Then the only capital that can make him gain a foothold on the football field now is that his physical fitness is quite strong.

Chu Zhongtian, who was thinking so randomly, was pulled back to reality by someone in front of him.

"Hey, young man, are you playing the midfielder?" the coach asked him with the competition list in his hand.

Chu Zhongtian nodded and answered him in English: "Yes, a defensive midfielder."

The coach breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a little: "That's good..." He looked back at the person who was wearing a yellow vest as Chu Zhongtian, and then said: "Your team is in a special situation. Well... you know, the number of people coming here to try out is not always matched in various positions. There are more people in some popular positions, and your team has five forwards..."

Chu Zhongtian was startled. He turned his head around the coach and looked at his teammates. No matter how you look at it, you can't tell that there are actually hidden dragons and tigers here... What are the five forwards, how to allocate them?

"So... during the game, the midfield defense will be left to you."

What else could Chu Zhongtian say? He could only nod and agree.

The coach patted Chu Zhongtian on the shoulder with encouragement and turned around and left. He shouted to the group of compatriots: "There are five minutes left, you are ready!"

Everyone stood up from the ground, patted the grass clippings hanging on their butts, stretched, twisted their butts, pressed their legs, and began to warm up.

At this time, Chu Zhongtian had finished his warm-up, sat on the sidelines, squinted his eyes and looked at the figures running on the field.

If there are five forwards in a team, do you have to play the formation of five forwards? Obviously not. When the coach of the AFC Wimbledon Club arranged the formation for them, he considered this situation and arranged a 433 formation, three forwards, and another forward was an attacking forward, and could also play a guest appearance as a forward. So in front of the four defenders, Chu Zhongtian was alone in the midfield, responsible for building the first line of defense to defend the opponent's attack. In addition, he didn't know whether the two full-backs behind him liked to be assisted after being fine...

His temporary teammates also realized that he would be a guarantee for them to gallop in the frontcourt, and at this time they all came up to say hello to him. "Hey, Chinese boy, it depends on you!" Especially the five forwards, they were particularly enthusiastic when greeting him. They knew very well what this thirty-minute game represents. Whether they could be selected into this newly established team may just watch a game. Of course, they must have excellent performance, but the team's performance is also very important. Why do the best in those world competitions always have the most places to win? One truth is, if their team loses the game, their performance will obviously be greatly reduced in the eyes of the coaches. So a teammate who is willing to defend in the backcourt with peace of mind will look particularly cute at this time. Even if he is a Chinese...

Chu Zhongtian gave them a thumbs up and signaled that they would not have to worry about anything. He would be responsible for their rear.

Is this really the case? Chu Zhongtian was unsure. But he showed a sad look and told his teammates that he couldn't do it. That was not his usual style. Since he agreed, he always had to do what he should do. Who made them belong to the same team? Even if it was temporary, it was a collective.

He always did this, for example, in the game of the Chinese Students Team, even if his teammates had given up, he was still working hard until exhausted. He never thought about the idea of ​​"No one else is fighting, I will fight like a fool." He only knew that since he stepped onto the stadium, he had his own responsibilities. He could not let go of this responsibility until the game ended. As for those players who did not fight... they would settle the score after the autumn.

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Terry Eames looked at the rosters of the two teams that were about to appear and found a question: "There are five players in the Yellow Team playing forward?"

Assistant coach Nicky Ingrich nodded helplessly: "We can't control the number of people coming here to try out at various positions. And you know, Terry's attackers are always a lot, and it's easier to show their excellent side... so there are many attackers who pass the test."

AFC Wimbledon's head coach turned his attention to the roster again. Following the five forwards was a non-British name: "chu_zhongtian". He remembered that it was the Chinese student introduced by Emily, who seemed to be a defensive midfielder.

Before the four defenders, there is only one single midfielder, and he should not expect the two guest attacking forwards and three forwards to return to defense in the game - everyone will only show themselves desperately. In the previous games, he has seen too many such trialists.

Attackers always think that they can control the game by relying on their own abilities. As long as they show these abilities, they can be attracted by the coach. They admire and long to imitate the performance of several people who finally shoot the football into the empty goal. Most of these amateur enthusiasts are born with lack of cooperation. He does not deny that there are many people with outstanding personal skills among amateur players, but they cannot adapt well to professional football because their tactical qualities are really poor... This is the difference between profession and amateur.

But I'm sorry, their future head coach is from a defender.

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The last game ended, and twenty-two players left the court one after another. Some people seemed to have not yet played the game, so they ran down with the football, intending to show their sense of ball and skills in front of the head coach. The team that won was very happy, while the side that lost was dejected and unwilling to say anything. It was already past five o'clock, and the court was still very lively, without the shadow of the evening, and the summer night always came very late.

"It's Chu's turn to play." Old Bente murmured, waiting for a day until now, just to cheer for the only representative of Duns Bar.

"Chu!" Emily took the lead and stood up and waved to the ground.

The others followed him and shouted "Chuchu".

Chu Zhongtian heard their shouts and looked back at the stage. He could easily find Emily and the others. He waved to them, saying hello.

He was wearing a yellow vest. Under the yellow vest, the red Chinese team jersey was very special. This jersey was the uniform of the Chinese student team. In order to prepare for today's trial, he borrowed it from Yang Yang. The pair of sneakers under his feet were also borrowed from Yang Yang.

He remembered the situation when he asked Yang Yang to borrow clothes last night.

When Yang Yang heard that Chu Zhongtian actually took out his jerseys and sneakers to participate in the AFC Wimbledon trial. He was surprised at first, but happy at the end. He also encouraged Chu Zhongtian to choose.

"I knew you could do it!" Yang Yang said to Chu Zhongtian, "You are the best football player among us!" Chu Zhongtian never told Yang Yang that he had received ten years of training in the football school and participated in national competitions. But Chu Zhongtian was indeed the best football player among the British student team, and Yang Yang was not saying it well.

"The shoes don't fit well. You said they were small in the last game, but I only have these pairs of shoes here... I wear even smaller." Yang Yang handed him the sneakers that Chu Zhongtian wore during the last game. "I said, if you are selected, go buy a pair of new shoes that fit well, Da Chu."

Chu Zhongtian nodded. "Okay!"

He studied in the preparatory course in the UK and made money by working. He had thought of playing football even though he still wanted to play football, so he naturally didn't prepare any equipment for football. But the situation is different now. If he can really pass the trial training and become a member of this team, then no matter how tight his finances are, he must buy a new pair of sneakers. The sneakers are a player's boots and are a guy who eats. Naturally, he has to choose a pair that suits him so that he can perform at his best.

Now, because these temporarily borrowed shoes don’t fit well, they are a little small, and they have been doing intense exercise all day long, the little toes on their feet are already hurting, and there will be a tingling pain when walking, and it is estimated that the nails have been ground and chopped.

But he didn't care much. He had already walked onto the court and stood opposite their opponent.

He suddenly found that two people in the other party were constantly making faces at him, and one of them was still lying in circles with his head down.

He narrowed his eyes and recognized the two people more than ten meters away.

Teasing him a week ago in the Wimbledon Art School International Student Friendship Game, he ruthlessly taunted his two future alumni - Alee Russell and Gavin Borger, outside Jack Goodchild Alley this morning.

They wore red vests and were Chu Zhongtian's opponent in this game.

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ps, updated today~~~~

Tomorrow's chapter will be a small climax, everyone will continue to spend the tickets~~~~
Chapter completed!