Riocook fired a free-kick away, which he didn't take to heart. The game had just started and he had a lot of time to score. Not just him, but the whole Wimbledon team will have a lot of scoring opportunities. How long can an amateur team hold off? If there was a handicap, he would have placed a heavy bet on them and would not have been able to resist for twenty minutes.

Leo Cook, who turned and ran back, didn't notice that a cheetah was already eyeing him.

Wimbledon Athletic's offense is not a simple long pass rush to play straight forward, although they want to play defensive counterattack, but the long pass rush is not a counterattack, the defensive counterattack is the most efficient, and the long pass rush is honestly the least efficient...... It's a bit like hitting a big luck, if you are lucky, you can threaten the opponent's goal, and if you are unlucky, you may not even be able to catch the ball...... Counter-attacking is all about efficiency, but the basis of efficiency is ball control.

Therefore, Eames asked the team's players not to blindly play high balls in this game, on the one hand, the opponent's header is not weak, and on the other hand, frequent high balls are a manifestation of taking the initiative to hand over the ball.

It's still about keeping the football under your feet.

Goalkeeper Andy. Instead of kicking the ball straight into the field, Bale passed it to centre-back Sim. Johnston. Sidwell saw Johnston get the ball and ran back to catch it, Johnston passed the ball to him again, and Chu Zhongtian also retreated to answer the ball when he received the ball, and just as he was retreating, he caught a glimpse of the Leo Cook following from the corner of his eye.

Want to tackle and counter-attack on the spot?

A thought flashed through Chu Zhongtian's heart.

The other party also seems to be a midfielder with a good defense, Chu Zhongtian thought of this and did not have a hard encounter with Leo Cook, but directly passed back after receiving the ball, and then he moved sideways by himself, throwing off Leo Cook to prepare to catch the ball for the second time.

This time, he also looked behind him before receiving the ball and found that Riocook did not follow. Sidwell passed the ball, he stopped and turned and handed it to Andy on the wing. Sullivan.

Wimbledon's attack moved forward, and Riocook was no longer entangled with Chu Zhongtian near the center circle, and he ran to the backfield.

Chu Zhongtian thought about it and followed. Before this game, Eames had handed over the defensive task in front of the back line to Sidwell, and for Chu Zhongtian, there was only one task - staring at the opponent's captain Leo Cook.

Eames didn't say "follow him to the ends of the earth", but Chu Zhongtian himself understands that if he can press Leo Cook in the front court, maybe he can cut off the ball on the spot, and wouldn't it be better to play a counterattack directly at that time?

Anyway, with Sidwell behind him to help defend, it can be said that there are no worries...... Then why don't you gamble!

Wimbledon's attack was soon halted by the home team's centre-back Leggwood (mikele_leigertwood), a tall young centre-back with a brilliant header who brought the ball to Andy Sport. Sullivan's cross went over and landed right at the feet of Riocook, who was returning to the defence.

Leo Cook flicked the ball to his side, trying to turn around...... "Danger!" He saw Leggerwood pointing behind him and shouting.

※※※ "Oh! Leo Cook is going to be in trouble...... "John. Morteson suddenly shouted.

Not only him, but all the fans who were watching the game shouted along. It was as if he had seen two trains colliding...... before Leo Cook could figure out what his teammate Leggerwood was calling, and he was about to turn around. Suddenly, there was a gust of wind on the back of his head.

At the same time, when he turned around, he didn't see the opposing players staring at him, but he didn't see the football either...... His left foot is the support foot for turning, and his right foot is hooking the ball, and he hooks the ball...... Empty!

Tick the blank!

What about balls?

What about football!?

The loud cheers that suddenly sounded in the stands woke him up from his state of ignorance, and he realized that at some point, there was a figure in a yellow jersey behind him, with his back to him, and the number 8 on his body.

And the direction behind him is his team's goal and the penalty area!

No one in Wimbledon could have predicted how quickly the captain would concede the goal. The entire backline faced Chu Zhongtian, who grabbed the ball, and there was no reaction!

Before Chu Zhongtian decided to break the ball, he planned to launch a counterattack directly, so he took a special look at the position of his teammates and opponents. Andy. Sullivan had just crossed and there was Joe in the box. Schilling and Kevin. Cooper, while Gavin on the other side. Borger hasn't gone back either.

Isn't this a good opportunity to fight back on the spot?

Chu Zhongtian didn't waste this opportunity with a long-range shot that he wasn't very proficient in. At the same time as the ball was broken, he had already observed Kevin. Cooper shrewdly stepped back and remained parallel to the last defender. And Joe. Schilling was still the last.

That's the difference between the top scorer and the number two scorer in the team...... Chu Zhongtian did not hesitate, raised his ankles, and directly pushed the football under his feet diagonally between the two Wimbledon defenders, and he was 80% sure that such a pass of only ten meters would be directly sent to the target's feet.

※※※ "Pass...... He passed! Mortensen suddenly became excited, he wanted to shout "so-and-so passed", but he forgot how to pronounce the name of the No. 8 player at Wimbledon, so he could only use "he" instead.

"No offside!" Stuart. Pierce added on the side.

They saw that the Wimbledon players were still standing in place and raised their hands to signal to the referee. Cooper is offside.

※※※Kevin. Cooper turned sideways to the touchline, he couldn't see if the linesman had raised the flag, but as long as he didn't hear the referee's whistle, the attack wasn't over!

Chu's pass rolled over, and he used his left foot to go along and turn around and wipe in.

Leggettwood may have been the first defender to react at Wimbledon, and after seeing Chu Zhongtian's pass, he turned around and pounced on Kevin who received the ball. Cooper. And his teammates stood stupidly in place, raising their hands and turning their heads to look at the linesman.

※※※"Oh! "The Wimbledon fans in the stands all stood up.

Not only them, but the substitutes and coaches of Wimbledon who were on the sidelines also got up from their seats and looked into the field.

They were looking forward to the moment when the miracle happened...... and Leo Cook was stunned for a moment after seeing the ball broken, and then remembered that he should turn around and break the ball, but at that time, Chu Zhongtian had already passed the football out, he pounced back and hit Chu Zhongtian's back just once, and he fell on his back in the stumble.

Chu Zhongtian felt a sense of impact coming from behind him, but he didn't care, the football was no longer under his feet, even if he was knocked down by the other party, it didn't matter. But he didn't fall, he was still standing in place, and he saw the ball roll past the Wimbledon backline and then by captain Kevin Brown. Cooper received it, and then the captain turned and dribbled the ball inside...... Just face the goalkeeper alone!

Single Knife!

He clenched his fists and shrugged his shoulders, ready to raise his arms and shout, for the goal!

In order to...... Goal!!

In his eyes, captain Kevin. Cooper picked up his right foot and Legtewood, who was wearing a blue home jersey, stabbed diagonally and headed straight for Cooper, who didn't seem to mind a foul to end Wimbledon's attack.

Cooper instinctively sensed the danger around him, but he did it anyway, even though he was knocked out by Leggettwood...... The soccer ball arcs and falls towards the far corner of the goal!

Wimbledon goalkeeper Paul Brown. Hield (paul_heald) sealed the near corner, and he could only defend the far corner with his right leg dragged on the ground. Cooper seemed to have anticipated it, and calmly fired a small curling shot despite being distracted by Legtewood...... Football from Paul. The Hield goalkeeper crossed his leg and flew towards the back post.

The closest Wimbledon player to football is goalkeeper Paul. Hield, however, was now completely on the ground, and could only look back at the football, praying to God in his heart that the football would hit the post and come back to him...... His request was so difficult that God didn't let him get it.

The ball did hit the post, but it didn't bounce back to Paul. Hield's side, but it bounced straight into the goal...... When the football crossed the white goal line as a whole, Chu Zhongtian's fists were also raised.

※※※ "What is this?" What is it? What is it! It's a goal! Goal-!! "John. Mortenson jerked himself up from his seat. In an instant, he seemed to be thirty-two years younger, back to the year he was twenty-six.

In 1972 he was a trial commentator for the BBC and was sent to Hereford, a city where English football was quite backward at the time, where the Hereford team was so low in England that there was no league to play in, and they were against top-flight side Newcastle.

It was just a routine game, although Hereford's 2-2 draw with Newcastle in the previous game was already a surprise, and the media even described the draw as "unfavorable". Newcastle's players and coaches admitted after the game that they underestimated the amateur team, but they also promised that when it came time for a replay, they would not give Hereford such a chance, and the victory would be theirs.

The result?

Ricky. George scored a priceless winner for Hereford in extra-time in the replay, helping the weak Hereford knock out the mighty Newcastle! It was a great game, one of the most amazing "dragon slaying legends" in FA Cup history.

John, who was only twenty-seven years old at the time, was only twenty-seven years old. Mortenson was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and roared wildly in the commentary seat, his mouth like a Gatling gun, and kept bursting out crazy commentary.

Everything is just like today.

He stood on the commentary seat, holding the microphone in his hand, and kept yelling, "wooooooow-!! Fantastic goal! No problem, no offside! Wimbledon broke the deadlock just five minutes into the game! Ladies and gentlemen! An amateur team from the ninth tier of the amateur league is ahead of the second tier of League One!! Can anyone have thought of it before the game? It seems that only Wimbledon fans can think of ...... Look at their performances, in the stands they almost turned this place into their own home stadium!! ”

"Perfect goal! Rio Cook was too underestimated, he didn't observe his surroundings at all before stopping the ball to adjust, and was ...... by Wimbledon" He quickly glanced at the list below, "Chu! It was easily cut off by Chu. And Chu is not just as simple as breaking the ball, he also passed the ball to Kevin who is not offside immediately after breaking the ball. Cooper! What does it mean when a striker gets the ball alone in front of the goalkeeper with little to no interference? Means goal! ”

Mortenson's mouth showed no signs of stopping.

"Well, it's really beautiful to fight back on the spot after a steal in the front court......," said commentator Stuart. Pierce had to make his own comments in the cracks.

"It looks like this game has become interesting, it's no longer a boring game where you know the result before the game and the process is enough to make you sleepy! Choosing to broadcast this match live across England is a brilliant choice! Morteson gave a thumbs up.

※※※ Kevin after the goal. Cooper turned and ran towards Chu Zhongtian, and the first thing he wanted to thank was the Chinese boy who passed the ball to him. But there was someone who was one step ahead of him - Joe. Xi Lin rushed up and jumped on Chu Zhongtian's back, put his arms around his neck, and raised his arms and shouted.

"Yay! We're fucking ahead!! ”

Chu Zhongtian carried Qiao. Schilling, still cheering for the goal with his arms raised.

Kevin. Cooper rushed over and hugged him: "Pass it beautifully, Chu!" It's beautiful, too! Ha ha! Great, we're ahead! The captain, who has always been calm, behaved like a rookie at this time, and spoke incoherently excitedly. You can see how exciting it is to be ahead of a League One side in the FA Cup.

More players rushed forward and surrounded them, and in the crowd, Chu Zhongtian's fists were still raised high, pointing at the sky.

※※※ "Awesome!! Emily in the stands jumped up and screamed, she didn't look like a movie star at all.

She had already taken off her sunglasses because they prevented her from watching the game.

But no one around will take a second look at her with her true face, everyone's attention is on the football field, on the goal just now.

When Kevin. When Cooper fired the ball into the home goal, the Wimbledon fans all jumped up from their seats, fists waving and shouting: "goooooooal!!" ”

"Onward, Wimbledon! We are the real 'mad gang'!! ”

"Tremble before our wrath!! Bitch raised asshole!! ”

After the cheers, the fans warmly "greeted" Pete. Winckelmann.

"What's the expression on your face? Are you crying? Winckelmann? ”

※※※ Winckelmann's face is ugly now, yes, he knows it without looking in the mirror. Because his team was one goal behind their opponents at home...... How is this going on? Do they sleepwalk en masse! You know, they're League One, they're in the second tier!

How can you be led by an amateur team in the ninth division just five minutes into the game?

It's a fucking shame!!

He really wanted to kick open the door of the home team's dressing room at half-time and rush in to ask what they were doing.

These bastards!

Can you be serious!

As Winckelmann cursed his players in his mind, he had completely forgotten that just a week earlier, he had said in an interview that Wimbledon were no threat to his side and that his side could easily beat the amateur side to reach the FA Cup fourth round.

※※※ "Okay! No big deal! "While the Wimbledon players are still celebrating their goals, Wimbledon FC captain Leo Cook is boosting morale. Everyone was stunned by this lost goal, and some of them didn't slow down.

Of course, he knows that this goal is his responsibility, but a qualified captain should not feel sorry for himself at this time, but take the lead in picking himself up and leading the team back to strength.

"I admit it was a mistake on my part, but I promise they will only have this one chance. Cheer up! They're just an amateur team! What is there to be afraid of? Think about what kind of team we are? We're professionals! It's a shame to be scared by them! ”

After saying that, he walked into the goal and fished out the football, and ran towards the middle circle with his arms.

"Leo Cook, who made the mistake, doesn't seem to be affected...... At only 19 years old, he was already the captain of Wimbledon, and he had a promising future. "John. Morteson sighed.

"Well, as a young player, he's mature beyond his age and he's doing well on the defensive end. I think it was just a mistake and maybe it's a good thing for him to be able to get his mentality right......," Pierce added.

They didn't know that Riocook didn't adjust his mentality quickly, but he didn't take the goal seriously. For him, no matter how rampant the amateur team is, if it weren't for his mistakes, the opponent wouldn't have scored a goal in this game, and now it's good to let them score a goal. The victory of the game is still on our side, the opponent scored so early, we still have 85 minutes to equalize and reverse, with our strength, can't such a simple thing be done?

With a poor record in League One and the table hovering on the edge of the relegation zone, Rio Cook's heart is higher than the sky and he has been holding back his strength, now it's time to let them all out!

Compared to him, his team-mates don't seem to be as scrappy...... "It's hard to imagine that we're going to fight our own fans in the FA Cup......," said striker Scott. McDonald was still muttering as he stood in the center circle. "I have a little impression of their number 17, and he asked me for an autograph......"

"I think the Oriental guy who cut off our captain's ball and provided the assist made me think hell......" said his forward partner Wayne. Calais pointed to Chu Zhongtian, "In our last game at Shechelst Park last season, I saw two fans in the stands after the game, and those were the only two home fans in our game...... I'm going to give the female fan a jersey, and he's the one she's with! ”

"What the hell...... Scott. That's all Mike Donald can say about how he feels when he hears the story.

(To be continued)