While Chelsea fans in the stands were still happy about this goal, the game on the field had already started again.

Kevin Cooper gently knocked the football forward and ran forward by himself. Joe Xilin directly passed the football to Chu Zhongtian outside the middle circle.

Chu Zhongtian looked at the Chelsea players, and with Qiao Xilin's return pass, they also pressed up one after another.

But it was not enough. Chu Zhongtian passed the ball to Sidwell behind him. At the same time, he pointed to the direction of the central defender and told Sidwell: "Pass back!"

Sidwell obediently passed the ball back, and Chu Zhongtian also ran back.

He looked back at Chelsea's movements. Mutu and Hasselbaink both came up, Lampard, Joe Cole, Glenshare, Petit, Babayaro, Gremy... Except for the central defenders, they basically left their previous positions and rushed towards them.

So he waved to ask for the ball.

When Sim Johnston saw the aggressive Chelsea player, he originally planned to drive the ball out with his feet, but he heard Chu Zhongtian calling himself. "Transfer the ball to me, Sim!"

Johnston hesitated for a moment and passed the ball to Chu Zhongtian. After several games of running-in, he was used to handing the ball to the midfielder.

Chu Zhongtian got the ball and turned around. Mutu rushed up. He quickly passed the ball to Sidwell next to him, and then ran forward by himself. Sidwell passed the ball to him, two by one!

Mutu did not continue to chase. He just came up to interfere and did not really intend to intercept the ball. Anyway, it would be better to hand over such an amateur player to his teammates behind him. He should go to the front and wait for another goal.

Haselbaink, who had the same idea as him, was the two forwards who crossed between Chu Zhongtian and Sidwell, just symbolically tried to grab the ball. But Lampard did not come as a show. He rushed to Chu Zhongtian who was holding the ball, rushed over, counterattacked on the spot and launched an attack directly. This is what Lampard thought.

Chu Zhongtian did not pass the ball to Sidwell this time, but instead gave Borger who retreated to meet him. After the pass, he was afraid that Borger would take the ball to meet him, so he ran to him and shouted: "Transfer the ball to me!"

Borger faced Chelsea left-back Babayaro who was rushing up and passed the ball to Chu Zhongtian.

In such a short time, Chu Zhongtian's position moved from the middle circle to the front of the back line and then to the wing. He fully adapted to his core mission, interspersed around the court, and used his own running and passing to sort out the offensive route of Wimbledon Athletics.

When Lampard saw Chu Zhongtian running to the side, he thought for a while and did not continue to force him up. Anyway, there were Pettit and others behind him. He ran back. What should he do if the offense? I'd better wait in the frontcourt. I believe that this offense of Wimbledon will be ended soon.

Chu Zhongtian looked around and saw Sidwell in the middle, Pettit's attention was on him, and he was temporarily unaware of it.

I really look down on myself... He has to sigh so much. As a player who takes the ball, his opponent is so negligent in guarding. Do they really think we are vulnerable after scoring a goal?

Chu Zhongtian thought so, hooked the ball to the inside and took the ball away!

Pettit looked at Chu Zhongtian. Just as he was hesitating to pounce, Sidwell next to him ran forward. When he saw Chu Zhongtian also turned his head to look here, he gave up his plan to pounce Chu Zhongtian and instead followed Sidwell.

Sidwell was just cooperating with Chu Zhongtian, and Chu Zhongtian would not really pass the ball to Sidwell. When he dribbled the ball into Chelsea's penalty area, there was not a single defender!

Joe Shilin and Kevin Cooper raised their hands in front to ask for the ball, making John Terry and Hutt dare not throw them away to defend Chu Zhongtian, while Babayaro and Gremy, the two full-backs, overwhelmed the front and could not come back for a while.

Chu Zhongtian looked up at the situation ahead. He saw Borger and Andy Sullivan running forward, while the full-back who was defending them was also returning to defense. He turned his sight to the middle, and Kevin Cooper and Joe Xilin were both raising their hands to ask for the ball, but his sight passed over them and directly hit the goal behind them.

He suddenly remembered that he had a shot at the beginning and almost went in. It seemed that his shooting condition should be good today... Do you think Cudicini would think of me to make another shot?

Thinking of this, he took the football under his feet forward.

Pettit finally saw something was wrong - Wimbledon's No. 8 had no intention of passing the ball to Sidwell, he wanted to do it himself!

So he decisively gave up Sidwell and rushed to Chu Zhongtian who was holding the ball.

Just as he turned, Chu Zhongtian swung his right leg.

"Oh-what is he going to do? Shoot directly!" Motson shouted.

Chu Zhongtian stared at the right post of the goal. Kudicini was standing on the left position. Seeing him swing his legs, he began to lower his center of gravity and prepare to save the ball.

Chu Zhongtian yelled in his heart: "This ball must be made!!"

Then he kicked the football out!

After using all his strength to shoot the ball, Chu Zhongtian took the opportunity to take off Petit's sliding shovel. In the air, he kept staring at the flying football, and his eyes followed the goal that was stretched forward... and Petit, who had passed by his crotch, turned his head to the goal and looked at the football that was moving away.

Qiao Xilin found that he was on the flight route of the ball, so he lay down in a mess. As soon as he shrank his head, he felt a gust of wind flashing across his head.

Hu--Kudicini made a save move. He made the right direction judgment, stretched out his arm, crossed the air, and rushed towards the incoming ball.

But he was a little slow in his reaction, so the football swept through the goal line first, and then hit the net straight!

※※※Stanford Bridge Stadium, which can accommodate 42,446 people, suddenly became silent at this moment.

Most people haven't reacted yet - our team actually lost the goal?

Another part of the people didn't react - did our team actually score a goal?

The first person to cheer came from the visiting team coach's seat, Wimbledon Athletics head coach Eames rushed to the sidelines, yelling and waving his fists. He was so excited!

"What am I saying? What am I saying? We are going to win the fuck!!"

The commentator of Sichuan TV may be the first person in China to react. They laughed and shouted: "Oh oh oh oh oh!! The ball was scored! Haha! The ball was scored! The goal was Chu Zhongtian! The beautiful long shot! Beautiful!! Beautiful!!! Beautiful!!" Even the Sichuan dialect came out in the end.

Chu Zuosheng in front of the TV was stunned for a moment before jumping up from the sofa with his arms raised. He shouted unscrupulously: "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah--!!"

At this time, he had no idea of ​​"can't disturb my wife's rest" in his mind.

In London, England, the Stamford Bridge Stadium, which had been silent for a few seconds, was already like a boiling pot.

John Motterson shouted excitedly at the microphone: "This is the counterattack of the amateur team! Just one minute behind, the score equalized!! Beautiful long shot! About twenty-five meters! No one went up to defend Chu! Let him shoot calmly, Chelsea paid the price for their arrogance! Beautiful! World wave-!!"

Under his storm, the guest commented on Chris Price, and in fact he didn't know what to say... He just said that Chelsea's victory over Wimbledon Athletics was a matter of course, and it was effortless, but Wimbledon Athletics equalized the score with such a beautiful shot. He felt like he was slapped by the No. 8 player with his foot.

The Wimbledon Athletics fans in the stands have finally come back to their senses - their team has indeed scored the goal, and they have indeed equalized the score. The goal is indeed effective, without any problem!

"Long live!!"

Wimbledon Athletic fans leaped from their seats with their arms raised.

※※After Chu Zhongtian landed on the court, he watched the football fly into the goal, and instead of turning around and running excitedly, he stood there, clenched his fists and pointed at the sky.

While he was still posing, Lee Sidwell, the closest to him, had already rushed up and jumped onto his back.

"Ah—!" He roared in Chu Zhongtian's ear.

Kevin Cooper ran back from the front and hugged Chu Zhongtian head-on. Then came Joe Xilin, Gavin Borger, Andy Sullivan who had climbed up from the ground... and even goalkeeper Andy Bale threw down the goal and ran towards Chu Zhongtian with his arms open.

"Who said we can't?" The players gathered together, and Joe Xilin was shouting, "Who said that amateur teams can't beat professional teams? Let them see! We can!"

He clenched his fists at the big guy: "Look at Chu! Look at this shot! They are already scared by us! How about Chelsea? So what about the top team? Do them! We can win, what are they afraid of?!"

"Yes, we can win! As long as everyone works hard!" Captain Kevin Cooper also spoke.

Chu Zhongtian's long shot knocked out the players' fear.

When they just lost the ball, they felt that "this is indeed the strength of the top team." Now they think so, "If Chu can score, then there is nothing they have to be afraid of."

It’s like a person facing a seemingly powerful enemy, but he found that the enemy would actually suffer, bleed and be afraid, so he mustered up his courage and fighting spirit again, and vowed to fight the enemy to the death.

The Wimbledon players here have recovered their fighting spirit because Chu Zhongtian equalized the score so quickly and have the confidence to compete with Chelsea for the long and short periods.

The Chelsea players over there have not yet come back to their sense of the reality of conceding the ball. They cannot accept the fact that an amateur team equalized the score. Some boos from radical Chelsea fans also sounded in the stands.

Ranieri was disappointed with the conceding goal while standing on the sidelines, but he just clapped his hands and shrugged. He had different ideas from the players. Even if the team lost a goal, he remained calm and thought it was not a big deal. We were stronger than them, and it was easy to score another goal. You have already angered those stars with strong self-esteem and players of the amateur team.

However, Chelsea's boss, Abramovich, who was sitting in the VIP seat, looked not very good. The luxurious team he spent more than 100 million to build was actually an amateur team from... what level of league? No matter what, it was a goal scored by an amateur team! So where did I spend so much money?

Looking at the Italian Ranieri who was standing on the sidelines, Abramovich began to think in his mind, maybe when he changed players, he forgot to change the head coach?

※※※When the game started again, the players at Wimbledon Athletics had a fresh look. They all think so now: "We can really win!"

"Although the opponent is very strong, we are not weak either!"

"Chu said he wanted to win, and I wanted to try it too!"

"We can't be worse than a Chinese boy!"

"No matter what, you must work hard to win this game!"

Everyone thinks this way, and when Chelsea attacks, they feel that the opponent in front of them is even more difficult to deal with.

※※※"Haha! Chu did a pretty job!"

"What a pride in our Wimbledon bar!!"

"I am proud of being with his classmates!"

"I'm his roommate!"

The group of people in the bar seemed even more excited than other fans after Chu Zhongtian scored.

Emily asked Boss John: "Isn't such a moment worth singing praises to him, Uncle John?"

Hearing Emily's words, everyone turned their eyes to Boss John, and he snapped his fingers: "You are right, Emily! It's time to show us the gift we gave to Chu!" Then he looked at everyone, "Guys, have you all learned it? If you can't remember the lyrics, just sing!" He took out a piece of paper from his arms and opened it, which was the lyrics written for Chu Zhongtian.

"My lung capacity is relatively large, I'll lead the sing!" Jackson stood up and volunteered.

"Very good, let's get started!"

※※※Chelsea’s stars were indeed angered by Chu Zhongtian’s shocking long-range shot, so after the game started again, they pushed forward and vowed to step on the weak team in front of them, which was as weak as ants.

Wimbledon Athletic also returned to defense at all, and the game once again returned to the state before both sides scored goals - Chelsea bombed around Wimbledon Athletic's 30-meter area, and used all kinds of means.

Wimbledon's players were all shrunk in the penalty area, just not giving them the chance to break into the penalty area. Chu Zhongtian did not retreat, but roamed on the periphery, relying on his abundant physical fitness and good speed to shuttle left and right at the front of the penalty area, interfering with every player who takes the ball from Chelsea. Unless he's big-footed, he doesn't want to get rid of him easily.

When he once again tackled the ball under Joe Cole's feet and put the player, known as England's most skilled player in recent years, vocals came from the stands where the Wimbledon Athletics fans were.

"...This is not a song for the cowards, because the object we praise is not the cowards..."

The fans around them listened and found that this was a song that had never been sung before, but the tune was very familiar - Bon Jovi's "it_is_my_life"!

The songs that young people can sing, the melody is very simple... "Everyone sings together! This is a hymn to Chu! its_my_chu!!" The fans of the Wimbledon bar waved to their friends, like a circle of ripples, rippling from the center to the outside, and more and more people joined the chorus.

"...He is different from those all living beings! You will hear his name... Let's shout out loud-"
To be continued...