When Wimbledon fans saw Borger receive the pass from Chu Zhongtian, they couldn't wait to cheer. Qiao Xilin scored the ball just to make their cheers louder.

Nearly two thousand Wimbledon fans burst into cheers that were comparable to the Premier League.

Amid the deafening shouts, Eames stood up and applauded the goal: "So beautiful! That long pass..."

"I think Chu is a bit rude. He used too much force, and the blog almost didn't receive the ball, or it couldn't control it even if it barely received it. Fortunately, the blog's skills are very good." Ingrich, who was also applauding around him, had different opinions.

"Why don't you think about it? It is because the person who catches the ball is a blog that Chu Cai passes this way? This ball has brought the blog's speed advantage to the extreme. In my opinion, the best pass should be like this - being able to fully utilize the receiver's advantages and conceal his weakness. The passer is not only passing the football out of the game, but also completing the task. He has to consider the next move, or even the next few moves for his teammates. If he has the ability, he also has to consider the running position and movements of the whole team after the ball is passed out, how can he maximize the benefits..."

Ingrich looked at Eames with a silly look.

Seeing his strange expression, Eames hurriedly stopped and touched his face: "Is there anything on my face?"

Ingrich withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "No. I'm just wondering if your request is too high for Chu..."

Eames also found that he was too devoted. The person who forgot to give an example was Chu Zhongtian. It was already amazing to be able to pass the ball just now in the game, and he could only perform so well occasionally. As for controlling the rhythm and offensive direction of the team, this kind of work is too far away for him now.

But he said harshly: "It's difficult for him to do now, but it doesn't mean it's difficult to do in the future. Who knows what will happen to him in the future?"

"From the future?" Hearing this word, Ingrich simply laughed, "He is an international student, and he will graduate from now on. After graduation, he will leave the team and here. I think no matter where he will be, he will never continue playing football."

If you ask why Ingrich is so sure, it is because Chu Zhongtian does not participate in any mid-week competition. If there were classes that could not be opened on the afternoon of the training session, he would not be able to participate. Therefore, Ingrich had long known that Chu Zhongtian did not intend to play football as a career. In fact, Ingrich had a little objection to Chu Zhongtian because he missed a lot of training and mid-week competitions.

Not to mention Chu Zhongtian, how many people in this team are planning to make a living with football as their main profession? Everyone signs part-time contracts. Many people have their own jobs and careers, and playing football is really just part-time. Some people have "part-time" who have no other jobs except this job - they sign part-time contracts with the club, not because it is really part-time for them, but now Wimbledon Athletic Club does not have the qualifications to sign professional contracts with the players, and they are not a professional football club themselves.

There are probably only a few people who really plan to make a living by playing football. If the team really upgrades like a Rocket, then 90% of these people will be replaced and they will leave the team. Wimbledon Athletics will introduce some players who are stronger than them and can participate in the game stably. Those players may be professional players who make a living by playing football.

Of course Eames knew this, but he just shrugged: "Who knows what will happen in the future?"

※※※Ems and Ingrich were arguing over Chu Zhongtian's future, and Emily in the stands was not as long as possible. After seeing Chu Zhongtian's long pass being stopped by Borger, she cheered loudly.

There are so many Wimbledon fans in the stands now, and only she understands the best thing about Chu Zhongtian’s kick just now.

That was the ninety days without any storm in three months. Every day, the training was endless, the heat was endured, the wind and rain were beaten, and the torture of high-intensity training was tormented, just for this moment!

In order to be able to pass such a ball on the court, he kept honing himself, never complained in the face of Russell's harsh training requirements, and never called him tired or bitter.

After Qiao Xilin scored the ball, she stopped cheering, but just stood there and applauded constantly, with a faint smile on her face.

Chu must be the happiest, right?

※※※ Chu Zhongtian was really happy. After seeing the football being stopped steadily by Borger, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and roared: "Beautiful!" He was not saying that Borger stopped beautifully, but praised his passing. After going out, he felt that he could pass it. After he really passed it, he still couldn't suppress his excitement and excitement. This was a very fulfilling thing, and he succeeded.

He realized that no day was wasted for his three months of storms and rain. Such passes will become more and more in the future! Now Chu Zhongtian feels that using passes to organize a successful attack is more fulfilling than using tackles to destroy the opponent's attack.

After Qiao Xilin scored the ball into the goal, he rushed to Borge who passed the ball to him.

Chu Zhongtian also rushed up excitedly, but halfway through, he was hugged by Kevin Cooper and said, "Well, Chu! This ball is difficult."

Chu Zhongtian smiled and said to him: "It's better to answer the blog."

"Don't be humble, is this your Chinese habit? You both have made contributions, but I want me to say you are a little bigger than him." Cooper exerted force in his hand and completely hugged Chu Zhongtian to his side.

A large group of teammates rushed over and wrapped them in, then brought Joe Xilin and Borge in. They surrounded them and hugged each other to celebrate the goal.

After everyone dispersed, Borge ran to Chu Zhongtian and complained to him: "How did you pass this ball? If it weren't for my choice to stop this ball with a spike, I'd probably have gone out of bounds with it!"

"Didn't you get rid of the opponent's players who have been following you?" Chu Zhongtian shrugged. He didn't feel that he had passed the ball too much at that time and almost made a mistake. He planned this at the beginning. Only by trying to pass quickly and far can Borger give full play to his speed advantage, otherwise it would be of no help to him. The best way to get rid of a hunting dog-like opponent is to suddenly change the rhythm in high-speed sports. Just like Borger just now, he suddenly dunked the football during high-speed running and then stopped and changed direction, which was completely beyond the opponent's expectations, so it was natural for the opponent's player to be thrown out of the court.

"That's because I'm fast and good at skill!" Borger was annoyed when he talked about this - if I hadn't been fast and good at skill, this offensive opportunity would have been wasted! Are you embarrassed to mention this matter to me?

Chu Zhongtian laughed: "Look, it's because of your fast speed and good skills that I can pass such a ball. I did a good job, blog." He patted Borge on the shoulder and accelerated and ran back to his half.

Borger didn't react for a moment. He stood there, thinking about the question of "Is it because of his fast speed and good skills Chu Zhongtian's ability to pass such a ball, or is it because of his fast speed and good skills and good skills to receive such a ball." Fortunately, he is not a computer, otherwise he would have fallen into a vicious cycle.

"Blog, it's back!" Captain Kevin Cooper waved to him.

He responded before running back to his position, then turned his head to look at Chu Zhongtian standing behind the middle circle. The Chinese boy seemed to be slowly becoming different, and the image he had seen for the first time gradually deprived him of. That afternoon, the football field of Wimbledon Art School was far away from them, and he could hardly remember everything he had done back then.

It's really hard to imagine that this is the Chinese boy who was fooled by him and Russell at that time.

Russell has said goodbye to football due to injury. How long can he continue to play like this?

And what about that Chinese boy?

※※ Wimbledon's second goal was like a heavy punch hit Thurlock's chin. Their previous strong fighting spirit and fierce offensive disappeared with this goal.

When Wimbledon scored two of them at his home court three days ago, they could think that it was caused by the home advantage and the shouts of more than 3,000 home fans. What about now?

On their court, two more goals were scored by the same opponent. How do you explain it?

coincide?

Well, whether the opponent is lucky or not, it is a fact that they are two goals behind, a cruel fact.

The head coach was very dissatisfied with the team's performance off the court, but he did not come up with any way to change all this except scolding. If he could do it, his team would not have fallen into the relegation zone just over two months after the league began.

After seeing this scene, Eames smiled at Ingrich beside him and said, "Now I am sure we can go to the FA Cup and go as the Ninth Division team."

After saying that, he stood up.

"Don't underestimate the enemy." Ingrich frowned and reminded him.

"Understanding the enemy and confidence are completely different things." Eames replied, then walked to the sidelines and rushed into the field and shouted: "Two goals are not enough! Don't stop if you can score more!"

※※※The home team Thurlock felt uncomfortable in the final game. On the one hand, they had to score at least two goals, and on the other hand, they had to be wary of Wimbledon's quick counterattack. They could not concede the ball anymore. If they continued to concede the ball, they would have to increase the ball. This is a double burden. How can they take into account both the beginning and the end? If they focus on defense, they would not be able to attack with all their might. If they could not attack with all their might, they would not be able to equalize the score. If they could not equalize the score, they would not be able to retain a glimmer of hope for advancing to the main game. If they focused on attack, they would not be able to ensure the safety of the goal. If they could not be able to ensure the safety of the goal, they might be able to concede the ball again. If they lost the ball again, they would not be able to equalize the score. If they could not equalize the score, they would not be able to advance to the main game.

No matter which path they take, the result will be the same - they can't advance to the main competition.

This is a reality that makes all Thurlock players and fans feel very painful.

In the end, Thurlock chose a tragic offense - although the offense might be scored by Wimbledon again, if they don't attack, there would be no hope at all.

Their unremitting efforts received "slight" rewards. In the 77th minute, Thurlock used the relaxation of the Wimbledon Athletic players to score a goal in the chaos, but that ball was useless. Because before they scored, Wimbledon scored another goal - know why Wimbledon Athletic players relaxed?

The two sides are still apart from two goals, and there is not much time left before the end of the game.

In the following time, Eames did not ask the team to shrink its defense, but continued to insist on counterattack tactics, even if they could not score the ball, they would harass Thurlock's defense line, making it impossible for them to put a big push.

As time passed, the score was still 3:1, Wimbledon led the way, and the Wimbledon fans in the stands were already starting to sing and dance restlessly.

"Main competition! Main competition! We are going to participate in the FA Cup! Oulala!!"

Such singing sounds were really harsh to Thurlock players and fans... I sent my opponent to the main game at home, but I was eliminated.

The fans of Thurlock felt even more ashamed. Just before the game started, they had ridiculed Wimbledon for overestimating their abilities and wanted to enter the main competition? Do we really think that Thurlock is a decoration?

Now they did not become decorations, but turned into a coffee table, filled with cups of utensils (tragedy)... Is there anything more tragic in the world than this?

When the referee finally blew the whistle to the end of the game, Wimbledon's substitute players who had been waiting outside the court rushed into the court and surrounded the exhausted eleven people on the court.

"Long live! Long live!" They shouted the slogan of victory, "We have advanced to the main competition!"

Head coach Eames and colleagues from the coaching staff hugged each other to celebrate the major victory.

Not only them, in the stands, all the Wimbledon fans hugged each other.

After embracing each other, Charles Philip and Joseph Kenny's first reaction was to look for Emily. It was a big joy to be able to hug Emily... As a result, when he turned his head, he saw Colleen John, the owner of the Wimbledon bar, hugging Emily and cheering.

The two of them looked at each other and found that they were probably not the fat boss's opponents together, so they gave up the "evil thought" of taking advantage and cheered again.

"Long live, Wimbledon! Long live, crazy gang!!"

The two thousand Wimbledon fans burst into great cheers, and the Southern Passage Stadium became the home court of Wimbledon Athletics at this moment.

Chris Stewart, the first president of the Wimbledon Athletic Club and his financial director Eric Samuelson were among the crazy fans, the two of them were not as excited as the others to watch the group of players in the field.

"When you shouted those words at King's Ranch last year, can you think of today, Chris?" Samuelson asked Stewart standing beside him.

"I really didn't expect that I didn't dare to dream like this..." Stewart shook his head and murmured. "We changed our form to return to the top league."

"Main match, hehe, FA Cup match!" Samuelson clenched his fists, "TV broadcast, ticket revenue, our budget for this season is not to be tight! Great, I love these young men!"

"Ha, you are so competent!" Stewart laughed. Eric did not forget his budget until then. In fact, he always felt that Samuelson was more suitable to lead the club than himself. He was a pure fan, but not a business talent. His biggest wish was to stand in the stand behind the goal and cheer for Wimbledon, rather than busy dealing with a lot of documents every day, contacting and socializing with all kinds of people.

Perhaps, when this season is over, he will consider formally handing over the position of chairman to Samuelson... Wimbledon Athletics needs greater development, so the guy who is the captain must be Eric Samuelson.

※※※"Everything is wonderful, but there is a little media..." Joe Xilin, who scored twice in this game, looked at the reporters surrounding head coach Eames and complained.

"Want more media?" Kevin Cooper patted his head next to him, "Simple. Try to enter the third round!"

The first two rounds of the FA Cup are teams in the League B and League C. These two leagues are just like the amateur league, and there is no one interested in them. Only when the third round of the main game is in, the Premier League teams and League A teams will join, the media will flock to you. If they are lucky enough to draw the Premier League giants Manchester United and they will go on TV, it will be broadcast live in England! By then, the media in the whole of England will flock to report on the match between them and the giants. Whether they lose or lose or win, they will become famous. At that time, they can still see how luxurious the five-star old Trafford Stadium locker room is. I heard that there is a hot water jacuzzi? There is also a warm room... Oh my God, these things are simply something that Wimbledon players in the League Ninth League would never have imagined! As long as they can reach the third round of the FA Cup, all this may become a reality!

"The third round... sounds so far away..." someone sighed.

"Haha! What are you afraid of? We have made it through all four rounds of qualifying matches, but we are still afraid of two rounds of main matches? English-Britain, what are English-C?" Gavin Borger shouted excitedly.

After entering the main game, many people in the team were full of confidence, and it seemed that nothing in the world could stop them. Therefore, he easily received the support of most of his teammates.

"That's right, right! The third round of the target competition!!" Someone waved his fist and pointed it at the sky.

"Target Round 3!!" More people waved their fists into the sky.

Chu Zhongtian was also among them. He raised his fists and shouted with his teammates at the top of his lungs.

His student career has never been as dazzling as it is now.
Chapter completed!