Chu Zhongtian sat in a bright classroom, and the teacher was talking about their profession on the podium. He was so excited that he even brought Rupert Murdoch, the founder of the world's largest media empire, as an example - they studied printing and digital media. But he found himself a little absent-minded. In June, July and August, for three months, he spent all his time in football, and now he couldn't completely take his heart back. Although he was sitting in the classroom, his heart was still on the football field.

Two days ago, he was a player playing in the mixed county league, enjoying the cheers of thousands of people in the stands. Today, he became a student sitting in the classroom listening honestly. He just stepped down from the battlefield where gunpowder smoke and shouting and killing sounds were shaking, and he returned to a peaceful and quiet village to live the life of ordinary farmers. This change in identity still needs to be adapted... Yang Yang returned to the apartment the day before yesterday and paid attention to the "China derby" that had been hyped by the Chinese media for a long time. He said to Chu Zhongtian disappointedly that fortunately, he did not go to watch the game, but to watch Chu Zhong.

The game of the day. The so-called "China Derby" was so boring that it was dying. After only twenty-four minutes of the game, Li Tie was replaced. It was obvious that the British didn't care about the feelings of the Chinese people at all. Chinese football has no status here. They may have never heard of things like the "China Derby". Moyes would not let Li Tie sleepwalking on the court for 90 minutes in order to take care of the mood of Chinese fans. It is said that Li Tie performed very poorly in that game and was very tired. He was completely two people from the "Iron Zi" who could not run to death. So at the beginning of the game, Moyes replaced him with Lindrot.

Later, the domestic media didn't have the nerve to continue hyping this "China derby". The 24-minute "China derby" is not the pride of Chinese football, but it can be regarded as a shame for Chinese football. What people don't care about at all, and it is really embarrassing to see the treasures of Chinese football... Chu Zhongtian withdrew his thoughts and looked down at the watch on his wrist. At 4:20 in the afternoon. At this time, Wimbledon's away game against Southall had already begun for twenty minutes. I wonder what the situation was?

At noon, he met Emily on campus. Emily said that she planned to skip class to watch the game. He couldn't do such a casual thing, so he could only wish the team a victory away. He did not see Emily in school throughout the afternoon.

Before class just now, he met Russell and Borger in the corridor of the teaching building. Three Wimbledon players who could not participate in the game chatted casually, but every sentence was not separated from the afternoon game. Chu Zhongtian could clearly feel that Russell and Borger were absent-minded about the afternoon class, and they even wanted to skip classes to participate in the game. But the list of the game had been reported long ago, and they rushed over now and were just to be spectators in the stands - and they had to buy tickets. Chu Zhongtian believed that they would be honest for a long time... Russell said that Sausal is not a very strong team. If Wimbledon performed normally, it would be no problem to win. This made Chu Zhongtian relax a little.

It cannot be said that Chu Zhongtian's student life is boring. At least in his class, there are two Wimbledon fans, which makes Chu Zhongtian sigh that "the world is so small."

At this moment, the two fans were sitting around Chu Zhongtian, separated by a narrow aisle, and on one side of their bodies, they could talk to him.

"Hey, Chu. Do you think you can win today's game?" The bald fat man on the left was Charles Philip. He tilted his body and lowered his voice and asked Chu Zhongtian sitting on his right. They had only known each other for less than a day, but because of football and Wimbledon, they are familiar with each other now, like old friends for many years.

In fact, they had seen Chu Zhongtian a long time ago, in the stands at Kings Ranch. However, they didn't expect that the "Asian" player who was wearing the No. 8 jersey and could not run on the field would be their college classmate, and they were in the same class.

"It should be no problem..." In fact, Chu Zhongtian didn't know whether he could win. He didn't even know what color of clothes his opponent was wearing. How could he know whether his team could win?

"Charles's question is all nonsense! Wimbledon will definitely win!" The black man wearing a Wimbledon blue and yellow jersey was named Joseph Kenny. He turned around to Charles Philip, who was not confident in his team, shook his fists and quickly shrank back.

"Don't look like you lack confidence!" Joseph Kenny honestly turned around again in less than five seconds and said to Charles Philip.

The two of them are good friends, and they were just before they met Chu Zhongtian. Because they were neighbors, they grew up together. Fortunately, Philip is not a racist... "Hey, I just... regretted that I couldn't go to the scene to see Wimbledon kill that Sausal!" Charles retorted.

"But I'm sure, if Chu goes, we will definitely win!" he added.

This sentence was approved by Joseph Kenny. He turned around and looked at Chu Zhongtian and gave him a thumbs up: "You are the best defensive midfielder I have ever seen! I have watched you many games. As long as you are there, our defense is safe most of the time!"

Chu Zhongtian didn't feel that he was as good as they said: "Even if I'm here, we will still lose the ball and lose the game..."

"That's not your responsibility, Chu. Sometimes we are not lucky, and defense is not a matter of one person, and you should not bear the responsibility alone... In addition, sometimes, I think our offensive methods are too single." Kenny said seriously.

He is a fan who understands football. Wimbledon's biggest problem was revealed in one sentence.

"Russell's skills are good, but relying on him alone, the opponent will sooner or later find out how to deal with him."

"In fact, it has been researched." Charles Philip interrupted from the side. "Look at the last game, if Chu's foot hadn't moved beautifully, penetrated the opponent's defense line and helped the team score the first goal. It's hard to say what the final score is. As long as our opponent shrinks into the penalty area, we will have no choice..."

"Ah, when it comes to that pass, it's so beautiful... To be honest, I didn't even see in the stands that it could be a breakthrough. How did you see it, Chu?"

I don't know which person asked the same question. The day before yesterday, when he was working at the Duns Bar yesterday, almost all the drinkers who came would ask him a pint of beer while asking him for a question like "Chu, how did you see that ball?"

I don’t know how many times Chu Zhongtian said his answer, so he opened his mouth: “Intuition.”

Suddenly, the two rookies, Charles and Joseph, looked at Chu Zhongtian with a look of respect. Chu Zhongtian, the Chinese, became more mysterious and profound in their eyes.

"So amazing!"

"Chu Zhenya!"

"I know that those high-level players will have an indescribable feeling when playing football, that is intuition!"

The two of them gave their sincere praise.

The lecturer who was salivating as he talked about before saw the three people chatting unscrupulously, and knocked on the blackboard: "I'm talking about the three gentlemen over there. Although I don't mind you chatting in my class, can you make the voice smaller?"

When the classmates in the classroom heard the teacher say this, they burst into laughter.

Amid the laughter, Joseph and Charles turned their heads in embarrassment, sat upright, and dared not speak anymore.

Chu Zhongtian smiled. This scene reminded him of his high school student life, and he was so free. Now he remembered that he had been in London for a year and had never contacted the high school classmates. He didn't go home this summer. I really don't know how they are now...※※※After the day of the course, Chu Zhongtian walked out of the teaching building with his schoolbag and carrying a football. Kenny and Philip called him behind him, and they said excitedly: "Go to play football, Chu?" They wanted to play together.

Chu Zhongtian looked at the football in his hand and knew that he and the others had misunderstood. He shook his head: "Not. I'll go to work."

"Working to work and carry football?" Kenny widened his eyes in surprise. "What job, so good? I'll go in there too!"

"No, I'll give orders to Mike China. I'll practice ball control skills on the way." Chu Zhongtian said, pointing to the football in his hand.

Kenny and Philip were both surprised. They didn't expect Chu Zhongtian to do so.

The two of them were stunned for a while before they realized. They shook their heads at the same time: "We usually play football and think we are playing well. Now we know why some people can play in the regular league. We can only play occasionally in the Sunday league..."

Philip even thought of yesterday's game: "The pass like yesterday has very high control over the ball. Is that how you trained it, Chu?"

Chu Zhongtian is not a very modest person. He even seems a little arrogant when he is confident, but he won't lie. He shook his head: "I've just started practicing." The ball was so accurate in the game the day before yesterday, which surprised him. If he could know that passing the ball to that place was intuitive, then being able to pass it accurately had nothing to do with intuition, and it was a test of his own skills. He knew how good his passing level was. The ground pass was generally good, but the air ball was not good. He could only blame him for his good luck yesterday.

He didn't have the chance to try again during the game, and he didn't know if he could pass such a wonderful ball again.

However, he did experience the benefits of ball control practice during the game. Faced with the No. 14 close-fitting pressing and interference, his control of the ball has been greatly enhanced, and he can control the ball while observing the situation on the court. In the confrontation, he is more confident in controlling the ball. This is just the result of just starting to practice. Will it be better if he practices for many years?

So Chu Zhongtian now comes to school with football from his residence, which makes Yang Yang unable to walk with him. Yang Yang takes three stops to the school every day, while Chu Zhongtian slowly runs on the road with the ball. That day, he runs from Duns Bar to Kings Ranch and experiences another feeling - physical energy consumes a lot of control of the ball, which is much more difficult than simple ball control practice. When people are tired, they will feel that they can't move their legs even if they simply run, let alone carry a foot with them.

A football. He should be careful not to kick the football too far, so that he will lose control of the ball. He can't say where the football will roll. He must speed up to chase the ball, which will consume more physical strength. If he uses too light force and is too cautious, the football will be too close to his feet, which will easily trip him. Not only will he lose control of the ball, he will also have to fall and chew on the shit. On the street, falling in front of so many people is not a good experience. Moreover, forcibly reducing his speed to dribble the ball is actually more physically exhausting.

Chu Zhongtian bid farewell to two new friends whom he met because of football, threw the football on the ground, and used the strange rhythm in the eyes of Kenny and Philip to jog out of the campus with the football.

Kenny looked at Chu Zhongtian's back and learned to do it himself.

Two steps are deducted and two steps are diverted.

He stood up and asked Philip beside him: "It's just that. Can you really pass such a ball? This is too simple. Do you still need to practice?"

Philip said very profoundly: "The simpler the more important it is. You don't know this? No wonder you can only play on Sunday league!"

Kenny reached out and kept doing Zhang He's movements in front of Philip, which was a gesture that meant that he was talking too much. "You can't be much better, a regular substitute in Sunday League!"

※※※ Chu Zhongtian heard about the result of this game when he was working at the Duns Bar at night.

0:0, missing Russell, Borger shook hands with his own Wimbledon on the road with the team. This was the team's first draw since its establishment, and it could be regarded as "historical significance".

According to Old Bente, without the three of them, Eames mainly tied the away game, so this result is not disappointing. But for the fans, they still hope to see a victory, especially after just experiencing a 3:1 game, everyone's emotions were mobilized.

"You are gone on the court, and I suddenly feel that I have less fun, Chu..." Finally, Old Bente raised his glass to Chu Zhongtian and said slightly drunk. "Get another pint of dark beer."

"What are I having fun?" Chu Zhongtian took his cup and asked casually.

"I will look forward to any unexpected performance you can do...such as the passing in the game the day before yesterday...hehe!" Old Bente smiled.

Chu Zhongtian himself was also looking forward to it. He wanted to see if he could make such a pass in the game.

That night, Chu Zhongtian did not see Emily until the bar closed. She just asked Boss John to bring a sentence: "It turns out that it won't work without Chu."

After saying this, Colin John said to Chu Zhongtian with a smile: "Our Princess Duns is very optimistic about you, Chu."

"Ha..." Chu Zhongtian didn't know what to say, so he could only smile.

The next day at school, Chu Zhongtian met Emily. When he saw him, Emily seemed very happy.

"I watched yesterday's game. Without you, we had to invest too much force and energy in defense, and we couldn't attack at all." Emily talked about yesterday's game as soon as she saw him. "It's a pity that you can't go, otherwise we could win two consecutive games... Do you know, since the beginning of the league, six rounds, we have never won two games in a row!"

Chu Zhongtian didn't want the team to lose, but he was still a little proud to find that his role in the team was so important.

"Are you going to Saturday's game, Chu?" Emily asked.

"Of course." Chu Zhongtian said. "I really want to play the game now, I really want to."

Emily laughed.

"I also want to watch you play games." She said to Chu Zhongtian. Then she pointed to the football under Chu Zhongtian's feet. "Did you practice when you were in school?"

Chu Zhongtian nodded.

Emily looked at him for a while before saying, "You are so hardworking, don't you really plan to consider taking professional football?"

Chu Zhongtian shook his head: "I just think if I want to do something, I have to do it seriously. It has nothing to do with professional football, Emily. I just want to complete my studies now and play these three seasons for Wimbledon."

Emily pouted, "It's really disappointing. The thought of us being separated in three years..."

Chu Zhongtian felt funny when he saw her like this: "There is a Chinese saying that there is no banquet that never ends. It means that there is no gathering that will never be separated. Nowadays, technology is so developed, with mobile phones and Internet, if you want to contact us, no matter how far you are, it is not a problem."

Emily shrugged, then raised her hands and patted Chu Zhongtian hard on the shoulders: "I hope you can still remember me after we separate, Chu."

"I don't think I will forget you, Emily." Who will forget the beauty?

Hearing Chu Zhongtian say this, Emily became happy again: "I will not forget you, Chinese boy!"

Then she waved her hand: "Goodbye, Chu. I will cheer you on Saturday's game!"

Chu Zhongtian waved to her and watched her walk into the teaching building.

The three years of studying abroad in the UK are destined to be boring. Because he has football to play, he has met many friends he had never known before. Among these friends, Emily will definitely be the most special one. She studied drama performances. If she could see that familiar and beautiful face on the big screen in the future, it would definitely be a very wonderful feeling... Hey, I know this star! I also worked with her, and we had a good relationship at that time!
Chapter completed!