Captain Kevin Cooper won when he was guessing the coin, so Wimbledon won the right to pick the side and the kick-off was given to Chelsea.

They can't use their tactics against Nords to take the lead.

It seems that the tactics of defending first and then counterattacking that head coach Eames arranged for them are correct. If an amateur team wants to attack Chelsea, it is like a mantis waving his arms to the Elephant - it will definitely die miserably.

Chu Zhongtian turned around and shouted to his teammates behind him: "Pay attention to defense!!"

Then he heard the referee blew the whistle at the beginning of the game.

※※※ "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, and spectators. This FA Cup game has finally begun! First of all, Chelsea serves. How long will it take for them to break through the Wimbledon Athletics? Ha, kidding! The Wimbledon Athletics in front of Chelsea is not an ordinary amateur team!" The person in charge of commenting on this game was John Motterson. This time he took the initiative to comment on this game. However, the person he partnered with was not Stuart Pierce, but Chris Price, a football reporter and commentator of BBC TV.

"I don't agree with you, John." Price expressed his position as soon as he came up - he was not optimistic about Wimbledon. "I admit that they did a good job in the last round and overturned a League One team. But we must also see that Wimbledon's bad form has lasted for a long time, but it just made Wimbledon meet. In addition, due to the financial crisis, rumors about Wimbledon's transfers are flying everywhere, and they have no intention of playing games. What's more, we must also pay attention to the historical origins between these two teams. When encountering such an opponent can greatly boost the morale of Wimbledon's players, just like a derby battle. The side that is not strong can often create miracles. So I am not surprised that Wimbledon can defeat Wimbledon. But it is almost impossible to defeat Chelsea."

"Are you so sure?" John Motson asked with a smile.

"Obviously, I think they can at most cause some trouble for Chelsea, which is good." Chris Price nodded seriously and said firmly.

※※※At the same time, in China, the sports stations of various local satellite TV stations are broadcasting the game live, and almost all receivers believe that Wimbledon is impossible to defeat Chelsea. They have been required to comment on the game fairly for a long time and cannot have obvious personal emotional tendencies, so they are all too rational.

"Although we all hope that Chu Zhongtian can perform well, we still need to remind the majority of TV viewers that the league level between Wimbledon and Chelsea is a full eight-level difference. Chu Zhongtian is just an amateur international student, and his opponent is a professional player with tens of thousands of pounds a week." Look, he has begun to lay the groundwork for failure. When failure really comes, they can say: This result is already within my expectations.

"We can't put too much pressure on Chu Zhongtian." This old man never thought about how they could put pressure on Chu Zhongtian who was far away in the UK.

"It's enough to perform normally, just play with your level and style. It's mainly to learn England's advanced football skills and tactics..." Chinese TV viewers heard calluses in their ears.

"Even if Wimbledon and Chu Zhongtian lose in this game, it's no big deal. It's already amazing that they can stand in front of Chelsea. We can't expect too much... For Chinese football, having a player who has scored goals in the FA Cup is enough to be proud. We must recognize the gap in reality..." This is to comfort the Chinese fans who stayed up late to watch the game in advance, so as not to be too disappointed if they lose the game in the end...a multi-human commentator.

Only the commentator of Sichuan TV may be because of his fellow villagers, and his emotional tendency is very obvious: "Let's cheer for our fellow villagers together! I hope Chu Zhongtian can perform well in today's game! The game has begun now! Chelsea launched an attack, and it is Lampard who gets the ball. We are introducing to you the starting list of both sides today, first of all, Chelsea..."

While the commentator was lowering his head and thinking about the starting lineup, Lampard had already passed the ball to the frontcourt on the TV screen and planned to hand it over to Mutu.

Mutu turned around and stopped, stuck in his position, intending to compete for the top. The person who competed for the position with him was Chu Zhongtian!

Beckham of Romania leaned against Chu Zhongtian and planned to catch the ball with his chest. He did not care about the amateur player behind him at all.

How could Chu Zhongtian make him get what he wants? As soon as the other party leaned his body, he jumped up!

When Mutu found that there was no object behind him, Chu Zhongtian had already jumped into the air. He felt a gloomy head... He looked up and saw the amateur player standing directly above him, poking forward, and pushing the flying football back!

"Beautiful!!" When the commentator was still reading the list, the commentators around him were already howling excitedly.

"Beautiful header!!"

In the studio of Sichuan TV, the commentator was startled and saw the guests beside him clenching their fists excitedly, staring at the TV screen and yelling.

He turned his head to look at the TV screen again, only to see that the football had been pushed out, and Chu Zhongtian fell down and pressed Mutu.

The referee's whistle sounded.

※※※ "Is I foul?" Mutu felt very wronged, and pointed at himself and asked the referee repeatedly.

The referee nodded and shrugged, indicating that he had just fought against someone below.

Mutu glanced at Chu Zhongtian who had climbed up from the ground incredibly, and said in his heart: I'm fucking resisting people? Is this kid jumping too high, okay? Even if I want to resist, I have to be able to resist him!

But he knew that these things were impossible to explain to the referee clearly. He didn't suffer any losses anyway, so forget it.

So he shook his head and ran back.

Li Sidwell ran up to check Chu Zhongtian's condition. He had just fallen vertically from the air that was almost one person high... "How is it? Are you hurt?"

Chu Zhongtian shook his head: "Fortunately there is a human flesh cushion underneath." He was referring to Mutu, who just fell down and pressed on Mutu.

"Ha!" Sidwell was amused by his statement. "Good job, Chu, we got the ball possession!"

"Very good." Chu Zhongtian nodded, "How do we attack?"

Sidwell patted him: "You are responsible for this matter, Chu."

Chu Zhongtian suddenly reacted - yes, today he is the core of the team's field, and he is responsible for offense and defense.

"Okay, let's test it..." Chu Zhongtian looked at the Chelsea defense line ahead. John Terry and German central defender Hut were very conspicuous. They were both tall and had excellent headers. "Don't kick forward if you take a free kick later, pass it to me."

He ordered, and ran aside.

※※※ "Chu's defense was very successful and caused Mutu's foul." Motson said, "He was not affected by the opponent at all. Even when facing Chelsea, his performance was normal. I can't tell whether he was nervous from his face."

Since watching the last game, he has paid special attention to this Chinese boy.

"I think the referee's penalty is worth discussing... Mutu's ball should not be a foul. He did not take the initiative to push the man below." Price came out to sing a counter-tune with Motson. Motson didn't care. Only such a commentary can make a point.

Seeing his son leaping high and pushing the football in the air out, Chu Zuosheng couldn't help but clench his fists and scream, but soon he covered his mouth again and turned to look at the bedroom. The door was closed tightly and there was no sound. He then felt relieved and continued to turn around to watch the game.

When he turned his head back, the door behind him opened a crack again...※※※ "Chu's performance is normal... No, or very excellent!" Boss John in the stand exclaimed. "He was not nervous or abnormal in such a game, and his psychological quality is really good!"

"He's born for big scenes, ha!" his classmate Charles Philip shouted excitedly. "I know!"

"Are we going to sing? Uncle John?" Emily asked. She wanted to see Chu Zhongtian's reaction when she heard the song, and she couldn't wait.

"No, Emily." Boss John shook his head, "It's not time yet...you know, what you came out at the beginning is always not good enough, we have to wait a little longer. He will play better and sing again."

Emily curled her lips, she was a little disappointed. But Uncle John was right. She just started the game and sang for one minute. I guess more people will only find it inexplicable? Emotions are about to be brewed. Within twenty minutes, the fans can't get up. Even if they sing themselves, others will find it strange and will not follow. That would be too small and will not have any effect.

※※The game started again, and Sidwell handed the ball to Chu Zhongtian, who was not far away next to him.

"Chu received the ball," Motterson said.

"Chu Zhongtian received the pass! What will he do next?" Sichuan TV's commentator said excitedly. It seemed that every time Chu Zhongtian touched the ball, it seemed as if he had touched the commentator's g-point, which made him so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Chu Zhongtian received the ball, but he didn't do much next time. He stopped the football, then looked up and observed, and there was no good chance of long passes. Chelsea did underestimate the opponent, which was reflected in his pick-up, but the opponent's defense line was still well organized. Chelsea's defensive players were just instinctively, which made Chu Zhongtian feel that the ball was difficult to pass.

But since no one came up to press, he simply dribbled the ball forward!

Before the game, Eames said that the team's tactic in this game was defensive counterattack. He knew that the counterattack was, but when it was not a counterattack, how would he organize a positional battle?

It is not possible to rely solely on yourself and the forwards and forwards. When you compress the opponent's defense line, you need some fresh force to invest in the battle to distract the opponent's defensive attention, such as the full-back inserting. Do you need to wave your hand to let the full-back press? This can distract the opponent's defensive attention, but it also makes your second half empty. Once the opponent intercepts the ball and then counterattacks... Chu Zhongtian gave up this approach. He just asked Sidwell to press the ball and then pass the ball. He continued to run, looking for a space for catching and passing the ball.

After passing the ball, he moved from behind Sidwell's butt to the other side, and at the same time he was observing the changes in the situation on the field. He saw a gap, but Borger didn't run... It was a pity that even if he forced himself to pass it, he just flew out of the sideline.

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He still wanted to pass the ball and continued to move forward.

It was almost thirty meters ahead of the opponent's area before Chelsea's Lampard rushed up to defend him.

Chu Zhongtian knew that his excellence was not his strength, and Lampard's defensive ability was not weak. So he chose to return the pass very smartly.

Sidwell didn't dare to get the ball too much. After seeing Chu Zhongtian pull it back, he passed the football to him again.

During the several round-trip passes, Chu Zhongtian still did not find a suitable pass route. His players were too rigid in running positions, and Chelsea players could always easily get stuck in the pass route. Did the game just start and no one entered the game?

But football cannot stay under his feet like this. Chelsea players are not fools. No one comes to grab his ball now, which does not mean that no one comes to grab his ball after he has possessed it for more than a minute.

Since there is no way to pass the ball, how should we attack?

Shoot!

A thought emerged in Chu Zhongtian's mind.

Yes, shoot directly!

Chu Zhongtian looked up at the goal. It was about twenty-eight meters away from the goal now... and there was no one around him, no Chelsea players, nor his own players. What else should I do if I don't shoot?

Chu Zhongtian gently knocked the ball forward, then assisted with a run, stepped on his left foot next to the ball, and swung his right foot.

Now he no longer has to recite all the shooting tips in his mind.

Kick the football directly on the instep and exert force on the right leg.

The football flew towards the goal with a bang.

No one present, including those commentators from Britain and China, could have thought that Chu Zhongtian would shoot directly.

Perhaps Kudicini was an exception. He only made a save after seeing the football fly into the penalty area, but it was obvious that it was too late.

The football that Chu Zhongtian shot out was very fast and had a very strong force. Unfortunately, he was slightly off and finally flew out of the stadium while rubbing the crossbar, which shocked the Chelsea fans in the stands and collectively amaze.

"Wow..." Motson was startled by the corner kick, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "It's really sudden... If the shot is within the range of the goal frame, I bet Ku Diqini will definitely have no choice!"

Price next to him wanted to refute it, but when he thought it was the case... The ball speed just now, if it hits within the goal frame, unless it is directly shot on Cudicini, he really can't save it judging from Cudicini's reaction just now... Although he was a little unwilling, Price could only remain silent.

※※※"Ah! Damn..." Eames held his head with both hands and grabbed his hair regretfully. He watched Chu Zhongtian swung his foot and shot. For a moment, he thought the ball had entered, but in the end the football brushed the crossbar and ran over. "It seems that Chu is in good shape today!" After regret, he turned his head and said to the assistant coach Ingrich behind him.

Ingrich had the same position as him - holding his head with both hands, and was also feeling sorry for the ball not going forward.

"I remember you didn't let him shoot at a distance..." Ingrich asked.

"Yes, I didn't. This is completely his own performance, but the effect is very good." Eames nodded, put down his hand, and walked back to the coach's seat.

※※※"Beautiful shot!!" Wimbledon Athletics fans in the stands cheered loudly. Even if there was no goal, Chu Zhongtian's shot still made them feel very excited. At least, Chelsea dare not underestimate them anymore!

"Shot - it's a pity!! I've played a little higher... Oh!" The two commentators from Sichuan Station completely let go. Anyway, they cheered for their fellow villagers, and there's no need to worry that fans would accuse them of taking sides - no matter how many Chelsea fans are, they are still foreign teams. Can they compare to our own Sichuan kids? If someone calls them to question their injustice, he will answer him like this.

"Oh!" Chu Zuosheng, who was sitting in the living room, stomped his feet with the commentator's voice. Then he quickly covered his mouth, held the remote control with one hand, and pressed the mute button. He listened with his ears and didn't notice any abnormal noise in the bedroom behind him, so he turned on the sound again.

"...This is Chu Zhongtian's first shot, and it is also Wimbledon's first shot in this game, and it is also the first shot in this game!" The commentator seemed to have to find out some historical significance for this shot before he gave up.

"He is not nervous at all. The quality of this shot is very high! Did you see? A goalkeeper like Kudicini didn't react!" The commentator continued to praise Chu Zhongtian in the replay of the shot.

※※※Chu Zhongtian looked down at his right foot when he shot. The first shot was so close to the goal. It seemed that he was in good shape today... It turns out that the more people he was, the more excited he became.

However, he raised his head and gestured to Joe Xilin who was running back, shouting: "Damn Jeep, you have to run. Don't stand in the same place, then I can't pass the ball!"

His mission is to organize the offense, and he needs to mobilize the entire team. After all, he cannot defeat Chelsea alone.

Xilin apologized to him: "Sorry, I didn't expect that we could attack so soon..."

Chu Zhongtian clenched his fists at him: "Concentrate, die Jeep. Don't you want to tell them that you are doing well now?"

"Of course I think, but that guy John Terry is very difficult... Well, I will try to get rid of him and pass the ball to me when the time comes!"

Xilin waved his fists at Chu Zhongtian to show his confidence.

When Chu Zhongtian heard his words, he looked up at the Chelsea players. The mantis who looked at the mantis with open arms in front of him, who wanted to stop them from moving forward with a different look, as if he was a little stimulated.

Pass the ball to you then?

Who knows when it will be... "Go back to defend, die Jeep." Chu Zhongtian turned around and ran back.

I hope the next time we attack, the score will be 0:0.
Chapter completed!