Once the game started, just like Sandhurst deliberately picking the west wing, backlit kicking had a huge impact on the Wimbledon players. After all, this is not a formal football stadium, and those formal football fields are built with full consideration of the impact of sunlight on football matches, and try to avoid orienting the stadium due east and west.

The Wimbledon players had to keep their eyes squinted to avoid letting too much light into their eyes and getting dazzled.

The opponents, on the other hand, had no such worries at all, and played with the sun on their backs on the familiar court.

So from the start of the game, Wimbledon were on the defensive, allowing the opposition to run across their own half.

Chu Zhongtian has always been very concerned about the performance of Keith Ward, who replaced him. What he cares about is that the other party is already thirty-six years old, when will he be physically exhausted and take the initiative to ask to be replaced? As himself in the same position as him, will he have the opportunity to play at that time?

From the previous warm-up games, he knew what Ward's characteristics were. He is not as physically fit as he is, but he has a lot of experience, and in addition to being in the lower leagues all year round, he plays quite "dirty". Fouls are as normal as breathing for him, and the small actions of hiding behind him are countless. When he was training in the team, he was also occasionally instructed by Ward to play a dirtier football - before meeting Ward, Chu Zhongtian felt that he was dirty enough to play football, and he often used foul collisions. When he met Ward, he realized that he was just getting started......

Sandhurst's number 10 was clearly at the heart of them, and Ward was quick to set his sights on the bald boy.

When he got the ball, Ward rushed up and shoveled him to the ground with the ball from the side, but the referee didn't blow the whistle, just raised his hands flat, signaling the game to continue!

It didn't take long for the 10th to receive the ball again, this time Ward stealthily smashed his elbow under the opponent's armpit, taking advantage of the opponent's short size and losing control of the ball, he slammed it in to separate the opponent from the football.

It was definitely a yellow card foul in the professional league, but Ward didn't do anything.

This scene is not unfamiliar to Chu Zhongtian, and Ward did just that in the friendly match. And the effect is really good......

And the opponent didn't dwell too much on Ward's two defensive moves, and obviously they were used to it.

Chu Zhongtian glanced at Russell next to him, he was wondering if he would be shoveled down by the other party in ten minutes if he was replaced by Russell......

Russell found that Chu Zhongtian was looking at him, so he asked, "What?" ”

Chu Zhongtian didn't want the other party to know that he was sketching the scene in his mind where he was being carried off on a stretcher, so he shook his head: "It's nothing ......"

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Later, Chu Zhongtian found a problem, in fact, many times, Ward didn't need to use those rough moves to defend, he just needed to take a step...... But Ward is thirty-six years old after all, and he can only get started when he is not physically fit, and it seems that defending with foul-like actions is not out of his original intention......

If you change to yourself...... Chu Zhongtian began to think about every problem Ward encountered in his mind, simulating the game scene in his mind, as if he had experienced it himself.

In the end, he found that with his physical condition, many defenses only need to use regular actions to complete, and fouls are completely unnecessary, even if the referee is not strict in this kind of game, there is no need to use foul actions to defend.

If Ward knew the calculation in Chu Zhongtian's mind, he would definitely sigh: This is the benefit of being young......

Just when Chu Zhongtian was studying Ward, Wimbledon on the field was in big trouble. Their offense was not organised, and now they were being pressed and beaten at the back. The opponent hoisted the ball in front of the goal again and again, and every time the ball was contested, Wimbledon was in a mess in front of the goal.

Eames had to stand on the sidelines and remind his players to watch out for their opponents' high balls.

Just after he made the adjustment, the Sandhurst team changed their style of play, blindly passing a high ball and then suddenly passing a low flat ball!

Wimbledon's defenders did not react to any of their abrupt changes, watching as the ball passed in front of them before being struck by Sandhurst's striker.

Although Andy Bale made a save, the opponent was only five meters away from the goal, so it was much more difficult to miss the ball than to score.

There was a cheer around the stadium and it was the Sandhurst fans. The Wimbledon fans were a little disappointed with the goal conceded, but they didn't show it too much. Losing nine games in a row in the warm-up game, the psychological quality of these people has long been trained. And there's another important reason - no one thinks their team can be so good in this debut season, they are all long-time fans who have watched the game for decades and know no less about football than those experts and scholars. What level Wimbledon is, they know very well. Their love for Wimbledon is not the same as love for the championship, Wimbledon was not a strong team before the move, but it does not affect their love for this team.

So it's good to win, but it's okay if you can't win.

This is what many people think.

So after seeing the ball conceded, Emily and her companions just sighed. Sandhurst is also a team that has been in the ninth division for many years, and it is normal for them to be at home again, so it is normal to be ahead of Wimbledon.

Even coach Eames and head coach Ingrid, as well as the substitutes, did not react much to the conceded goal.

Only Chu Zhongtian seemed disappointed, he was not a Wimbledon fan, he just couldn't accept defeat. Seeing the team concede the goal, he held his head on the bench and grinned very badly.

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Throughout the first half, it was like this: Wimbledon counter-attacks were unthreatening, and Sandhurst took full advantage of the sun's rays to press Wimbledon's half of the field indiscriminately.

Eames had to let his team shrink the defence, first solidify the defense and then try to counterattack.

Chu Zhongtian watched it very devotedly, and every threatening attack of the opponent could make him nervous off the court. So when halftime came, he felt that time passed so quickly.

At halftime, the 11 players who started the first half sat directly on the sidelines to rest, and then listened to the head coach tell them about the gains and losses of the first half.

And Chu Zhongtian and other four substitute players were arranged to warm up, except for the substitute goalkeeper, everyone else had to go.

Chu Zhongtian was anxious off the field, but he couldn't exert himself or help, so he could only vent all his energy into the warm-up, and when he did the switchback run, he took out the momentum of sprinting and blew a whirlwind around his teammates.

Seeing him like this, Russell finally couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you tired, Chu?" ”

Chu Zhongtian felt that he was asking this question strangely: "I rested the entire first half, why should I feel tired?" ”

Russell's mind was the image of him after he had run from Wimbledon to the King's Ranch - drenched in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

He was completely stunned by the scene he saw, and now when he was fine, the image of Chu Zhongtian would appear in his mind. For him who is not in good physical condition, Chu Zhongtian is simply not a person on this planet, and he can't imagine how he can be like him.

Chu Zhongtian felt that Russell had been staring at him, and it was a little strange, so he asked, "What?" ”

"Uh, it's nothing......" Russell nodded quickly, looking away.

The halftime break was actually very short, and when the second half of the game restarted, Chu Zhongtian felt that he still had a lot of excess energy in his body, and there was nowhere to vent. He sat on the bench with some reluctance and began to watch the second half of the game.

He knew that he couldn't play because his previous performance was too bad, and he could toss around the friendly match casually, but when it came to the official match where he needed to see the real chapter, he didn't have such a privilege. So he was put on the bench by the manager. He admits that he has made some mistakes before, but he is not the kind of person who bears his fate in silence, and he decides to fight for himself a chance to atone for his sins.

He stood up suddenly, startling Russell and the other teammates who were sitting next to him, and they all raised their heads to look at Chu Zhongtian who was standing up.

I saw Chu Zhongtian go straight to the head coach Eames, and then stood in front of him and said to him: "I have a question for you, boss." ”

The people around looked at Chu Zhongtian in surprise, not knowing what this Chinese was going to do. "I have a question for you," they had heard for the first time a player would dare to speak to a manager like that.

Eames raised his head and looked at Chu Zhongtian with a calm face, as if he was not surprised at all that Chu Zhongtian came to find him. "Do you have any questions? Brat. ”

"This game is in your plan, boss, are you going to win or lose?"

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