"I may not pass the ball to you. It depends on the timing of the pass and the position of the opponent's players. But you still have to run, otherwise there will be no chance. This offensive opportunity is very important because we don't have much time to control the ball, so I have to make good use of it."

After saying this, Chu Zhongtian looked at the captain Kevin Cooper who was standing slowly walking towards the middle circle.

"I don't know how many people think we can still win now, but I haven't given up yet." He talked to his two companions. "I still want to win, where are you?"

"I still want to win!" Xilin said.

"Me too."

"Okay, let's go!"

The three men quickly separated and they couldn't get together for too long because Kevin Cooper was still waiting for Joe Xilin to come and kick off.

When Joe Xilin was standing in the middle circle to kick off, he heard Kevin Cooper standing opposite him ask, "What did Chu ask you to go over and say?"

"Uh..." Xilin didn't expect the captain to be interested in this, so he answered honestly, "He said he still wants to win and planned to try a counterattack..."

Kevin Cooper nodded: "Can I help me?"

"He'll help him get the attention of the defensive...I think he needs some time to control the ball."

"Okay." Cooper responded.

※※※When Xilin was talking to Cooper about Chu Zhongtian’s plan, Chu Zhongtian was pulling his midfield partner Sidwell and told him: “After we kick off the ball later, you follow me, Li.”

"No problem." Since the head coach asked Chu to be the core, then naturally everything on the field was listened to him, Sidwell nodded.

"But what are you going to do, Chu?"

Chu Zhongtian pointed to Chelsea's goal: "I plan to fight back!"

"The boss said that we would defend the first half and win less..." Sidwell was startled.

"Don't worry about that..." Chu looked in front of him, and was already preparing to kick off. He didn't have time to explain in detail to Sidwell. He pushed Sidwell, turned around and ran forward, ready to catch the ball.

"Help."

Sidwell turned his head and glanced at the head coach sitting below, then nodded: "Okay, but if you lose the ball, it's better to foul it on the spot, don't let them fight back... There's nowhere behind us."

Chu Zhongtian gave him a thumbs up and said that he had heard it.

※※※"Ha! Look at what I'm right? It's easy for Chelsea to score a goal. After all, the strength of the two teams is too different! I admire Wimbledon's courage, but they met Chelsea, which is not comparable to those opponents they met before." Chris Price was very happy because the facts proved the correctness of his point of view. Wimbledon's competition is simply not worth mentioning.

"Maybe you are still missing the FA Cup in 1972, John. But the fact is that since the founding of the Premier League, the huge gap brought by huge amounts of money has made such a story of defeating the strong by weak and becoming farther and farther away from us now, and such a story is almost impossible to re-stage..."

Although Motson admitted that Price was right, money invaded the game in an all-round way, making the strong team stronger, the weaker team weaker, and the gap between the rich and the poor further widened, and it would be difficult for those small teams to shake the status of the strong team in all aspects, he just felt unhappy - football should not only be money and stars, and should not rely solely on the number of stars and weekly salary of the two teams to measure the results of the game.

Football always has something different. At some point, it can make you feel excited inadvertently... When you jump up from the seat and wave your arms to cheer, you will definitely not have the boring idea of ​​"This player earns 100,000 per week" in your mind. You will only think - "God, it's so fucking beautiful!"

"The game is starting over, let's wait and see, Chris," he said.
Chapter completed!