Every match day is no longer different for Chu Zhongtian. On the morning of each match, he doesn't have any thoughts after waking up. He just thinks it's an ordinary day, then get up and wash up and go to have breakfast, but today is a little different. Last season's final with Paris Saint-Germain also made Chu Zhongtian feel a different atmosphere because it was the final.

And today is the non-final final.

If Tottenham cannot be eliminated today, then this game will be the last game of Metz in the League Cup this season. What is this not the final?

Many teammates also have special feelings like him.

Some people even felt nervous.

During breakfast, the atmosphere was a bit dull.

"It's really unbearable!" Ribery screamed, jumping on the chair, waving a fork in his hand, as if he was going to stab someone. "Are we eating the last meal of our lives?! After this breakfast, are we going to die together?"

Everyone turned their attention to the most active people on the team.

"Let's talk about whether the weather is good today? Talk about music, soap operas... or today's breakfast... it's so fucking bad!"

Someone laughed out loud, it was Chu Zhongtian sitting next to him.

Ribery looked down at Chu Zhongtian following the laughter. "Very good, someone already agreed with me!" He pointed at Chu Zhongtian and said.

"Now let's have breakfast like any regular morning, and complain about the bad diet here, and then do whatever we should do!"

Ribery jumped off the chair and started eating what he called "fucking bad" breakfast.

After being disturbed by him, the atmosphere in the restaurant, which was very dull just now, became a little more active. The people sitting at the same table began to communicate with each other. Although their words were much less than usual, the situation was always getting better, right?

After breakfast, the team went to the gym provided by the hotel to perform some strength and endurance training. The intensity was not high, mainly to adjust the physical condition of the players. After lunch, they would have a lunch break. After a simple "dinner" in the afternoon, they would set off at 5 o'clock to go to the court.

These arrangements are no different from any game day. They are like this regardless of home and away game. The difference is that the food at home tastes much better. After all, it is a hotel that has been hosting Metz for many years and is already familiar with this service.

On the away game, there is not so much attention, and it is not even ruled out that some home teams will deliberately make things difficult for reception in order to interfere with the away team as much as possible.

※※※Jo Xilin got up from the bed, and the woman lying beside him turned over, and was still a little reluctant after being awakened.

"Are you playing today, Joe?" the woman hummed.

"Of course not, baby."

"Then you get up so early..."

"But I'm going to watch the game today." Xilin grabbed the woman's chest hard. After the woman screamed and grabbed the quilt to cover it, she glared at Xilin.

Joe Xilin laughed and jumped out of the bed, starting to rummagate through a pile of clothes for his underwear.

"Meet? What game?"

"League Cup!"

Xilin finally found his underwear. He put it in front of his nose and smelled it, then frowned and threw it aside, went to the closet to flip out a new pair of underwear.

"League Cup? When will you spend money to watch such a game?" the woman asked strangely.

"Because an old friend of mine is back, I have to go see him." Joe Xilin put on his underwear and went to the bathroom to wash barefoot.

Wash his face, brush his teeth, shave his hair, and after doing all this, he looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

Then he returned to the bedroom, pulled the thick curtains open, squinted his eyes and looked at the gray sky outside the window, and Qiao Xilin muttered: "Damn it, it's going to rain. I still have to bring a raincoat, it's really troublesome..."

He just wore a pair of underwear, stood by the window, picked up his cell phone and called someone else.

"Hello, Andy? Have you gotten up? Your woman didn't mess with you too hard, right? Ha! That's good! See you in front of the train station at 2:30 pm!"

After hanging up the phone, he continued to dial other numbers.

These are all former teammates or current teammates he had contacted before. When he heard that Chu Zhongtian was coming to London to play, he found those people and asked them if they were interested in going to see a live game of Chu Zhongtian. Most people said that this idea was good, so he was a contact person, contacting everyone who was going to, and agreed on a time and place.

Now he wants to call to confirm.

"Hi, have you got up, Kevin?"

"...If you are not at Wimbledon, of course you don't need to meet at Wimbledon's train station! You can see how you can go to White Hart Alley and go, anyway, you get there..."

"What clothes are you wearing? I care! You can go without clothes!"

"Can Chu start? Your question is so idiotic! He is now the core of Metz. Do you understand what the ‘core’ means? Do you think he will start?"

After calling all the phones, he threw down his cell phone, jumped back to the bed, hugged his naked girlfriend, and kissed her in the face: "Baby, are you going with us?"

My girlfriend shook her head: "I'm not interested, that's a party for you guys."

Shilin grinned. His girlfriend was not interested in football. This was really a headache...※※※Gavin Borger had given up his dream of becoming a professional player, or to furthermore, he had given up his dream of becoming a football player. Now he was doing a job that had nothing to do with football - sales insurance, occasionally going to Sunday league to play an afternoon game with a group of friends he met in bars. If he didn't play, he would go to the stands at the fan stadium to watch Wimbledon Athletics.

Just a season ago, he was one of the owners of the stadium and now he is a spectator.

In the 30th round of the league last season, he was injured in the game and had to miss four months of the game. It was at this time that his parents hoped that he could find a job to support himself and not always expect his parents to support him. Borger also felt that this was not a solution. He did not want to live with his parents because it was inconvenient. He wanted to move out and needed money. It was not enough to play Wimbledon. Although he could already get a salary of 300 pounds a week, it was still not enough in London, a place with high consumption.

In this way, he made the decision to bid farewell to football and transformed into a staff member.

Although he is not a semi-professional player, his relationship with football is still very strong. He will go to watch football on site, but because he has not worked for a long time and his income is not high. Except for Wimbledon Athletics, he will not go to watch football on site.

But today, he wants to break this example.

The tickets for Tottenham Hotspurs to host Mess at home have been bought for a long time and have been kept in his clothes pocket. Today, after get off work, he will go straight to the White Hart Lane Stadium to watch the game.

He is not a Tottenham fan, nor is he a Metz fan. He just wants to see how the guy who was placing his professional football dream in the past was doing now.

Not many of the players who were just established in Wimbledon Athletics were still in that team. Andy Sullivan went to another team, Kevin Cooper also transferred and left, some retired, and some changed careers. It can be said that none of them became a real professional player, except Chu Zhongtian.

He is now the main player of Ligue 1 Metz. He won the French Cup with the team last season, so he can play in the League Cup this season.

He had previously studied the situation of Metz in this game and found it was not optimistic. They had previously lost two away goals, and the prospects for this game were very dim. Anyone who reported on the League Cup would fall to the ground and announce in advance that Tottenham had advanced to the semi-finals.

This aroused his interest, and he wanted to see if Chu Zhongtian, as the only professional player from the Madman, had a way to solve this problem that was made an "impossible task" by the media.

No matter how impossible this task is, it is always more likely than a ninth-level amateur team to eliminate Chelsea away, right?

※※※Terry Eames placed the newspaper on the table and began to concentrate on eating breakfast.

In the newspaper, a piece of news occupied a part of the page, and that was a piece of news about the League Cup.

"...Spurs will face Ligue 1 Mets tonight, with two away goals in hand, and the situation is very good..."

Next to the newspaper, there is a ticket with the time of the game, the battle between the two sides and the place of the game. It is the ticket for this League Cup game tonight.

Although he is no longer the head coach of Wimbledon Athletics, and has not even been a coach for the time being, football is still very concerned. What's more, Chu is a player he was very optimistic about at the time. Now he has the opportunity to watch Chu Zhongtian's game at close range, why not go and see it?

He wanted to see what progress Chu Zhongtian has made compared to when he was in an amateur team.

※※When Metz's players were having lunch break, Boss John locked the bar door and hung a sign that said "Business is suspended recently".

Then he put away the keys, turned around and said to the crowd gathered behind him, "Let's go, guys!"

A group of people carried Chu Zhongtian's portrait with Chu Zhongtian's name and a banner that cheered him, and turned around and walked towards the train station.

They were going to cheer for Chu Zhongtian to cheer for Chu Zhongtian. Because there were no Metz jerseys, everyone wore blue Wimbledon competitive jerseys.

In front of the train station, they met Qiao Xilin and others who were also going to watch the football together.

The opponents are all former Wimbledon Athletics players, or to be precise, the first Wimbledon Athletics players. Only they choose to watch a game that actually has nothing to do with them, but Chu Zhongtian participated.

After meeting, the two sides greeted each other enthusiastically and cared about each other's current situation.

Then the topic turned to the evening game.

"I'm quite excited now. I can watch Chu's game on the spot again. Ahha! I can't watch it on TV enough. As expected, I still have to watch this football game on the spot!" This is the voice of the fans.

"I envy Chu Zhen. He is the only one of us who has become a professional player..."

"What's there to envy? Chu has this ability..." This is the players' discussion.

After the two teams gathered, they took the train and chatted and headed towards North London.

An hour later, they walked out of the "Seven Sisters" subway station, which was twenty minutes away from the White Hart Lane Stadium. It was past four o'clock and there were still several hours before the evening game. It was obviously impossible to go outside the stadium so early and wait for the entry. That was too stupid. For the Englishman, there was no better way to spend time than going to a bar to drink and chat, so there was no need to make any suggestions, and a large group of people found a bar next to the subway station, which looked like a big bar and went in.

The bar was a bar for Tottenham fans. A group of people discovered this just after entering because the people who were drinking inside were wearing white Tottenham jerseys.

After seeing a large group of people suddenly pouring in, the group of disturbed people first looked them with scrutiny eyes. It was found that most of the people were wearing blue jerseys, which did not belong to Metz or to Tottenham.

Boss John and his group were stunned for a moment, then squeezed to the bartender to ask for wine.

As soon as they spoke, they spoke in London-speaking English. Only then did the Tottenham fans realize that the person who came was English and it seemed that they would not be the right one, so they turned their eyes away and ignored them.

Of course, someone came up and asked, "Hey, buddy! Are you watching the ball?"

Wimbledon's man nodded.

"But you don't look like Tottenham fans." The visitor looked at the blue jerseys of the group of people in front of him.

"We're just watching a League Cup game, hoping it will be a wonderful game..." The leader John replied.

The man laughed: "Of course it will be a wonderful game! The opponent has no other way except for attack. As long as we don't lose the ball in this game, we will win! Tottenham advances, can there be a wonderful game than this?"

The Wimbledons did not respond to him, but just drank beer on their own.

When the person who came saw that he was not responded, he shrugged and said, "Okay, I wish you a happy watching the game." After that, he walked back to his camp.

Wimbledon's people gathered together and chatted while drinking. This way, time passed quickly. When people gradually began to pass by the bar door, everyone knew that time had come.

"Hey! Hey!" someone among the Tottenham fans in the bar shouted, "It's the last drink! Guys!"

"Oh! The last drink!" The Tottenham fans in the bar shouted.

While they were busy having their last drink, the Wimbledon people walked out and mixed into the white stream toward the court.
To be continued...