When Chu Zhongtian opened his eyes and looked out the window at the bright sunshine, he knew that perhaps the most important day of the season had arrived.

During the day, he had breakfast with his teammates in Metz, followed by a low-intensity workout in the hotel's gym, followed by lunch, followed by a lunch break. It wasn't long after the lunch break that it was time for a simple and simple dinner, and after dinner, the whole team set off for the Holy Hill Fortion Stadium, where they warmed up and prepared for the match against Paris Saint-Germain.

The day actually passed quite slowly, especially before such an important game, and everyone couldn't wait to start playing. They even worry that taking too long a break will wear down their fighting spirit.

Luckily, they're now in the locker room at the Holy Mountain Furien Stadium.

Today's locker room was much quieter than usual, the noisy rock music was gone, and the number of people taking a shower was reduced. Many people choose to bow their heads and meditate at this time.

This is the moment that decides the fate of a season, and their opponents still look strong, and it would be false to say that no one is nervous.

Chu Zhongtian heard a muttering voice next to him that he couldn't hear clearly or understand. He turned his head strangely, only to find that it was Ribery, his companion with his eyes closed, and a word in his mouth.

He waited patiently for Ribery to finish reading, and then asked him, "What were you doing just now?" ”

"Chanting." Ribery replied, with a solemn look on his face.

"The Koran?" He had seen Christ-believing teammates reciting Bibles in the locker room, but it was the first time he had seen Ribery do so in the locker room.

Ribery nodded.

"I remember you never did that before......"

"I just felt irritable and couldn't concentrate." Ribery said to him. "So I memorized a scripture and it made me feel peace of mind again. He has lowered his composure in the hearts of the believers so that they may increase their faith with their faith. 'Lord, let us have a peaceful heart...... "Ribery said to Chu Zhongtian after reading, "I feel much calmer now. ”

"I thought you were never nervous." Chu Zhongtian said to Ribery.

"How is it possible, I am a human being, and not Allah." Ribery shrugged. "Maybe it's not the nervousness, it's the overexcitement. Nervousness and excitement can affect my performance on the court, so I'm looking for a calm heart. What about you, are you nervous, Chu? ”

Chu Zhongtian shook his head, "No, I rarely feel nervous on the playing field...... No. He thought for a moment, then said to Ribery, "Probably never." ”

Ribery grinned at him: "You are such a monster! ”

※※※Wang Hao and Lin Beiyao came to the outside of the Holy Mountain Fulian Stadium together, and smacked their tongues at the surging crowd.

"It's only in this kind of place that I think there are a lot of foreigners." Lin Beiyao sighed.

The Holy Hill Frion Stadium has a capacity of 26,671 people at the same time, and it is estimated that no less than 23,000 fans will pour into the stadium for today's game.

Paris Saint-Germain fans entered the stadium early under the tight protection of the local police in Metz, as the fans on both sides were not fuel-efficient lamps. While England, Italy and Germany are the most famous football hooligans, France also has extreme fans. Metz fans have a history of rioting, and there is no shortage of real football hooligans among Parisian fans.

Considering the peculiarities of this game, the Metz police are like a big enemy. Every fan who scores a goal must be inspected by the police, flagpoles and other things are absolutely not allowed to be brought into the stadium, once the iron rod is found, not to mention that the things are confiscated, even people are not allowed to enter the field again, and they must also be registered, included in the list of "football hooligans", and are not allowed to approach the stadium.

"Huh?" Wang Hao was looking around when he saw a somewhat familiar silhouette, he stared at it carefully for a while, and made sure it was someone he knew: "Miss Mathilde?" He shouted.

After Mathilde heard Wang Hao's call, she also saw him and Lin Beiyao, so she squeezed over: "Hello." Did you also come to see Chu's game? ”

The two nodded.

Lin Beiyao pointed to the camera hanging on his chest: "I still have to take pictures of the website." ”

"Lin, you're working so hard."

"It's not hard, it's not hard, I like to take pictures of Brother Chu." Lin Beiyao shook her head, a smile appeared on her face.

"Oh, what a coincidence!" A man suddenly thrust in diagonally.

When Lin Beiyao saw the uninvited guest, her face changed, and she suddenly wanted to vomit - the person who appeared in front of her was none other than the driver of the taxi she took to the Holy Mountain Furian Training Base that time. She definitely didn't recognize the wrong person, because the person had a scar on his hair.

When Wang Hao and Mathilde saw Belmont, they also remembered their previous experience of riding in his car, and their faces became unnatural.

"I said I really didn't expect that I would just find a random entrance to line up, and I would be able to meet you, what a coincidence, haha!" Belmont put her arm around Wang Hao's shoulders very familiarly, and then greeted the other two, "Good evening, beautiful young ladies!" ”

At this time, the other three noticed that there was another dude lying on the iron railing behind Belmont, and looking at his constantly shrugging shoulders, it seemed to be ...... Vomit?

Belmont also noticed their eyes, glanced back, quickly let go of Wang Hao, and then turned around to pat the old man's back, this time the other three clearly heard the poor worm's "vomit wow"...... "I was in a hurry to watch the game, so I pulled a guy who stopped with me." I'm telling you I'm a zealous man! For everyone's sake, Metz fans, I didn't even ask him for a single euro for the fare! "Belmont is still showing off her old ways.

"I arrived in five minutes, but fortunately I wasn't late."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man spit out "wow" again. The best footnote to his words is made.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the three of them couldn't say anything...... While several people walking in groups walked up to the stands to find their respective positions, the players below were warming up on the pitch.

Wang Hao and Lin Beiyao saw Chu Zhongtian at a glance, Lin Beiyao took out his camera and began to take pictures, photographing fans, players off the field, and news media on the sidelines.

The two of them heard a whistle not far away, and they were excited to Belmont.

"those Parisians!!" He shouted with two middle fingers.

Mathilde, on the other hand, was a little far away from them, alone in the middle of a crowd of Metz fans, and she looked a little reserved before the game started.

By the time the players returned to the dressing room after their warm-up, the stands were almost full. With half an hour to go, the atmosphere in the stands is getting hot.

Fans in Paris were chanting: "Die Marseille, die Marseille!" ”

They didn't pay attention to the opponent of the match, and the Metz fans responded with slogans that read "Step on the corpse of PSG (short for Paris Saint-Germain)" and shouted at the Parisian fans in the stands across two floors of police: "Treat yourself with contempt, you are asking for your own suffering!" ”

Parisian fans continue to ignore Metz, chanting racist slogans insulting Marseille players. "Luindullah, we have bananas here!" Even across the whole of France, they did not forget to attack their sworn enemies.

※※※ The fans outside are stirring up the atmosphere of the whole stadium, and in the dressing room of Metz, the atmosphere is not much colder than outside.

Fernandes has just finished a brief pre-match set-up session to remind everyone to be aware of a few key players and how to look for opportunities to attack. The more detailed tactics have already been told to the players in the previous training, so there is no need to waste time repeating them at this time.

When Fernandes finished speaking, he led his coaching staff out of the dressing room, leaving the players with a few minutes to their own. He knew that this group of players must have something to say before such an important game that they didn't want outsiders to hear.

Sure enough, at this moment, Ribery is leading everyone to chant with him, this is something Bobicon is not good at, and Ribery, the real leader of the dressing room, is very handy.

"Half an hour left, guys! It's not the last round of the league, but it's the most important one! A season's worth of hard work depends on these 90 minutes! 'Ribery was standing in the massage chair, the tallest man in the dressing room, and some of the young players were stirred up by him, standing in their seats, waving their towels or jerseys and echoing him loudly.

"Those damn Parisians look down on us, we've got to give them a taste of what we're awe! They only have Marseille Marseille in their heads! But today, we're going to make them remember only our names for those 90 minutes! Don't forget to say hello to them when the game starts!! ”

"That damn Parisian guy is only fighting for fourth, just a qualification for the League Cup! But what we are fighting for is the right to live! Who wants to be relegated to the second division? Who wants to play in the second division? Ribery looked around.

"We don't want to go!" The players who always do his job in the team shouted.

"I don't want to go!" Ribery waved his hand vigorously.

"So we have to win this game! Must win! Must win! He used three "must win" in a row.

Chu Zhongtian was boiled by his infected blood, and he stood in front of his actions and clenched his fists. The relegation battle, the opponent is Paris Saint-Germain again, this is really a great stage, a stage that surprises the whole of France!

I'm a member of the "mad gang", and the people of the mad gang never bow their heads!

What about Paris Saint-Germain? I've scored in Lyon and taken a point from their home stadium!

※※※The dressing room on the Metz side is very frenetic, and the dressing room at Paris Saint-Germain is relatively quiet.

"Rorik." The team's head coach, Laurent. Fournier is assigning tasks to each player individually. "Your task in this game is to defend in midfield, but you have to pay attention to your movements and don't give me a red card in the game again!"

Rorick. Karna nodded. The thought of his fate in the last meeting between the two teams makes him clench his fists - it is a shame to be taken off by a nobody! Luckily, God opened his eyes and gave him such a chance to get revenge, not only to beat that kid in the game, but also to help the team beat Metz and plunge them into the abyss of relegation, and go play in the second division next year, bastard boy!

Roten (jérome_rothen), who was sitting next to him, glanced at the hideous-looking Cana and felt a thick aura that made him shiver. He had already prayed in his heart for the Metz player whose name he didn't know, hoping that Canna wouldn't shovel another ...... Poor man, who annoyed you with our "killing machine"?

※※※ The players of both sides soon met in the passage.

And coincidentally, Royrick. Next to Cana happened to be standing Chu Zhongtian!

Chu Zhongtian looked at Kanna, and Kanna also looked at him, and the two of them completely ignored the other people around them, and just looked at each other. Rorick. There was anger in Kana's eyes, but Chu Zhongtian did not show weakness, competing with the other party for endurance.

Of course, he knew why Cana looked at him like that, because the last time the two of them collided like Mars and Earth, it ended in Canna being sent off. Losing to the referee, of course Kana was not convinced, and if he was replaced by Chu Zhongtian, he would not be convinced. So this match is naturally a good opportunity for revenge.

The two of them didn't know how long they looked at each other before they heard their respective captains shouting, "It's time to play!" ”

Kana glared at Chu Zhongtian again and took his gaze back.

Chu Zhongtian saw that he withdrew his gaze first, and he also turned his gaze forward.

Both teams finally stepped onto the pitch.

The live broadcast at the Holy Mountain Furien Stadium is leading fans to chant the name of every Metz player who comes out.

Usually he shouts the player's name, and then the fans follow and chant the player's last name, such as when the captain comes out, he shouts in a long voice: "Stefan—"

The fans followed in unison and shouted: "Bobigoni!! ”

Not a single player is like that.

From the level of shouting from the fans, it is very intuitive to see the status and popularity of this player in the minds of the fans.

So when Frank. When Ribery came on, the cheers he received were the highest in the audience. As the current brightest star in the team, it is completely normal for him to have such a high popularity.

Chu Zhongtian, who played with Ribery, also cheered a lot of fans, but he was weaker than Ribery.

Mathilde, who looked restrained before, also followed the people around her, raised her arms and shouted, "Chu-! "She's getting more and more like a fan.

※※※The alarm clock at the head of the bed rang, Chu Zuosheng turned over and got up, fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, and then picked it up in his head and glanced at it - two fifty. It's three o'clock, so it's time to get up.

He turned off the alarm clock and looked at his wife, who had turned over.

"Wake up, it's time to watch my son's game!" He shook his wife.

Zhou Xiaoxiang answered in a daze, and he hadn't woken up yet.

"Don't you want to see your son? It's time. Chu Zuosheng shook his mind in front of her half-open and half-closed eyes.

Zhou Xiaoxiang stared at his brain for a while before his brain slowly came to his senses: "It's time, wow?" She looked up and asked her husband.

Chu Zuosheng nodded: "I'll go watch TV." You get up and get dressed, and go wash your face with cold water. ”

"Okay." Zhou Xiaoxiang sat up and began to get dressed.

Chu Zuosheng walked out, and it didn't take long for the voice of CCTV commentator He Ping to sound in the living room.

“…… Players from both sides are on the field! Chu Zhongtian is still in the starting lineup, and in such an important relegation battle, head coach Fernandez still gives Chu Zhongtian full trust, which can prove that he is now a well-deserved main player of this team! ”

When Zhou Xiaoxiang heard his son's name, he threw it out in his clothes: "Where are you every day?" ”

Chu Zuosheng looked at her cloak and waved at her: "Go wash your face." ”

"Oh." Zhou Xiaoxiang obediently went to wash his face, while Chu Zuosheng sat on the sofa and took the opportunity to drink the strong tea that had cooled.

※※※ The game is about to start, and the captains of both sides are picking sides. The shouting in the stands has subsided slightly, and everyone is waiting for the game to start, this is the stage of recuperation, and when the game starts, it is time to open your voice.

But Belmont obviously didn't need a break to rest his throat, he was still jumping and jumping in the stands, and his mouth kept screaming: "Forward Mace!" Forward 'Crimson' (Crimson is the nickname of Mace, named for the color of its jersey)!! Oooo Advance...... Guys! ”

Chu Zhongtian was standing in the position of his lower back, and he could see Kana on the opposite side, staring at him.

He's not afraid of going up against Canna, on the contrary, he's excited about it - being able to fight against a strong opponent always inspires his fighting spirit.

The results were already in, with Metz getting the right to pick the edge and Paris Saint-Germain getting the kick-off.

Captain Bobicon ran back and the game was about to begin. Standing on the flank, Ribery raised his fist at his teammates behind him and shouted, "Don't forget to say hello to them!!" ”

He had just finished shouting, the referee blew the whistle, and the game began!

There was a loud shout from the stands, in which Paris Saint-Germain striker Pauletta passed the ball to Roten, who in turn passed it to striker Lyuboa.

When the striker received the ball, the entire Holy Mountain Fortion Stadium suddenly burst into boos without warning.

Metz fans will remember his poor performance at the Parc des Princes, where it was his fake fall that caused Metz to lose the match in the last minute of injury time. Metz fans are very vindictive, and half a season has passed, and they still haven't forgiven the Serbian and Montenegro striker.

For a relegation team, every point counts. Maybe it wasn't for Lyubaya's fake fall at that time, maybe Metz would have been relegated ahead of schedule by now?

To the boos of the fans, Lyuboya passed the football out.

Originally, the fans were going to take a break, but it turned out to be so bad that Lyuboya passed the ball to Rolik in the back. Cana ...... The boos at the Holy Mountain Fulion Stadium were even louder than just now.

"You manure shoveling machine!" Belmont in the stands raised his middle finger and shushed while taking the time to curse.

There were also quite a few Metz fans next to him who gave the Albanian player vicious language.

Seeing Khanna take the ball, Chu Zhongtian accelerated and rushed forward.

I'm going to say hi to him!

Kana originally wanted to pass the ball directly, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Chu Zhongtian who was rushing towards him, and he temporarily changed his mind.

The two men bumped into each other amid the boos, and the ball jumped to the side. The referee blew the whistle to signal that Chu Zhongtian had committed a foul.

Chu Zhongtian got up from the ground and ran back, ignoring Kanna, who was still lying on the ground. It was originally a demonstration, and there was no need to pull the other party up to comfort and comfort each other to show friendship.

Although Chu Zhongtian had a foul at the beginning of the game, he was cheered by the Metz fans in the audience.

"Well done, Chu!!"

Hearing the shouts of the fans, Chu Zhongtian raised his arms, clenched them into fists and waved.

Ribery looked at Chu Zhongtian on the side, straight and happy.

This greeting was loud and effective!

The Paris Saint-Germain players listened to the loud cheers and looked at the proud back of the raised fist, and suddenly felt ...... Maybe this game is not what they thought it would be?

(To be continued)