Although I had just arrived at Mead Lane Stadium in the morning, there was not a long time between them. However, when Wimbledon's players came to Mead Lane Stadium once, the place had changed a lot.

The small parking lot is full of cars of all sizes, and the alley leading to the stadium gate is filled with people, and it stretches out to the streets outside and the Trent River.

Among the dark crowd, the players also met many crazy fans wearing Wimbledon blue jerseys. This made them very happy. In the away game, you can imagine that they are basically supporters of their opponents. If you can see their supporters at this time, you will become more motivated.

"This is the FA Cup! The real FA Cup!"

Some of the players sighed.

Now, no one in this team except Terry Eames has ever had the experience of participating in the FA Cup. Even a player like Kevin Cooper who has played in many clubs is the first time he has played in the FA Cup.

No one has any experience, so it is probably the biggest problem for this team, not that they are not strong enough.

But perhaps because they have never had the experience of the FA Cup, it sometimes becomes a very important advantage - as the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

They are the newborn calf who is not afraid of anything because of ignorance.

"Hey, didn't you say that it was not correct to broadcast nationwide?" someone exclaimed at a TV broadcast car parked outside the stadium.

"A stupid guy, if you don't broadcast the country, it doesn't mean there is no TV broadcast, it's just that the signal is not right for the country." Someone explained to him. "Or how do you think the game scenes that don't have live broadcasts in the FA Cup highlights come from?"

"Oh, that's it! Then we can still go on TV... I'm full of fighting spirit again!"

A group of people burst into laughter.

※※※Colin John was holding a DVD and was filming the crowded scene outside the Mead Lane Stadium. He was surrounded by a group of old men from the Wimbledon bar, as well as other members of Chu Zhongtian's personal guards - his two classmates, Charles Philip, Joseph Kenny, and Yang Yang, because he made an appointment with his Chinese student friends in Nottingham, so he was not with them. In the crowd, as he slowly walked towards the door, everyone seemed very excited.

"Wow! There are so many people!" Philip shouted excitedly.

"Don't act like a rustic bun, Charles!" Kenny taught a lesson, "We're people who have watched Premier League games!"

"I was just surprised that this game was able to attract so many people to watch the game!" Philip retorted.

The two of them kept fighting, which had long been accustomed to the people of Wimbledon bars. If they stopped fighting one day, people would probably be surprised.

"There are so many people who can come, obviously because they want to show their support when the team is in the most difficult situation." Old Bente pointed to the team opposite the Nordsshire fans.

Everyone knows what happened in Nordsshire, and someone asked: "Can't they set up a fan trust like we did and then acquire Nordsshire?"

"How is that simple?" Old Bente explained, "Nords County is a Class B team, several levels higher than us. The money it takes to acquire such a team is not a small amount, and it also has to accept the club's debts together. There are not many fans trusts who can have the financial resources. We just set up a team ourselves instead of acquiring the ready-made Wimbledon, otherwise we would not have succeeded."

"They look so pitiful..." Kenny shook his head and smacked his tongue.

"Yes, it's really pitiful if they lose their team." Old Bente sighed. This reminded him of the summer a year ago when they also lost a team. Fortunately, they had a fan trust and reorganized a team themselves. This new Wimbledon was blank in the past and the future was blank, but it always brought hope to people, making him feel that they could write something in a blank future.

Not far away, fans of Nordsshire were singing the Nordsshire team songs. They were waving the Nordsshire towels in their hands. The Wimbledon fans saw a familiar slogan in their hands: "Nordsshire, will never stop until death!"

※※※ Chu Zhongtian once again dressed neatly and stepped onto the Nords County stadium. This time he did not adapt to the venue, but warmed up before the game.

He looked up at the stands around. There were already many people sitting there, and many people were looking for their seats compared to the tickets. There were people everywhere in the stands. He saw the square formation of Wimbledon fans at a glance - a piece of blue and yellow is very eye-catching in the middle of the blockbuster black and white. However, he didn't know where Boss John and Lao Yang were. The stands here were larger than the home court of Kings Ranch and any Ninth League team, and were farther away from the stadium. No matter how good Chu Zhongtian's eyes were, he could not find the special ones among the more than 10,000 people.

Retracting his gaze, Chu Zhongtian devoted all his energy to the warm-up. The turf of Nordsshire's home court was not good. Although it was flat, it was still in a bit bumpy place. If the warm-up was not done well, it would be awful to sprain his ankle and sprain his knee during the game.

When Chu Zhongtian and his teammates returned to the locker room again, Eames was waiting for them there.

"I've said tactical things countless times some time ago."

Wimbledon is of course taking a defensive counterattack in this game. He has to push out and play against the opponent in the face of a strong team, which is certainly worthy of respect. But if this team wants to win or have greater ambitions, then attacking against is definitely a stupid choice.

In the case of huge differences in strength, defense is the only way to win. Eames' tactics are very simple and not mysterious at all. It is to stabilize the defense at the beginning of the game, and would rather sacrifice all the attacks for this. We strive to not concede the ball in the first seventy minutes. In this way, as time goes by, the players of Nords will become more and more impatient, and they will press more and more. The defenders will assist and stop going back after they come forward, and there will be a large number of space behind them. At that time, Wimbledon will wait for an opportunity to counterattack and will definitely achieve miraculous results!

So the tone of this game is defense, which can even be said to be "defending" in most cases. Even if you draw, you still have a chance to play again. Then you will be at Kings Ranch and at your home court.

Eams paused and continued: "I just said something that has nothing to do with tactics, but is related to the game. I'm very happy to see that you still maintain high fighting spirit and confidence until now. In fact, people outside think that when we hear that our opponents are Class B teams, we should be scared to death."

Someone among the players laughed.

"It's great that you didn't do this. But I don't want it because you have enough confidence, not proud and underestimate the enemy... Having said that, facing the third-tier league teams is still proud and underestimating the enemy? This is probably the biggest joke of the year, right?"

"We have been preparing for more than two weeks seriously. I have nothing to think about except this game. I hope you are the same. But our opponents may only remember who their opponents are when they wake up this morning. For Nords, we play in the Ninth League, posing no threat at all. From players to coaches, we must think so. This is our opportunity. They will be proud to underestimate the enemy, seize this point, and drag them into the quagmire bit by bit!" Eames clenched his fists and pulled them back.

"They must think we are easy to deal with. What they are thinking now is how to make it to the third round and meet another generous Russian. No, it's not just what they think." Eames shook his head and then pointed out, "The whole world thinks so! Opponents, fans, media! No one is optimistic about you! Fortunately, we still believe in ourselves..." He pointed at himself again.

"Believe that you can create miracles! What is our goal?" He raised his voice and said loudly. "Did you show your face in the main game and go back to your hometown? If so, why did we start those training more than two weeks before this game? If so, we can sit here and listen to music and chat, and you can even continue playing cards! And I, now I will only smile and tell you: 'We are the greatest success, so everyone can play this game casually.' I feel disgusted when I think of myself! Now I am very happy that you didn't let me say such disgusting words."

"They thought we were going to lose, they thought we were just here to visit. Guys, give them some good looks at the game!"

※※※When Chu Zhongtian walked onto the stadium with his head held high, the fans in the stands burst into louder cheers than the cheers he heard at Kings Ranch and any other stadium he had been to. He felt his blood boiling in his blood vessels, half because of the huge cheers now, and half because of the head coach's passionate speech in the locker room.

He is willing to listen to such pre-match mobilization, which is ten million times stronger than the nonsense of "I would like to emphasize to you, if anyone scores a goal, not only will he not have a bonus, but he will also be fined."

The boss's words made him feel that hard training and serious competition were valuable and meaningful.

The competition, start quickly! I can’t wait!

※※※"Look! They are out!" Charles Philip in the stands jumped up and pointed at the player's passage. The players on both sides are lined up to appear. Like him, the other fans in the stands gave similar cheers.

Boss John aimed the dv there, then pushed the camera closer to the camera, locking it on Chu Zhongtian who was walking in the middle of the team.

"No suspense, Chu started the stage." He "interpreted on the spot."

"Wimbledon! Wimbledon!!" The fans of the crazy gangs who came from afar were constantly shouting Wimbledon's team name, and then they began to shout out the names of the players in unison:

"Kevin Cooper—! Gavin Borger—! Andy Sullivan—! Joe Shilin—!"

One by one, they shouted one by one. When it came to Chu Zhongtian, Boss John also shouted: "Chu—!!!!"

The fans of Nords County were also calling their players' names. The voices of both sides rushed from opposite directions like two waves, and then collided hard, causing thousands of waves and rolling up snow. When they shouted Chu Zhongtian's name, they reached a climax.

"Boom--" and nothing really listened to.

※※※When the players of both sides sandwiched the three referees in the middle and stood in a row, the Nordsshire players, as the home team, came up to shake hands with the away team players. They did not show a arrogant look or looked disdainful to their opponents. They looked as usual, and there were even some concerns in their eyebrows. They must not be worried about the outcome of the game, but about the future of the team and their future - if Nordsshire is really forced to disband, where will professional players like them go?

When they knew that they had found that there was a yellow-skinned, dark-haired, and dark-eyed oriental face in their opponent's lineup, they were shocked.

Chu Zhongtian also found that every Nodsshire player who shook hands with him would deliberately slow down, pulling his hand back a few seconds later, and looking at him carefully.

Due to the colonial era, there were a large number of immigrant descendants of India and Pakistani immigrants in the UK. They had seen many South Asians with big noses and beards, but Chu Zhongtian, who looked like East Asian faces, was not common, especially on the football field.

They all went to shake hands with other Wimbledon players, but they didn't forget to look back at Chu Zhongtian. Chu Zhongtian thought to myself, is I just "outstanding"?

After finishing the handshake, the teammates came up to pat Chu Zhongtian on the shoulder and head, and laughed at him. Obviously they were also teasing Chu Zhongtian about this.

Kevin Cooper went up to guess the coins, Chu Zhongtian looked up at the sky, it was gray and gloomy, and there was no difference between picking any side. So he didn't go up to tell the captain which side to choose.

He stepped aside and stood with his teammates, waiting for the result of picking the side. As expected, they saw the camera position on the sidelines and aimed at the stadium from all angles. It seemed that this game would still be broadcast on TV and commentary. If you want to see the heroic postures you used in this game on the TV screen, they can look forward to the highlights of this FA Cup event.

"FA Cup main game!" Gavin Borger suddenly called out, causing everyone to look at him.

"I was a little excited..." Borger clenched his fists, and Chu Zhongtian noticed that his hands were shaking slightly.

"Are you nervous?" he asked casually.

"Nonsense!" Borger seemed to be insulted and stared at Chu Zhongtian with wide eyes. "It's exciting! Excited, do you know? This is one of Russell and I've had a dream at that time. Wearing Wimbledon's jersey to participate in the FA Cup..."

He suddenly couldn't continue talking because it reminded him of his best friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

Russell has left the team, but he is not going to Wiling United, otherwise they might have met him in the FA Cup qualifiers. He went to America thousands of miles away. Chu Zhongtian once heard Bolger say that the guy will never play football again.

"Then work hard even with his part."

Chu Zhongtian placed his hand on Borge's shoulder and pressed it hard.

Kevin Cooper has already returned from picking the side and said to his gathered teammates: "Let's kick off first."

"Yeah!" Joe Xilin clenched his fists and waved it. Seeing that everyone turned to look at him, he explained. "Although the boss said we should let us defend and defend, but I think if we don't have any expression, I'm afraid that the people in Nords will become more and more aggressive and will be unable to stop playing crazy. So we'd better give them some strength and let them know that we are Wimbledon is not easy to mess with! In this way, they can be cautious in the next game. Now we can use this opportunity to take the ball first and use this opportunity to attack with a high-quality attack and threaten their goal. What do you think?"

Kevin Cooper kept nodding when Shilin was speaking, and after he finished speaking, he expressed his opinion: "This is a good idea. Blind defense can only make our opponents more unscrupulous. If we can let them know that we are not easy to mess with, we will be much less pressure in the subsequent games."

"But how do you attack?" asked Li Sidwell.

Everyone looked at Qiao Xilin again.

"Uh..." Qiao Xilin obviously became very erratic, and she didn't think about how to implement it.

"The blog is very fast, and I think the players in Nordsshire must not know this." Andy Sullivan spoke, and everyone looked at him again. "We can take advantage of this. After the kickoff, don't kick the ball directly to the frontcourt. Their people are in their own half. The space is too small, and they may not be able to catch the ball even if they kick it. I suggest passing the ball back layer after the kickoff. Pull the players in Nordsshire. After their formation is pulled apart, there will be a chance, and then pass the football directly into the air. If the blog is speedy, it should be fine."

What he said makes sense and is well organized. Everyone knows what to do and how to do it. But the problem is... "Obviously, the long pass is very important, because it doesn't make sense if the pass is misleading and the pass is big. So who can take on such a task?" Sidwell asked again.

This time everyone looked at each other, and this problem stumped them.

Wimbledon has always lacked a stable long pass expert, who can directly send the ball to the front teammates in the backcourt accurately. So Sullivan's idea looks good, but it can be put on Wimbledon's team, and there is no possibility of actual operation.

The kick-off right is on my own side. Is it impossible to take advantage of the great opportunity of the kick-off goal and launching an attack? Everyone feels a little regretful, but they can't stand here and keep frowning. The other side has already stood there and is waiting for them to kick off.

Lee Sidwell looked at everyone and decided to volunteer. Although his own long pass was not very reliable, it was not as good as it was.

Just as he opened his mouth, another voice sounded, and the content he said was exactly the same as he thought: "I'll pass this kick."

Everyone looked at Chu Zhongtian one after another.

Although he had made several good balls in the game, this was insignificant compared to the time he played. But now there is no time for them to continue to procrastinate. And Borge was also very happy to see Chu Zhongtian stand up: "Yes, I think it's more appropriate to let Chu pass the ball." The reason he supported was that he had a tacit understanding with Chu Zhongtian. He practiced passing with Chu all summer long, and he was the moving target.

Kevin Cooper, as the captain, agreed to the plan and nodded: "Okay, let Chu Lai Chuan that kick, blog, do you know how to run? Run to the empty space, don't just go on the side, if you have free time in the middle, just insert it diagonally!" He made a cut gesture. "But be careful not to offside."

Borger nodded: "I know, Coopers."

"Okay, then everyone will do it. Don't let our opponents wait too much." He gave a thumbs up and pointed behind him.

Everyone laughed heartily and then dispersed.

When Chu Zhongtian stood in the back midfield, the singing of fans from both sides constantly came from the stands of the stadium, stimulating his adrenaline. However, he was trying to calm himself down, because the most important first pass after the kickoff was to be done by him. Since he was self-recommendation, he could not embarrass him. Only by calming down now can he ensure the accuracy of the pass.

But he still felt excited.

The legendary FA Cup, I'm here!
Chapter completed!