Stuart. Murdoch put all the forwards he could put on the pitch, replaced the defenders, and was ready to fight hard in the final few minutes.

Although Chu Zhongtian scored his first goal in the FA Cup, and the first goal scored by a Chinese in the history of the FA Cup, he did not get carried away and continued to devote himself to the game. He knows it's not over yet, and it's not the time to celebrate.

Those things that get carried away because they score a goal and play abnormally in the game seem to never appear on Chu Zhongtian. He's like a clockwork warrior who doesn't stop spinning until the game is over, and he never stops.

At the last moment of the game, Chu Zhongtian returned to the penalty area to be responsible for defense, and Wimbledon's crazy attack almost formed a spectacular scene of taking turns in front of the penalty area...... All the Wimbledon fans are cheering on their team, and while they now have a two-goal lead, who can guarantee that God won't make a joke in the last five minutes and let the opposition score two goals in a row?

"Gotta hold on......" Emily muttered as if in prayer with her hands folded in front of her mouth.

"I'm going to hold on!" Yang Yang, who was beside him, heard her whisper and said to her with a smile.

Emily turned her head to look at him, "It's good to have a roommate like you." ”

"It's nice that I have a roommate like him." Yang Yang said with a smile.

Emily smiled and turned her gaze back to the pitch, and Wimbledon attacked again, but their long-range shot was blocked by Chu Zhongtian with his chest.

This was really a powerful shot, and Chu Zhongtian was beaten to the ground and fell backwards.

"Ahh Emily couldn't help but cry out in worry. But soon she saw Chu Zhongtian get up from the ground again, as if nothing had happened.

She let out a sigh of relief.

Yang Yang didn't watch the game, he had been observing Emily just now. When he saw that Emily was worried and relieved for Chu Zhongtian, he felt a headache for his roommate.

He knew that Emily would leave England for the United States after graduation.

Da Chu, Da Chu, should you say that you kid is lucky, or is it bad luck for you?

※※※ "Defense!! After Chu Zhongtian was knocked down by the opponent's long-range shot, he jumped up from the ground again, clenched his fists and yelled at the big guy.

Kevin. Cooper and Joe. Schilling both retreated to the edge of the box, not to mention Borger and Sullivan – the two of them were almost full-backs.

Wimbledon were on defensive, with no one in midfield and a fourth official already holding up his cards on the sidelines, with five minutes of stoppage time played. In those final five minutes, Wimbledon gave up attacking and concentrated on defending. As long as they can survive those five minutes, they will win the game, knock out League One and prove to the rest of England who deserves the title of 'Crazy Gang'!

Some players were so excited that they couldn't control their bodies...... The youngest player, Steve. Gibson was so excited that his brain was already a little unable to command his body, so he was easily broken through by the other party. When he was broken through by the opponent, he wanted to pull people, but when he thought that he already had a yellow card on him, he stretched out his hand halfway and retracted it - "Anyway, even if we let the opponent score a goal, we are still one goal ahead, so it shouldn't be a problem to win this game, right?" ”

Thinking so, he slowed down the chase and watched as the other party slipped away with the ball in front of his eyes...... In the next second, he saw Chu Zhongtian stabbing out diagonally, knocking the opponent out of the sideline with the ball!

The referee's whistle sounded: "Foul!" ”

Not only that, but he also gave Chu Zhongtian a yellow card.

Chu Zhongtian didn't argue with the referee about this, he got up and turned his head to glare at Gibson: "Why don't you chase back?!" ”

Gibson was so frightened by his momentum that he couldn't say a word for a while.

"Go back to defense!" Chu Zhongtian pointed to the forbidden area and said to him again.

Gibson honestly ran back.

Chu Zhongtian followed him back to the goal, and his header could come in handy at such a time, not only allowing him to put the ball into the opponent's goal, but also to clear the goal on his own side.

Lionel of Wimbledon. Mogan came up to kick off, and this was probably one of the few times in the game when he was able to control the ball without interference, right? He fell into the quagmire of the opponent's brutal defense throughout the game, and he was not in good shape when he just returned from injury, and he couldn't hold it anymore when he was intimidated by the opponent. Every time he saw the soles of his shoes, he would feel a dull pain in his healed knee.

That left him without a decent performance throughout the game, with his previous sharp breakthroughs and crosses not being used in this game, and after Riocook's dismissal, he should have carried the banner of the team's attack but did nothing, so that the team is now two goals behind an amateur side.

Towards the end of the game, he finally won a free kick from a dangerous position, which he had to pass into the box and send it to his team-mate's head accurately to score!

With that in mind, Mogan kicked the ball into the box.

His cross was indeed accurate and the ball was accurately fed into the box, where Legtelwood was on the lookout for a header.

Before Leggerwood took off to the top, he saw the opponent's number 8, who successfully fought for the top in front of him, causing the team to concede a second goal. This time, I must win back in front of him!

With that belief in mind, Legtelwood leaped high to smash the ball from team-mate Mogan into the back of the net.

Almost at the same time, Chu Zhongtian also jumped up. The two men met in the air again!

Leggerwood's judgment of the football landing point was a little off, his position was a little off, and he was once again squeezed into the position by Chu Zhongtian in the air, with a powerful head shake! The football was pushed out by him!

"Beautiful header defense! This was the second aerial meeting between Chu and Leggerwood, and he won it all! ”

Pierce glanced down at Chu Zhongtian's information next to him, and then added: "Chu's height is only 1.80 meters, but he has defeated the 1.88-meter-tall Leggetwood many times in the header, this is because his judgment of the landing point of the football and the choice of the timing of the jump are very accurate, I think in this regard, this Chinese student is very talented!" ”

※※※ Leggertwood stared at Chu Zhongtian with an incredible gaze, the two of them were still in the air, and he felt as if time had been stretched, or frozen.

Is this really the level of an amateur team? He's a defender and he knows what kind of technique heading is. Controlling the ball with your head is much more South than controlling it with your feet, and when you jump into the air, you don't have a chance to adjust it, so all calculations have to be done before the jump, and obviously this number 8 is better than himself in terms of calculations, and he has calculated the route and arrival time of the football correctly twice in a row, so that he can make the right move in the right place and push the ball in the right direction - last time to the goal, this time to the outside of the goal.

The two men landed almost at the same time, and Leggettwood looked back to see who got the ball, and if it was his own player, he didn't plan to go back, but continued to stay in the box, maybe he could get a chance to make a follow-up?

If it's an opposing player, then he's going to have to turn around and go back to defend frantically - it's almost empty in the back.

Fortunately, it was the player in the blue jersey who received the ball, and it was his own person!

He decided to stay in the forbidden area, and Chu Zhongtian beside him had already rushed out like a gust of wind.

The Wimbledon player received the ball, but he didn't have a Wimbledon defender around him yet!

The football falls, and the opponent directly volleys his foot!

Chu Zhongtian slapped his horse and killed, turned around and turned his back sideways.

The football did not fly into the penalty area, nor did it fly into the goal, and Leggerwood didn't even get a chance to make up for it, because the football was directly blocked by Chu Zhongtian with his back!

The Wimbledon fans in the stands cheered again, and they couldn't count how many times they had cheered for Chu Zhongtian in this game.

"Assist a goal at a time on offense, defensively defensively defendically defuse crises like this...... What a brilliant player! Morteson sighed. Such a person is just an international student, and playing football is his part-time job...... Am I really old, the world is so crazy, I can't keep up with it......"

Pierce laughed next to him, "Haha, Motty (Motty's nickname for Mortson)." What's so strange about that? Amateur leagues often have players with outstanding talent, but they are not well discovered. Isn't that what the FA Cup is doing? ”

"Ha, I almost forgot. Maniac' you also came out of the amateur team. So...... After this game, the Chinese student may meet a lot of strangers......"

Stoppage time was in the final minute and the Wimbledon fans couldn't wait for the game to end, and they were now cheering for the team from the stands.

"We're Wimbledon! We're the madmen! They chanted songs specially adapted for the match, constantly waving their fists.

Peter. Winckelmann sat on the rostrum with a dead face. Losing an FA Cup game is not the end of the world, it is the end of the day against such an opponent, an amateur team, and also from Wimbledon...... He felt as if he had been slapped hard by someone standing in front of him.

"You have betrayed us! That's the price! It's time for you guys to feel our wrath!! The singing continues.

"New name to die! New home to death! Death to the new team! Peter. Winckelmann to die and die!! ”

"Now we are the winners! We will represent Wimbledon in the fourth round! We're Wimbledon, we're the madmen! ”

Amidst the fans' singing, Wimbledon goalkeeper Andy Brown. Bale pressed his shot firmly under him, curled up to hold the ball down, reluctant to get up.

In fact, he didn't have to delay the game so much...... Everyone heard the referee's three whistles!

"It's over!!" Mortensen exclaimed excitedly, "We had the privilege of being on hand to witness an amazing game!" An amateur team has beaten a League One team! How many people expected such an outcome before the game? Ha! This is the biggest upset of the FA Cup so far this season! Those who bet on Wimbledon to win, you guys have made a lot of money this time! ”

Hawke, huddled on the ground with a soccer ball in his arms, heard the referee's whistle, and he was hesitant at first, but soon he heard his teammate Sim next to him. Johnston roared excitedly.

Wimbledon's substitutes and coaches, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, rushed into the pitch at the sound of the whistle and searched for their targets in the crowded box.

Bale felt himself being pulled up, but he was still clinging to the ball, afraid it would get out of his hands and roll into the goal.

It was Steve who dragged him up. Gibson, the lad grabbed him and yelled in his ear, "We've won, Andy!" We really fucking won!! ”

There were a number of Wimbledon players who were just as excited as he was, hugging their nearest teammates and screaming wildly, making noises that no one understood meant, and venting their emotions that had been suppressed for 90 minutes.

Chu Zhongtian was also surrounded by Qiao. Shirin hugged him. Shirin put his head against his forehead and spat at him, "We won!" Clear! We knocked them out and went to the fourth round! Tell me it's not a dream, tell me, Chu! ”

Chu Zhongtian was almost deaf by his roar, but he didn't care, he also roared back: "Of course this is not a dream!" We are the winners! ”

Gavin. Bolger, who is always the most excited player on the team, did not hug the people around him at this moment, he rushed to the camera and yelled at the camera: "Alai. Russell! Are you in front of the TV? Can you see the game? Did you see that? We won!! He grabbed the badge on his chest and showed it to the camera. We won against that shameless traitor team! We beat them!! Let the team that gave up on us regret it!! Did you see that?! ”

Shouting and shouting, his eyes moistened.

A man with his hand on his head is the captain Kevin. Cooper. "Stop shouting, blog. Russell's kid is in the United States, and the United States is not going to broadcast our FA Cup. ”

"I know, Coopers......" Borger muttered. Actually, I just wanted to shout it out to myself......"

※※※ "This team was formed by the frenzied fans who were unhappy with the move to Wimbledon, they were only in existence for less than two seasons, but they beat the team that had abandoned them and betrayed them in the third round of the FA Cup, what a fate it is! Mortensen is still expressing his feelings about the result of this match. The fans actually won the player...... Allow me to shout: Long live the fans!! ”

Stuart. Pierce couldn't interject at all, but he didn't intend to say anything, he had to say everything that had to be said by Mortensen, who was not good at words. He just looked at the small monitor next to the commentary seat, and through the broadcast signal of this game, he saw that the camera was chasing a person, and the face similar to Sun Jihai was getting bigger and bigger in the monitor.

When the camera is so obsessed with capturing a particular player after a match, it means that that player is the best player of the game.

He was the man of the match. However, Pierce was not surprised, this is the result he had expected a long time ago, when he saw Chu Zhongtian put the ball into the Wimbledon goal.

If one assist and one goal don't make him the best of the match, it will be the biggest upset.

The No. 8 player of Wimbledon Athletic on the monitor screen, Chu Zhongtian, is hugging every teammate hard, and the way he stares and grits his teeth makes people feel a crazy force. It's like myself when I was young, like a madman...... Ha ha!

Why is it a Chinese?

A hint of regret rose in the heart of the former England national team regular left-back.

※※※ "Hooray!! "The fans in the stands couldn't help but roar the moment the whistle blew.

Emily held Yang Yang in her arms again, and when Yang Yang hadn't come back to her senses, she let go and turned around to hug Boss John next to her. She was so excited that she didn't care so much at all, as long as there was someone in front of her.

Charles. Philip took the time to notice this, so he dropped Kenny, who was being held by him, turned around, and opened his arms to Emily, "Come on, baby......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was dragged by Uncle Jackson.

"We won, baby!!" Uncle Jackson's saliva was almost all over his face...... Fat Philip had to grit his teeth for fear that Uncle Jackson's tongue would accidentally get in...... After the excitement was over, the fans began to beat the beat while chanting the song "Onward, Wimbledon".

The tune of this song must be familiar to the professional players on the field, because they can always hear it on the pitch when they win or fall behind. But for the first time, the song did not belong to them, but to their opponents.

The Wimbledon players stood still, looking blankly at the yellow-clad fans in the stands waving their arms.

By the way, they're all away fans, from Wimbledon.

How ironic, we're from Wimbledon too...... Actually lost, lost to their own fans? You'll be laughed at if you say it, right? No, we have become the laughing stock of all over England.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian's brain finally calmed down, and the extreme joy after the victory had made his brain blank, but now it is fine. He stood on the sidelines panting and watched his teammates celebrate the victory, only now feeling tired after fighting the whole game.

At this time, he felt someone behind him tap him on the shoulder.

"Hey, swap jerseys, is that okay?" When Chu Zhongtian turned around, he saw Leggettwood with his upper body and his jersey in his hand.

"Huh?" Chu Zhongtian was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the opponent would take the initiative to exchange jerseys with him. But he had no intention of changing his jersey.

"Uh...... I'm sorry. This game is special for me and I want to keep this jersey on me permanently. Chu Zhongtian pointed to his jersey.

Leggettwood still stuffed the jersey in his hand into Chu Zhongtian's hand, "Then take it, I'll give it to you, this is what you deserve." ”

Chu Zhongtian took the opponent's jersey, and then smiled at him: "Thank you." ”

"You don't look like an Englishman." After "exchanging" the jersey, Leggerwood did not turn away, but stood in front of Chu Zhongtian and talked to him.

"I am Chinese, an international student." Chu Zhongtian replied. Although they are enemies during the game, when the game is over, there is no need to continue hostilities.

"International students?" Leggerwood's eyes widened, a little surprised. "Are you lying to me, Number 8?"

Chu Zhongtian shook his head: "It's true, I'm still studying at Wimbledon Art School." ”

Leggerwood suddenly let out a long sigh: "Do you know how frustrated I am right now? I lost to an international student! Damn it......" he cursed in a low voice, then hastened to explain. "I'm sorry, I'm not scolding you, I'm just ......" He spread his hand, not knowing what to say, so he waved it down again. Maybe you should try your hand at professional football, number 8. You're even better than a lot of my teammates! ”

After saying this, Leggerwood no longer had the heart to stand here and chat with Chu Zhongtian, he waved goodbye, turned around and walked towards Yongdaokou, it could be seen that he was really frustrated, because he was suddenly several centimeters shorter at one meter and eight meters tall.

Chu Zhongtian looked at his back, still holding the jersey that was soaked with his sweat in his hand.

This is already the first time that someone has said to him, "You should go to professional football"?

He was tapped on the back again, and it was head coach Eames.

"You've done a good job, Chu! Looks like I'm going to get to know you again, haha! "Usually always with a straight face, for fear that others will know that he will laugh at the boss Terry. Eames now smiled like a spring flower.

"You know, watching your game today, it's like I've just discovered a new continent. I'm expecting more from you now, boy! Eames slapped Chu Zhongtian on the back again.

Chu Zhongtian laughed. He also knows he did well today, but he's delighted to be praised by others, especially the manager.

"That's right, boss." He suddenly remembered the jersey he was wearing, so he grabbed it and asked Eames, "Can I keep this jersey for myself...... You know, this game has a very special meaning for me. The football has been taken by the captain, and I am left with only ......"

He said something slurring. Because head coach Eames has long stipulated that the jersey does not belong to the players, but to the team. After all, the club is amateurish, and the financial aspect cannot be extravagant, and it can save a little bit, and even the exchange of jerseys can only be done with his permission. Now he's going to take the jersey home with him, and I don't know if the boss will disagree.

"Hah! No problem! Before he could finish speaking, Eames patted him on the shoulder, "You can keep it!" A jersey club can still afford to come out. And it's a game that means a lot not just for you, it's for us as a team and for us as a club. Chu, a hundred years from now, your name may be repeatedly praised by the Wimbledon fans at that time, haha! He winked at Chu Zhongtian.

It was the first time Chu Zhongtian had seen such an amiable boss. But he was sure of one thing - he had the right to keep the jersey on him! He wants to stay, which is the most precious gift he has given in the three years of studying in the UK, and even ...... Better than the diploma.

Eames told him: "Go and thank the fans with your team-mates, without them maybe we wouldn't have won this game. ”

Chu Zhongtian obediently ran over and gathered under their fan stands with all his teammates, applauding and thanking them.

In the crowd, he saw Emily. Her Royal Highness the princess was pointing to the piece in her hand, "Chu, come on!" Throw a flying kiss at him.

Is this an overdose of excitement...... Chu Zhongtian said in his heart.

(To be continued)