The stadium outside gradually looked like the FA Cup, with louder and louder sounds, and you could hear it clearly in the locker room.

"I believe you know better than me how important this game is. I only talk about tactical things." Eames stood among the players, and everyone sat around him and listened to him.

"The opponent will definitely underestimate the enemy in this game. They are in a bad situation, so they need to win urgently. At the beginning of the game, they will attack our penalty area. You need to be mentally prepared. Don't want to push them out and fight them. We will suffer the loss. However, if they find that they can't open the situation for a long time, they will start to become impatient. You must know that our fame and strength are not as good as them. In everyone's understanding, they will take it for granted, but what if the situation does not develop as they imagined?"

Eams paused for a moment, "So our top priority in this game is to stabilize the defense first and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack. As long as they can't score our goal, we will have a chance to win this game. Pay attention to efficiency when counterattacking, don't shoot at random, and ensure the scoring opportunity as much as possible."

Every time he said something, everyone nodded.

"Defensive..." Eames considered it. Although Wimbledon was in poor condition recently, there were still several very powerful characters in the team. For example, Nigel Leo Cook (nigel_reo-coker), a midfielder with excellent health, is the core player of Wimbledon's team.

"Chu."

Chu Zhongtian looked up at the boss.

"I'll leave that Leo Cook to you, keep an eye on him. His game is very clear, but poor passes are his biggest problem. I want you to press him closely and not allow him to pass comfortably."

"No problem, leave it to me, boss." Chu Zhongtian replied confidently. Finally, he was able to fight against a top-notch opponent, and he was full of expectations. Leo Cook is famous. Rumor has it that Wimbledon will sell a group of players after the end of the season. The most eye-catching one is the captain of the team, who is only nineteen years old.

Being able to confront such a player is Chu Zhongtian’s most dream of.

"We should not intercept too much in the midfield. The opponent is stronger than us, especially in the midfield. As long as they are willing, they can easily tear open our defense line by relying on passing. So I ask you to shrink the defense line and defend the penalty area. After their offense enters our defense three zones, we should implement a pressing defense. Try to compress the distance between our three lines and not give the opponent too much space and time to get the ball. Their striker Scott McDonald has a good explosive power, so don't give him room to sprint. The more ruthless we compress, the greater the space for counterattack during the attack, so we require the midfield to run actively."

This was not difficult for Chu Zhongtian. Whether it was horizontal running or vertical sprinting back and forth, he had no problem at all. He still had enough energy to run after ninety minutes.

"Their other striker, Wayne_gray, heading and bounce are good. Sim, you and Danny, you should pay special attention and don't give him too many opportunities to jump and compete for the top."

Sim Johnston and Danny Okins, two center-backs who started, nodded. They were the main air defense forces. Although Chu Zhongtian sometimes played a cameo as a central defender and returned to the goal to compete for a header. However, his mission in this game is more important.

The tactics are very simple, so I finished it. Those complex and specific details have been remembered by the players during training.

"Their No. 14 Lionel Mogan (an) is good at breaking through the wing and is a troublesome person, but he just experienced two months of serious injuries at the beginning of the season and has not recovered for a long time. I think you all know how to do it, right?"

He laughed, and the defenders laughed. They did know what to do. Don't forget that they were once a "crazy gang" that everyone is afraid of.

After talking about the tactics, Eames clapped his hands: "Think about why we play football together, we should really thank them, ha!" He pointed outside and laughed.

Everyone laughed with him.

Looking back now, this is true - if it weren't for Wimbledon's insistence on moving, how could these fans have had the idea of ​​forming a team and a club? If the fans hadn't had such an idea, how could they, who were not familiar with, come together to play football? Now they have the same goal - to defeat the opponent in front of them!

Xilin touched Chu Zhongtian: "Hey, I'm very happy to meet you, Chu. Thank you for football."

Chu Zhongtian replied: "I'm also very happy to know you and Andy."

"One day when you decide to leave here, don't forget to stay in touch. Maybe we will travel to China in the future. If you want to be a tour guide, don't you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind, come and I welcome you!"

The two of them gathered together and whispered. Eames continued on it: "But thank them for thanking them, don't show mercy when it comes to the game. This is an opportunity to prove to the whole English that we are the descendants of the authentic gang! Such opportunities are not often available, so don't waste them!"

The two men who were whispering followed the other teammates and shouted: "Beat them!!"

※※Then, in the home team's locker room.

Head coach Stuart Murdoch (stuart_murdoch) is doing his last speech before the team appears. He didn't put in much effort when it comes to tactical arrangements. Because this opponent is too weak, he, the head coach, is a little uninterested... The amateur team in the ninth league... can win anyway, right?

But the scene still has to be said: "...Although the opponent is very weak, you cannot underestimate the enemy!"

No one took his words to heart, and even Murdoch himself thought this was nonsense. Will the team really not underestimate the enemy? It is impossible. The opponent is too weak, and even if he underestimates the enemy, he should be able to guarantee that he can win.

No one listened and wanted to continue saying: "You all know the current situation of our team, but I hope you will not be affected by the rumors outside..."

What rumors? Of course, they are those rumors that Wimbledon intends to sell out promising players on the team.

Since the club owed 20 million pounds, the rumors have become increasingly fierce. Until Mr. Chairman raised funds to repay the debt, the rumors have not disappeared, but have become even more rampant.

Is this strange? No, that's true. This is not a rumor. As head coach Stuart Murdoch understands that the club's senior management really intends to sell some players. Because the team's financial situation has not improved with debt repayment, selling players is the most direct and most convenient way, because their boss can't ask people to raise funds every time the team has no money... Murdoch thinks he is really a pitiful person - the club keeps selling players, and at the same time asks him to produce excellent results. Do they really think Wimbledon is a team like Arsenal and Manchester United?

"Our goal this season is to relegate, but it is a good thing to be able to get a good result in the FA Cup. Fortunately, our opponents are not strong, and I only have one requirement in this game, that is, victory. I will not accept any results except victory!"

At the end of the day, poor head coach Murdoch finally cheered up and said a harsh word.

He waved his hand and let the players who had been impatient to appear.

Anyway, the victory of this game should be planned and there will be no problems.

※※※When Chu Zhongtian walked out of the corridor below the owner's stands, he saw several cameras placed directly in front of him at a glance. This was the treatment that was not available in the previous two FA Cup games.

The camera's lens was aimed at him, and he couldn't help but look at the camera a few more times.

Now he only had one thought in his mind - live broadcast... Even if there were many scenes, it was the first time that such a big scene was like live broadcasting in TV. Chu Zhongtian suddenly felt a little nervous.

He clenched his fists tightly, trying to prevent his body from trembling.

The cheers and singing of Wimbledon Athletics fans in the stands awakened him and calmed him down again.

"Look, the players are out!" John Motterson in the commentary table started working. "The home team Wimbledon is wearing blue and yellow jerseys, and the away team Wimbledon Athletics is wearing yellow away jerseys. It sounds difficult to talk, right? It doesn't matter, their relationship will make you feel more troublesome. Ha!"

Motson glanced at the small monitor placed next to his commentator seat, and a close-up of Chu Zhongtian happened to appear on it.

"I have to solemnly introduce such a player to you - this face is completely different from our British people, because he is not a British. He comes from a distant China and is an international student who is attending university in Wimbledon. This is just one of his identities. He has a more famous identity as the main player of this team. In the past game, he participated in most of the Wimbledon Athletics competitions and is the absolute main player of the team. It sounds very legendary. Maybe he will create a new legend in today's game? His name is Chu-Zhong-Tian." Motson said word by word, "Chu."

Chu Zhongtian had no idea that he had not played for a minute, so he was already famous. He followed the team to the stadium, then lined up to let the media take photos. The reporters carrying the camera passed by them one by one. When Chu Zhongtian was in front of him, he stopped and gave him a few more seconds.

As soon as the camera left, Qiao Xilin, who was standing next to him, touched him with his arm: "Hey, Chu, I bet you are already famous now! Look, even the cameras in charge of broadcasting are taking special care of you!"

Chu Zhongtian just laughed, and he didn't know what to say.

"It's really enviable... Foreigners are treated more preferentially than their own..." Xilin sighed.

As he was talking, the opponent's player had turned around and shook hands with them.

Xilin shook hands with the other party with a playful smile on his face. He did not forget to use some force when shaking hands... And when the Wimbledon players walked to Chu Zhongtian, everyone was stunned.

An Oriental? A yellow skin, black hair, dark hair, and dark eyes? There are such players in our opponents? I heard that this is an amateur team, and each player has a part-time contract, so he won’t be from a Chinese restaurant, right?

It can be seen that the players of this group of home team underestimated the enemy to a point where they were about to start the game, but they didn't even understand their opponents... Even though they were stunned, the group of people still shook hands with Chu Zhongtian one by one. However, after shaking hands, their eyes were still staring at Chu Zhongtian, as if he was a monster.

After the handshake, the captains of both sides came together to pick the side, while the other players returned to their respective positions and waited for the game to begin.

Chu Zhongtian stood in the back midfielder and looked around. There were photographers behind the goal. There were several cameras on the side of the field. There were Wimbledon Athletics fans wearing yellow jerseys on one side.

He easily found several familiar slogans from the stands, which were Boss John and Emily.

He laughed.

Live broadcast nationwide, the opponents are several times stronger than us, and the fans' expectations of winning are no better than this!

Captain Kevin Cooper walked back, and judging from his gesture, he got the kick-off. He was calling Joe Xilin to follow him to the middle circle to kick off.

※※※"It's going to start!" As Kevin Cooper walked towards the middle circle and greeted Joe Shilin as well, Charles Philip shouted excitedly, his body straightened and his voice was deformed.

No one laughed at his misconduct because everyone was like him and was full of expectations for the upcoming game.

"The game is about to begin." John Motterson said to the microphone. "Will this become a dragon-slaying legend in the history of the FA Cup, or a game where ordinary strong teams defeat weak teams? Ninety minutes later, we may know the answer... The game begins!"

He screamed.

The referee blew the whistle, and Kevin Cooper gently knocked the football out, and Joe Xilin followed and kicked the football back to the second half.

Sidwell received the ball first and then passed it to Chu Zhongtian.

After Chu Zhongtian got the football, Yang Yang in the stands couldn't help but scream: "This is the first time Da Chu touched the ball in this game!"

He won't be nervous, right? Yang Yang is still a little worried.

He saw Chu Zhongtian kicking the football directly to the side, passing it accurately to the right back Steve Gibson who had already run up.

Chu Zhongtian could pass the ball more than ten meters long and pass it in a very stable manner.

"Ah! He actually passed the ball!" The Wimbledon bar square in the stands was a little disappointed. They also hoped that Chu Zhongtian would keep the football under his feet for a while and perform.

At the beginning of the game, Chu Zhongtian didn't remember anything like live TV. He now had his mind full of "winning the game". Thinking of this, this game is no different from any ordinary game he has played in the past.

After Gibson passed the football to Borger in front, he did not retreat, but continued to rush forward, as if he was planning to cooperate with Borger on the wing.

The Wimbledon Athletics players' performance was completely beyond the expectations of the home team players, and they forgot to defend their wing breakout for a while.

Gibson attracted the attention of Wimbledon's left-back Pete Hawkins, which gave Borger the opportunity to use his speed to break through the bottom. However, Borger was a little bit bigger when he was down. Before he crossed, the football went out of the bottom line, wasting a very good offensive opportunity.

The sighs of the visiting fans suddenly sounded in the stands.

"Hehe!" Ingrich cursed on the sidelines, "He wasted an excellent offensive opportunity! There are not many such opportunities in the game!"

Although Eames also felt a little regretful, he did not regret it like his assistant.

Borger himself was also embarrassed by this performance. He got up from the ground and kept muttering in his mouth, as if defending his poor performance. You should know that this is a live broadcast game for all England. His embarrassing performance just now must have been seen by TV for everyone in England.

Before the game, he was yelling to become the first person to score the first goal in the live broadcast of Wimbledon Athletics. Now that the ball has not been scored, he is honored to become the first person to embarrass the Wimbledon Athletics.

※※ Wimbledon Athletics gave up an offensive opportunity, and it was the home team Wimbledon's turn to attack.

From the moment Chu Zhongtian passed the football out, he targeted the opponent's captain Nigel Leo Cook. The opponent was the same age as himself, but he looked much older than him. This may be because he was a black man... Rio Cook's position was not a front midfielder, but a back midfielder, but a central forward. Therefore, Chu Zhongtian and Sidwell's position also had some fine adjustments in this game. In the past, Sidwell's position was higher than Chu Zhongtian. Today, Chu Zhongtian's position became Chu Zhongtian's position, so that he could get closer to Rio Cook better without worrying about the space behind him.

Soon the football was passed to Leo Cook's feet, and Chu Zhongtian realized that the opponent was indeed the core of the team.

Leo Cook took the ball under his feet and pushed forward, but did not look at the ball, but looked up and looked forward. He was observing the running position of the opponent and his own players to decide what to do next.

He is the commander of the team, and he commands both offense and defense.

When he observed this, Chu Zhongtian's eastern Kong shook his Yan Qiang for a moment. He didn't care at all. Although the player looked different from ordinary English players - there were many whites and blacks in England, and there was even a shortage of South Asians, but East Asians were still rare.

What threat can an amateur team pose to themselves?
To be continued...