The players of Wimbledon Athletics, who had finished warming up, were sitting in the simple visiting team locker room at this moment, while their head coach Eames stood on the white area in the middle of the locker room.

Nothing happened, no big hole suddenly appeared under his feet, nor did he suddenly disappear into the room.

"Don't stare at my feet." Eames felt funny. He clearly said that it was a legend, but there were always people who thought it seemed to be true.

"I won't suddenly disappear in front of you. Now take all my thoughts back. Let's talk about the game. First of all, our main strategy in the first half of this game is defense, and we will wait for an opportunity to counterattack if we have the opportunity. Try not to lose the ball, or try to lose the ball as little as possible... and then decide with them in the second half! Now listen, our goal is to win this game."

Eames finally spread his trump card at the last moment.

When he said this, a burst of exclamations rang out in the small locker room.

Win this game?

Beat Chelsea?

Many players looked at each other and saw "unbelievable" in each other's eyes.

We heard it right? An amateur team wants to beat Chelsea? It’s crazy!

Only a few people looked as normal.

After the players were almost surprised, Eames continued: "Actually, I had this idea for a long time. I definitely didn't come here to beat them on a whim. Before I knew who our opponent was, I wanted to win this FA Cup. Will anyone ask why?" Eames glanced around, and no one expressed his doubts.

"Very good, because there is no need to ask why. Ask why you want to win? That's a stupid idea! Why you want to win? Because we are players, we are born to pursue victory! Does anyone of you play football to lose?" Eames asked.

"No, you won't admit it now. But your previous performance was telling me clearly - it doesn't matter if you lose the game!"

Eames' voice became louder. In the eyes of the players, their boss seemed to be getting angry.

It's not like Eames is just getting angry now. For half a month, he had been careful, afraid of adding pressure and burden to the players. But there is always a day when the score is settled, and the game is coming. If he doesn't tell the team his thoughts, the team will not be able to operate as he imagined.

He had been furious for half a month and finally found a hole in his vent.

"Did you forget what team we are? We are Wimbledon!! Our predecessor was Wimbledon, who dared to spit at Anfield and grab the Liverpool championship at Wembley! What did they call us at that time?" Eames put his hands on his hips and asked his players, "Go crazy!!!"

He yelled.

"Do you think they called us "Mad Gang" just because we are rough and often foul? There are countless teams in England that are even more rough than us. Why are we the only one called "Mad Gang"? Let me uncover this mystery for you now-" Eames opened his arms and looked around. "As Wimbledon fans, you must know the name Dave Bassett, right?"

Everyone nodded one after another.

That is the number one legend in Wimbledon's football history. Wimbledon only had such a brilliant time, which began with his hands. It was him who led Wimbledon from an unknown little man to a top league team famous in the League One.

Although he did not lead the team to the FA Cup in 1988, all Wimbledon fans believe that the reason why the team was able to create a dragon-slaying miracle at Wembley was entirely due to the meritorious coach's contribution.

Dave Barset was once a Wimbledon player. He was funny and humorous. I'm afraid few people could associate him with words like "crazy gang" and "crazy asylum", but in his hands, "crazy gang" was born.

Some people think that Wimbledon is called the "crazy gang" because they are rough, often foul, and rude, like a group of unreasonable madmen.

But in fact, Bassett has a different view on this.

"Now let me tell you why we were called the 'crazy gang' at that time!" Eames waved. "That's because we have a spirit - the crazy gang spirit! What is the 'crazy gang spirit'? The crazy gang spirit is an 'never-talking attitude'!! This attitude makes us dare to challenge opponents who are much stronger than us and create miracles many times! But look at you now..." He pointed at the players and shook his head.

"Do you think you have defeated the moving Milton Keynes as the successor of the 'Mad Gang'? No! It's still far away! Milton Keynes doesn't want to inherit the 'Mad Gang' mantra, and you are not qualified yet! In our team, there are no more than five people who are qualified to be called 'Mad Gang players'." He opened his palm and showed it to everyone.

Joe Xilin straightened his chest. He felt quite lucky. If it weren't for the draw of Chelsea, he wouldn't have been on the list of "qualified to be called a 'crazy player'".

Everyone glanced at Chu Zhongtian at the same time.

Because until now, Chu and Xilin look the most motivated are Chu and Xilin.

"The victory of the last game made you feel so happy, but this game made you all reveal your true colors! The real "crazy gang" will not be afraid and give up in advance because the opponent is many times stronger than them! Nothing like "even if you win or lose"! On May 14, 1988, when we walked into the Wembley Stadium, the whole world said that we will definitely lose, and the championship belongs to Liverpool. But what is the result? "crazy gang" doesn't know what "crazy gang" means to "give up in advance"! I tell you, the people in the crazy gang have never bowed their heads to others! People in the crazy gang will never admit defeat when they die!!"

Every time these last few words were said, Eames waved his fist hard, and seeing his gritting teeth seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He took a breath a little, and there was only his heavy breathing in the locker room for a moment, and all the players remained silent.

"How is Chelsea? What's the difference between now and that game 14 years ago? The whole world is not optimistic about us winning. They think that it's a huge victory for us to get to this point. We should thank God for being able to play against Chelsea... Sadly, some of my players think so. For the bookmakers, the odds we have to beat Chelsea in this game are 500! Do you also think that the probability of us being able to beat Chelsea is only 500?"

"Do you really want to be a 'crazy gang' player? Do you really think you are the one who best represents Wimbledon football? Very good, there is such a chance now!" Eames pointed to the locker room gate and said. "Beating Chelsea, you are more fearless on the court, and prove to all England that you are really the one who inherited the 'crazy gang' title, rather than a group of cowards wearing the 'wimbledon' robes! This time it is a real test. What is the ability to defeat that Milton Keynes? You must fight with powerful opponents to reflect our value as a 'crazy gang'!"

Some people were excited by what Eames said, and some of them stood up suddenly.

Everyone turned their heads and found out that they were Chu Zhongtian, the only "foreign aid" in the team.

Chu Zhongtian stood up as a conditioned reflex because he was too excited. But when he stood up and was stared at him by everyone, he felt that he could not just sit down, otherwise it would be too embarrassing... Eames also looked at him: "Are you going to say something, Chu?"

"Uh..." Chu Zhongtian scratched his head. He looked at his teammates in the locker room. Everyone was looking at him. Qiao Xilin was still blinking at him, as if he was encouraging him.

"Yes, boss, I have something to say to everyone." Chu Zhongtian mustered up the courage to say.

In the past, he was relatively silent in the locker room because it was not him who was responsible for managing the locker room, but Captain Kevin Cooper, and it was not who was responsible for mediating the atmosphere in the locker room. This work was conducted by Joe Shilin and Gavin Borger. He was always silent and did his own duties silently.

This is the first time he has spoken in front of everyone before the game.

"I don't know how everyone thinks of this game, but I want to win." Chu Zhongtian spread his hands, "I know the opponent is very strong, and at their home court, more than two-thirds of the people are their supporters. But I want to try it. The game has not started yet, and I don't want to give up. Uh..." Chu Zhongtian scratched his head again, "I'm done."

After saying that, he looked at everyone and received no response, so he sat down again, wondering if his first public speech was screwed up? He didn't seem to be as passionate as the boss said, too dull, right?

Eames clapped his face, but he was not applauding Chu Zhongtian, he was reminding everyone that it was time to appear.

Qiao Xilin stood up and pulled Chu Zhongtian up: "I believe they were just a little unable to adapt because they saw you speak so proactively in public for the first time. They did a good job, man."

Andy Sullivan patted Chu Zhongtian on the shoulder from the other side: "Well, I want to win too. Let's work together!"

When Chu Zhongtian was walking towards the corridor, Gavin Borger looked around and leaned forward.

"Hey, I said... Of course I don't want to lose, but the gap in strength is there. Even if we work hard, we will only lose better at most, right?" He obviously wanted to make some excuses for himself, because he was scolded by the boss just now - Eames didn't name him, but everyone knew who he said.

"How can I know if I don't try it? Even if I try it, I will just 'lose it better' in the end. I don't think there is anything to complain about, right?" Chu Zhongtian turned his head and looked at him and said.

"Uh..." Borge was speechless by Chu Zhongtian's question.

※※※The players all ran out of the locker room, and Eames and Ingrich stayed.

Looking at the locker room that became empty in the blink of an eye, Eames sighed. "Do you know, Nicky? From the beginning to now, I feel that the only one who is closest to the 'crazy gang' is the one who is closest to the 'crazy gang', and now it's true."

Ingrich nodded, he knew which kid Eames was talking about.

"The words he said just now were also said by Winnie fourteen years ago. Although the tone of them was completely different, I think Winnie and that kid were really similar... Although they were completely different players, they had a strong desire to win. Such people... were born to be leaders."

"He's still a little bit awkward."

"Everyone has a time, take it slowly, I'm looking forward to his future now. Unfortunately..."

"It's a pity that he has only played for the past two years."

Imsmo said nothing.

"Let's go, it's time for us to show up." Ingrich walked to the door and waved to him.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian stood in the corridor, with his teammates in front and behind him, and by his side, less than half a meter away from him were Chelsea players wearing blue jerseys.

Although Boss Eames explained to them what the "crazy spirit" is, when real stars stand in front of them, few people can remain calm.

Everyone wants to look like their opponents and have dignity, but in fact they always turn their attention to the big-name stars who chat with themselves.

They curiously looked at the group of stars who were legendary and earned more money than the entire team. The stars who could only be seen on TV are now standing in front of them, talking casually, and looking much calmer than the Wimbledon Athletics players.

He is indeed a professional player with many battles, and he is indeed different from this group of country bumpkins.

Chu Zhongtian was also looking at Chelsea players, but he was not chasing stars or curious. He was watching who his opponents were in this game.

Many times, the opponent's head coach's plan for this game can be inferred from the starting lineup alone.

The outside world says that although Wimbledon is the biggest dark horse in this cup, it is not too difficult for Chelsea to defeat them. So he wants to see if this is true from the perspective of Chels lineup.

Hasselbaink in, Mutu in, Lampard in, Grønkjær, Joe Cole, Petit, Terry, Huth, Geremi, Babayaro, Cudicini.

These people stood in front of him.

In fact, Chu Zhongtian couldn't tell whether this is a substitute or a main player, because the strength of Chelsea's substitute and the main player is not too far. Abramovich acquired the team last summer and then spent 128 million pounds to buy players everywhere. His generosity allowed West Ham United, Southampton, Sunderland, Blackburn... to survive the financial crisis.

Many of the players he acquired were hot in the transfer market at that time. These people could become undisputed main players in any team they put on. But at Chelsea, they had to start from substitutes.

So Wimbledon is facing a new problem now - even if Chelsea does not pay attention to them and sends a substitute lineup to play, in terms of strength gap, it has not brought the two teams much closer... If the gap between Chelsea's lineup that is fully fought against and Wimbledon is 100 kilometers away, then there should be a distance of 95 kilometers between them and Wimbledon.

It seems that winning is not an easy task.

Chu Zhongtian withdrew his gaze and heard the shouts of fans outside. He raised his head and through the steps, he could see a reporter waiting at the exit directly in front of the team. Going out was a stage that was completely different from before, bigger and wider, but more challenging.

It's actually like a candy box. Before you open the lid, you never know what flavor of fruit candy is contained in it.

Captain Kevin Cooper, who was standing at the front of the team and kept silent, turned around and clapped his hands, reminding his teammates who were busy showing good looks to his opponents: "It's time to play, guys!"

Hearing this sentence, Chu Zhongtian came to his senses and slowly exhaled the air in his chest. Then he walked forward.

With the appearance of the players in front, the noise outside became louder. Every player would get the fans' applause and cheers without hesitation when they ran out.

This is a completely different feeling than the Ninth Division.

Chu Zhongtian stepped onto the stairs.

I have been listening to you, mom. If you ask me to learn painting, I will learn painting. If you ask me to give up football and go to high school, I will go to high school. If you ask me to take the college entrance exam, I will go to university entrance exam. If you ask me to study hard, I will study hard... But this time, please allow me to oppose you once, because this is really something that cannot be given up.

Chu Zhongtian accelerated and ran out.

The cheers, applause, and flashes came to him, almost making him unable to stand his foot.

He ran forward, looked up at the stands around him. He wanted to find Emily and the others, but he found that the Stamford Bridge was too big. At first glance, he could not find the familiar slogans and faces from it.

※※※"It has made the audience wait for a long time, and the players on both sides have appeared!"

Hearing this, Chu Zuo, who was sitting alone in front of the TV, became energetic. He quickly drank a strong tea and stared at the TV. His wife had already gone to the bedroom and said angrily that she wanted to rest early. Now he was the only one in the living room. For the sake of saving electricity, he turned off the lights. The only light source in the living room was the TV screen. In order not to disturb his wife's rest, he also turned the sound very low. If he hadn't wanted to hear how his son was evaluating, he wouldn't have turned on the sound at all.

He saw Chelsea players running out of the field. Beside them, the player wearing yellow jerseys should be Wimbledon Athletics.

He stared at the TV screen, looked carefully, looking forward to his son's appearance. The commentator happily told the audience when introducing the starting list just now that Chu Zhongtian, who is highly anticipated by the Chinese people, is on the starting list.

When he saw the eighth person, the face that was too familiar to him appeared in the camera.

He clenched his fists.

That's his son!

The son on TV is looking around, looking curious.

"Concentrate!" The dad couldn't help but reminded the TV.

It took him a while to realize that this was not the time when he sat on the sidelines watching his son play football... It was the FA Cup, and he and his son were separated from him in the entire Eurasian continent.

Chu Zuosheng, who was concentrating, did not notice that behind him, the bedroom door quietly opened a crack, and there were eyes reflected in the gap, reflecting the light emitted by the TV screen...
Chapter completed!