards......"

The surrounding fans listened attentively, and they found that it was a song that had never been sung before, but the tune was very familiar - Bang. Jovi's "it_is_my_life"!

The melody is simple...... "Let's sing along!" This is a hymn to Chu! its_my_chu！！ The fans at the Wimbles Bar waved to their buddies like a ripple from the center outward, and more and more people joined in the chorus.

“…… He's not like all the other beings! You're going to hear his name...... Let's shout out—"

"Be louder !!" Someone yelled. "Don't be dampened by the Chelsea boos!!"

For the players on the field, the singing voice, which had been vague before, suddenly became clear. They all heard it.

“its_my_chu――！！”

"Now he's our hero!"

"He never stops running!"

"He terrified all opponents!"

“its_my_chu――！！”

"When he sprints, it's like a chariot of fire!"

"You don't want to cross in front of him easily!"

"Because he is our Chu!!"

Even people like Yang Yang, who didn't know what the lyrics were, sang along, and he learned from Emily beside him, raised his arms high, pointed to the court, and then roared together. Shouting, "its_my_chu-!! He would raise his voice and clench his palms into fists to cheer himself up.

Emily sang happily, and she kept staring at Chu Zhongtian, who was distracted on the court.

Chu, did you hear that?

You're mine...... Hero! Clear!

Abel, a reporter from The Sun who was sitting in the press box, listened attentively, and when he finished listening, he laughed. "What a good name." He lowered his head and wrote down the sentence in the song that was repeatedly shouted by the fans in the notebook he carried with him.

“its_my_chu！”

※※※ The game temporarily fell into a dead ball state, Chu Zhongtian returned to defense, he was too focused on the game, and he didn't hear anything different about the songs that are being sung repeatedly by the fans now, it was too normal for the fans to sing in the sky over the England stadium, he didn't care. Until Gavin. Borger touched his arm: "Listen, Chu! ”

He pointed to the yellow stands.

"A song for you."

Chu Zhongtian raised his head and looked over. He saw that the yellow stands were full of waving arms, and he happened to hear the phrase "its_my_chu-!!" ”

When he heard the 5,000 fans shouting out the lyrics in unison, a boiling blood suddenly surged into his head, making him shiver.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Borger.

Borger was giving him a thumbs up: "You deserve it, Chu!" Well done! Now you give me the confidence to win this game! Although now we are embarrassed...... Let's go to the locker room with this score! Ha! ”

Chu Zhongtian nodded.

"Guys!" Borger raised his hand and shouted to his teammates, "Cheer up!" They thought they could easily break down our goal? Then let's give them something awesome and see! ”

"That's right! Amateur teams aren't easy to bully either! ”

He received an enthusiastic response from his teammates.

In the next game, Chelsea really couldn't score another goal, even if he tried his best to attack, but in the face of Wimbledon players who almost filled the box, even if Chelsea's stars were paid a high week, they were helpless.

When the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half, all the Wimbledon fans cheered.

And the Wimbledon players were finally able to go into the dressing room with a draw, as they managed to hold on to the draw and they came off with their heads held high and looking confident.

They fulfilled the manager's pre-match request.

The Chelsea players hurried down the tunnel with their heads down, and there were some disgruntled boos over Stamford Bridge.

"Look at the performance of the two teams at the end of the game, there was a good play in the second half!" John. Morteson laughed.

(To be continued)