The singing of Wimbledon fans resounded in the sky, and at this moment, the Chelsea fans collectively lost their voices. They really couldn't have imagined that their team would be beaten so badly at home by an amateur team...... Speaking to the TV media before the game, many Chelsea fans expressed their desire to see a good game, but now when the good game does come their way, they can't accept it because it was their team that played a supporting role in the game, not the amateur team.

'It's incredible...... ' said the Chelsea announcer with his head in his hands, frustrated.

Just in the diagonal front stands, the score of 1:2 on the huge display screen was so brutal.

The Wimbledon players are partying, while the Chelsea players are a little overwhelmed.

They never imagined it would be like this.

The amateur team, which they regarded as ants before the game, actually took a hard bite on their hearts.

Lampard looked back at Wimbledon's number eight who was slowly running towards that half.

His own violent impact didn't even make him lose control of the ball...... This kid is really tenacious.

He looked up at the screen above him again to see how much time was left until the end of the game.

Because of this celebration and toss-up, there are only three minutes until the end of the 90-minute game, and if you count the injury time, it will be six or seven minutes.

Six or seven minutes to score a goal and equalise.

If it had been 50 minutes ago, Lampard would not have thought it was too difficult to do.

But now it was different, he looked at his teammates. There was still a hint of confusion on a lot of faces—what's going on? Are we falling behind? Is all this true?

They must have thought so in their hearts.

It doesn't look like even a draw will be easy.

John. Terry's voice rang out: "Don't be discouraged, we still have time!" Score a goal! ”

Ranieri stood on the sidelines with his head in his hands, his gray hair, which had been meticulously attached to his scalp before the game, but now it had been blown away by the evening wind.

It was such a surprise to concede...... besieged half of the game, but let the opponent score a goal with a counterattack...... He simply couldn't imagine it. It's not that the defending side shouldn't score, he didn't expect that amateur team to be so tenacious.

When he thought he had completely defeated his opponent and trampled him in the mud, the opponent stood up violently and flipped him into the muddy pool.

It's embarrassing...... "We should make adjustments!" Assistant coach Williams reminded him.

"Oh...... Right. Ranieri finally recovered from this loss. He glanced at the bench. "Replace Crespo and Gudjohnsen, replace ......," he gritted his teeth, "replace Hute and Petit!" ”

In the last moments, two strikers were replaced, and one central defender and one midfielder were removed. Ranieri is going to fight Wimbledon to the death.

The arrogant Premier League giants also had to roll up their sleeves at this moment, roll up their trousers, and fight barefoot with opponents eight grades lower than them.

※※※ "Defense! Defend! Watch defensive! Wimbledon manager John Terry. Eames shouted from the sidelines, reminding his teammates to pay attention to their defense in the last moments, and as long as they can maintain the advantage of this goal until the end of the game, then the victory will be theirs and they will make history!

Substitutes also stood on the sidelines to cheer on the players on the pitch.

"It's time for a change, Terry!" Ingrid said nervously beside him.

"Now is not the time, Nicky." Eames replied, looking at the pitch.

"They are physically exhausted......"

"Now they're full of energy, ha!" Eames laughed. "They won't get tired in these few minutes. I started making substitutions in stoppage time and wasting a little bit of time. ”

※※※Chu Zhongtian returned to his job and once again transformed into a blue-collar worker who did dirty work.

It was as if the glory of the goal had completely dissipated. If someone had turned on the TV at this time to see his yellow jersey stained with green grass clippings and brown dirt, he would have been completely inconceivable that he had scored two goals to give his team the lead.

As always, he shuttled back and forth on the edge of the box, stopping every Chelsea attack. He's not alone, he has a lot of teammates behind him who are helping him and doing the same thing. They are an indestructible collective, and even a team like Chelsea can't easily beat them.

Crespo and Gudjohnsen had already played 89 minutes. Because they were called up from the bench to warm up, they wasted some time. Before Wimbledon scored, they were still on the bench in a good mood. Mutu scored a goal and could possibly pose a threat to them, but Hasselbaink's inaction in the game and given his 32-year-old age, he was already at the bottom of Chelsea's fierce battle for attack.

But now they have to go up and play together, with all four of Chelsea's main strikers on the pitch just to deal with an amateur side...... It's a shame to say it.

Ranieri doesn't think about whether it's really embarrassing at this time, he just wants his team to equalise and drag the game into a replay. Then they will have a chance to prove themselves.

But let's be honest, simply increasing the number of strikers doesn't always work. This time, for example, when Crespo and Gudjohnsen came on, they were all packed into the opposition box, and there was no better way to attack than to cross from the wing.

God didn't seem to be on Chelsea's side today, they had a lot of crosses, but not many of them were able to form a threatening shot in the end.

Later, Gudjohnsen soon found that it was not possible to be so crowded in the penalty area, and he pulled out to seek cooperation, but there were two good shots on goal, but unfortunately they were blocked by the Wimbledon players.

When Crespo and Gudjohnsen came on the pitch, the fourth official raised a sign for stoppage time on the sidelines - four minutes!

The Chelsea fans in the stands were unhappy with the stoppage time, they thought it wasn't too little, at least ten minutes should be added!

And Wimbledon fans are also unhappy, they think that stoppage time is too long, and it is better for them not to make up for a minute!

A minute into stoppage time, Wimbledon withstood Chelsea's stormy attack and they still didn't concede a goal. This time Terry. Eames started to make substitutions. He called in three substitutes in one go, but instead of changing them at the same time, he made two substitutions first.

Centre-back Matt. Everlad replaces Gavin, who is exhausted. Borger, with the team defending at full strength, Borger doesn't have much of a role left. The addition of a centre-back to bolster the team's defences was a response to Chelsea's frequent high ball crosses.

Substitute defender Paul. Manning replaces Lee. Sidwell, this is a counterpoint substitution, because Sidwell's physical strength is also not good.

After waiting for these two people to play, he waited half a minute and then changed to a third person.

This time will Joe. Schilling was replaced and replaced by another centre-back, Steven. Lloyd.

Chelsea have four strikers and Wimbledon have responded with four centre-backs.

Mortensen could see that Eames was deliberately wasting his time, and the Chelsea fans in the stands booed and despised the blatant procrastination.

Eames doesn't care so much, he just needs to win.

In the last two minutes of stoppage time, the Wimbledon players were too much to support...... Someone has cramps.

Andy. After Sullivan desperately blocked the opponent's cross off the touchline in defence, he fell down, clutching his right calf in pain and looking pained.

Chelsea fans thought Sullivan was deliberately stalling again, and there was boos in the stands.

Of course, the Chelsea players also felt that the timing of Sullivan's fall was too sensitive, but they still did not do anything like lifting Sullivan off the pitch directly, but rushed over to help him press his leg and make him try to get back to his feet.

Sullivan was still sportsmanlike, and as soon as he saw his situation, he knew that he couldn't support it anymore, but he was embarrassed to continue to lie on the ground and delay time, so he climbed out of the sideline and waited for the team doctor's treatment.

Seeing him like this, the Chelsea fans in the stands burst into applause again.

Although Sullivan did not deliberately delay Chelsea's time, such a toss took another half a minute.

By the time they threw the ball into the field, it was only a minute and a half before the end of the game.

Sullivan left the field injured, and the team doctor's feedback was that he could not continue the game. And Eames has used up all three substitutions, which means that in the last minute and a half, Wimbledon Athletic was forced to play with 10 men, and the difference in strength was huge, and now there is one less person...... "Hell......" Ingerrich scolded next to him.

Eames wasn't as sad as his partner. "Don't worry, Nicky. We still have Chu, that guy can be used as two people by himself, with him on the field, we already have one more person than Chelsea, and Sarly's absence just makes us have the same number, haha! ”

Ingrid felt that Eames was overconfident. However, he had to admit that Chu Zhongtian's physical strength was really good, and if he wanted to accentuate his tone, it would be "really fucking good"! By this time, he had been running tirelessly for ninety-three minutes, and there was no sign of physical exhaustion, but he was still strong.

This was crucial in the final moments, as he was always one step ahead of his opponents, could jump high to fight for headers, and could run from left to right to interfere with passes and shots...... "Physically, he's already a pro......," Ingrid muttered.

In the final moments, Chelsea won a corner.

"The fourth minute of stoppage time has passed! This may be Chelsea's last attack of the game! Mortenson pushed his excitement and tried to explain in a normal tone, but he couldn't do it. Who made him a passionate narrator himself?

"Look! Cudicini is up! ”

The camera is on Chelsea's goalkeeper, Italian Cudicini. He doesn't have many opportunities to leave the country in this game, and this is only the fourth close-up. For the first time, less than five minutes into the game, Chu Zhongtian suddenly grazed the crossbar with a long-range shot, shocking everyone into a cold sweat. Cudicini made a save but didn't touch the football. The second time was when Chu Zhongtian scored the first goal, when Chelsea had just scored, but Chu Zhongtian equalized with a beautiful world wave a minute later. Cudicini still made a save, but the quality of Chu Zhongtian's ball was too high, and he tried his best to prevent the ball from entering the goal. The third time was when Chu Zhongtian scored the second goal and overtook the score.

The first three times, he appeared in the camera as a supporting role.

Two of those appearances were due to the team conceding a goal, and if the saddest figure of the game were to be selected after the game, it would be Italian Carlo . Cudicini. In fact, the loss of the goal and his responsibility are not big, it is all negligence on the part of the backline, plus Chu Zhongtian's two shots are really exciting, although he is an amateur player, he has scored a professional-level goal. But it is precisely because of this that the pitiful aspects of Cudicini are highlighted...... This time he rushed up with the intention of equalising the score in the last minute for his team and a chance to get a replay.

Frank Lampard ran for a corner, but he didn't dare to take a short corner for fear the referee would blow the whistle as soon as the ball came out.

I looked at the crowd in front of the door. He chose to kick the ball into the middle of the goal, win in the chaos, and if someone touches it, maybe he will score?

Chu Zhongtian stood in front of goal, next to John Terry and Crespo, two of the best Chelsea players on the pitch right now.

Chu Zhongtian is not afraid of them, and he is very confident when it comes to heading.

His accurate judgment of where the ball lands, his explosive power and bounce, and his ten years of heading practice give him the confidence that he won't lose to anyone in the air – unless the opponent uses his hands.

Frank Lampard drove the ball away and there was chaos in front of goal. Chu Zhongtian saw the opportunity and jumped high, and Terry and Crespo were both squeezed behind him!

Header flick!

He pushed the ball off the line!

"Beautiful header! The game should be over! Mortenson shouted.

However, he did not hear the referee's three whistles, but saw the referee point to the corner flag area again...... "Oh...... It looks like the referee doesn't want the game to end so early......"

Wimbledon fans in the stands booed.

Emily shushed as she gave the referee a middle finger.

The people around her scolded directly: "Go die!" You dead bald! If Chelsea don't score, do you have to keep awarding corners? ”

"I your mom last night, Mr. Referee!!"

The referee, of course, could not hear the shouting from the stands mixed with the cacophony of voices, and in the face of the doubts of the Wimbledon players, he firmly pointed to the corner flag area and signaled for Chelsea to continue serving corners.

"Okay...... Maybe he was trying to put Andy. Sullivan was injured and the little time he had to make up for it......"

Eames was also angry at the referee's decision, pointing to his watch and reminding the fourth official: "It's the fourth minute and 32 seconds of stoppage time!" No, forty seconds! ”

The fourth official shrugged at him, which he couldn't control.

The Wimbledon players were disgruntled and turned around the referee, believing it would be incredible to give Chelsea another corner.

Chu Zhongtian went up and pulled away his teammates: "Go and defend the corner!" Don't let them take advantage of this opportunity to score! ”

He noticed that John Terry and Crespo were no longer with him, but it was Cudicini who squeezed in...... Competing with a goalkeeper for the header, this is the first time in Chu Zhongtian's playing career.

Andy. Bale saw Cudicini yelling nervously: "Watch defensive, guys! Watch defensive! But don't foul! Push them out, push them out! Don't let them get too close to me! ”

Chu Zhongtian glanced at Kudicini, who was standing next to him. He shot through his goal with two shots...... Instead of focusing on Chu Zhongtian, who had shot through him twice, Cudicini stared at Frank Lampard, who was about to kick off.

Frank Lampard, who was standing in the corner flag area, gritted his teeth and this time it had to be the last corner...... He really didn't want to accept this result, and his team was beaten and eliminated by an amateur team...... If he could, he would love to kick the ball straight into the opponent's goal!

The referee's whistle sounded and he had to get the ball out as soon as possible...... "Another corner......

The ball arcs in a not-so-obvious arc towards the Wimbledon goal!

Cudicini and Chu Zhongtian jumped at the same time, Cudicini took advantage of the height, but Chu Zhongtian was better in terms of position. He was once again in front of his opponent and got the ball in front of him.

Cudicini bumped into him next to him, causing him to lose his center of gravity the moment he hit the ball. Despite this, he still shook his head hard and rubbed the football to the bottom line...... The football flew out of the bottom line by grazing the front post!

"Out of bounds!"

"Do you want to give a corner?"

Wimbledon fans in the stands cheered for Chu Zhongtian's clearance, but they were also preparing to boo the referee.

As long as he dares to give another corner...... Chelsea fans and players looked at the referee. Frank Lampard has never left the corner flag area and is still waiting for the next corner.

Everyone's eyes fell on the referee at this moment.

Will another corner be awarded?

Or just blow the full-time whistle?

"Toot!"

A whistle blew and the referee raised his hands.

His movements were synchronized by Wimbledon coaches and substitutes, who also raised their arms.

"Toot!"

Two whistles.

Wimbledon fans in the stands raised their hands as they opened their mouths to cheer.

"Toot!"

Three whistles sounded, and the referee raised his hands flat, pointing forward.

"The game is over!!"!

(To be continued)