When Chu Zhongtian fell to the ground, as his body shook, his hearing instantly recovered, and all the sounds poured into his mind and hit his eardrums.

"boom--"

Chu Zhongtian felt that everything in front of him turned red, which made him very uncomfortable. He reached out to wipe his eyes, then looked down at him, his hands covered in blood.

His brain didn't respond to the scene he saw. He just wanted one thing now - I scored a goal! I scored a fucking goal again!

Chu Zhongtian turned over and jumped up from the ground, while Nancy captain Biankarani, who collided with him in the air, was still lying on the ground, covering her face with both hands.

Chu Zhongtian, who jumped up from the ground, ran to the corner flag area. Along the way, his teammates pointed at him and shouted something, but Chu Zhongtian turned a deaf ear.

"Oh my God, he was injured..." Canal's commentator said in surprise. They all clearly saw the blood on Chu Zhongtian's left face, extending from his forehead to his chin.

"Hey, Chu! You're injured!" Ribery stood in front of Chu Zhongtian and shouted to him.

Chu Zhongtian just waved his hand to signal him to get out of the way.

Seeing Chu Zhongtian's face flowing with blood, Zhou Xiaoxiang collapsed on the sofa and was frightened. Her husband Chu Zuosheng was quite calm because he knew that his son could still be so lively, which means there was no problem, it was just a skin trauma.

"Chu Zhongtian seemed to have no idea that he was injured..."

Chu Zhongtian, who was bleeding, rushed to the corner flag area. No one dared to stop him along the way. Everyone was frightened by the terrifying expressions and bright red blood on his face. Even Ribery allowed Chu Zhongtian to run over in front of him.

Directly above the corner flag area is the stand where Nancy extreme fans gather. In the first half, there was a passionate showdown between fans and police.

Chu Zhongtian rushed to the bottom of the stands in one breath, waved his fists hard, and shouted at the stands: "Kneel down! Nancy's bastards!! Kneel down for me!"

He used French and was not afraid that those people would not understand it.

His actions won him the reckless cheers of Metz fans.

"Long live! Chu! Long live! You are the strongest warrior on land!"

Chu Zhongtian in the camera seemed to be an Indian soldier with red paint on his face, opened his mouth and roared at the Nancy fans. The muscles on his face squeezed together, making him look particularly ferocious.

Facing Chu Zhongtian, who was like a god descending to earth, the extreme fans of Nancy were silent at this time. Not only that, no other debris was thrown away by them from the stands.

"Chu scored his second goal in this game, and he was hit and bleeding from his head, but he didn't seem to know the pain at all..." The French commentator was moved by it.

Chu Zhongtian kept waving his fists to the Nancy fans and made provocative actions. Unfortunately, Nancy fans did not cooperate with him, and in his roar, there was no sound.

Chu Zhongtian was soon hugged by his teammates. Ribery yelled in his ear: "What are you doing, Chu! You are injured!"

Chu Zhongtian reached out and wiped it, as if he was still bleeding, but he didn't care: "It's okay! We are ahead! We are ahead, Frank!"

"I know, I know..." Ribery looked at the bloody face and grinned at him. He suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was quite terrifying... "Stop celebrating, stop celebrating... Hurry up and deal with the wound, Chu!" Captain Bobby Coni pulled him to the coach's seat.

They met the team doctor halfway through.

"Does it hurt, Chu?" Team doctor Pascal Christopher asked while wearing rubber gloves.

Chu Zhongtian shook his head: "It doesn't hurt!"

He was excited now, and even if it really hurt, he couldn't feel it.

Metz's players gradually surrounded him and were concerned about Chu Zhongtian's injury. They didn't want another one to go.

The Nancy player was silent. Captain Biankarani turned over and sat up, covering his face, and blood flowed out of his fingers - he also knocked his head.

Nancy's team doctor was running towards him.

He turned his head and looked at Chu Zhongtian who was being treated by the team doctor, but he couldn't see it at all.

The second when the two men shook their heads, he already knew that this time it was a dangerous battle for the top and there might be a collision. But he did not retreat because he was a defender, and the goal behind him was the goal, so he could not retreat no matter what. The offensive players were different. He had seen many offensive players choose to give in under such circumstances. If this opportunity was gone, there would be a next chance.

But the Chinese player who collided with him just now obviously hadn't thought so. He rushed up without any retreat, and the two of them collided hard.

Putting aside the derby grudge, it's such a good opponent...※※When Chu Zhongtian smashed the football into the goal with his head, Menetz, who was in front of the TV, jumped up from the sofa, clenched his fists and pounded it hard, and couldn't help but shout: "Yeah!!"

He only realized after calling out - Metz overtakes the score, why am I so happy to do? Didn’t I never treat myself as a member of this team?

Then he saw Chu Zhongtian jumping up from the ground and running towards the corner flag area to celebrate the goal. As the camera turned, Chu Zhongtian's bloody expression appeared in front of him, and he was startled.

Chu Zhongtian ignored the blood flowing on his face and shouted at the stands and was photographed. Menetz also heard what Chu Zhongtian shouted: "Kneel down! Nancy's bastards!! Kneel down for me!"

Something deep inside him was suddenly touched.

He had seen Chu Zhongtian's serious look and didn't think it was a big deal. But Chu Zhongtian's terrible expression made him feel a little overwhelmed.

Menetz forgot to let go of his clenched fist, but instead he clenched tighter and tighter.

※※※"Haa! Best! The best in the game is yours, boy!" Legov sat on the sofa, clenched his fists with his hands, and shouted at Chu Zhongtian, who was bleeding from the TV.

The daughter next to him was startled, but this time she was scared by Chu Zhongtian's terrible appearance not for her father. She didn't have much contact with Chu Zhongtian, but what she saw in just a few contacts was Chu Zhongtian's smile. She thought this big Chinese boy would never get angry.

Gregory Proman, who was watching TV broadcast in the locker room, saw Chu Zhongtian scored and shouted hard: "Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful, Chu!!"

His emotions finally found an opportunity to vent his emotions - before Chu Zhongtian scored, he was worried that the team with one less person would be defeated under the opponent's fierce offensive. If Metz eventually lost this game, then the culprit must be him who was sent off by a red card because of impulse. He doesn't want to be a sinner, and he hopes the team will win, which is also a kind of redemption for himself... Now Chu Zhongtian has scored a goal and helped the team overtake Nancy, how can he not be excited?

But when he saw that Chu Zhongtian's face was covered in blood, he stopped cheering, his arms were still raised in the air, but he did not wave it. He stared blankly at the hideous face on the screen.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian is still being treated for wounds from team doctor Christopher. On the court next to him, the game has started again. Nancy launched a fierce offensive against Metz, hoping to equalize the score as soon as possible.

Nancy's captain Biankarani and Chu Zhongtian were treated off the court together, and the two were not far apart.

Not long after, Biankarani treated the wound, stopped the blood, and ran onto the field after signaling to the referee. The applause of Nancy fans sounded at the Marsell Pique Stadium, which was dedicated to their brave captain. Although his bravery did not prevent the continued concealment of the ball.

Seeing the opponent on the court, Chu Zhongtian seemed a little impatient. Mess now has two fewer people on the court than Nancy... but he dared not move because his head coach, Mr. Fernandez, was next to him.

"Does a headache?" Fernandez asked.

Chu Zhongtian replied, "It doesn't hurt, sir."

"Difficult?" Fernandez asked again.

"No, sir."

"Well... you did a good job, Chu. The good ones exceeded my expectations."

Chu Zhongtian didn't care about this. He was concerned about how the team would play in the next game. When we were ahead and the teammates had a different mentality. When we were tied, we would hold our energy and strive to win, but when we were ahead, we would be timid. What's more, we are missing one person now. Since we were ahead, why not defend? Many people would think so?

But is it correct for everyone to think so?

"What should we do next, sir?" he asked Fernandez.

"You can do it yourself, Chu." Fernandez's answer surprised Chu Zhongtian.

"You know more about the situation on the court than I do, and you also know more about your teammates and opponents. You know what to do, right?"

"I..." Chu Zhongtian wanted to shirk his mind. He felt that it was better to listen to the head coach in such an important game.

"Play the ball with your brain, Chu." Fernandez pointed to his temple and said to Chu Zhongtian. "Carefully analyze the current situation on the court, and then draw a conclusion. Then tell your teammates about your plans, get their support, and then implement them. If there are new changes, adjust it. You are the team's brain, and you can't always expect the head coach to give you instructions during the game. You are not a machine, you are a human, and you must have your own judgment."

Chu Zhongtian said nothing.

Fernandez put his hand on his shoulder and said to him: "Believe in your feelings. You are very strong in reading the game."

Chu Zhongtian was communicating with Fernandez, and Christopher was not idle either. He was quickly dealing with the wound and his hands were flying. The wound on Chu Zhongtian's forehead was not big, but because of his vigorous exercise, he bleed a lot. After treating the wound, he had to wipe the blood on his face clean.

Not only that, he also had to wait for the coach to go to the locker room to get him a new jersey and replace it with the blood-stained jerseys on his body.

"Okay, okay... it's almost done..." Christopher wiped the blood from Chu Zhongtian's neck, looked at his head wrapped like an Indian, then took the jersey from the coach and handed it to Chu Zhongtian. "Switch it up!"

Chu Zhongtian took off his jersey and changed into a new jersey. After changing the jersey, he was still thinking about what to do under the team. Should he continue to try to attack or retreat? Is it safe to lead a ball in this situation? He looked up at the big screen in the stands, which showed that there were still twenty-three minutes before the end of the game. At this time, it is possible to say whether it is long or short.

Nancy has not completely lost his fighting spirit. The lead of a ball is very dangerous, not to mention that this is a derby that must be fought for every second. In less than the last second, it is absolutely impossible to say that he will win.

If you have the chance, you should still strive to score another goal so that you can defeat your opponent. Therefore, it is not possible to retreat blindly. You should still insist on defensive counterattacks, and you should not relax in any defense or counterattack.

After figuring it out, he raised his hand to signal the referee to the field.

The referee looked back at him and hugged his hand to signal that he could come up.

After getting the referee's permission, Chu Zhongtian ran onto the field. The white gauze on his head was very conspicuous. If it weren't for the different colors of the jerseys, he and Biankarani suddenly looked like the same person.

His appearance also won applause and cheer from Metz fans. But their voices were quickly drowned in the booing of Nancy fans. Chu Zhongtian had provoked them in front of them, and they were frightened. Now, after he came back, he felt that his performance just now was really embarrassing, so the booing was particularly loud, as if the louder the booing, the more he could regain the face he had lost just now.

Chu Zhongtian returned to the court amid the booing sounds everywhere. Facing the caring gazes of his teammates, he just waved his hand to make everyone pay attention to defense.

"Defend their attack first!" He clenched his fists and said to everyone. "Then we driver counterattack!"

Ribery gave him a thumbs up, he loved to hear these words.

※※※"Chu Zhongtian returned to the court again. After the wound treatment, he seemed to have no problem." He Ping's voice sounded from the TV.

Chu Zuosheng took the opportunity to point at the TV and said to his wife, "Look, nothing is going to happen. Isn't he doing well?"

"I have shed so much blood, but I haven't got anything yet?" Zhou Xiaoxiang glared at him.

Chu Zuosheng smiled apologized.

While he was talking, Chu Zhongtian jumped up and used his head to clear the opponent's attack.

Seeing him hitting the ball with his head that had just been hit and bloodied, Zhou Xiaoxiang's expression of distress was distorted: "Don't use his head anymore! Does it hurt?"

※※※ Chu Zhongtian couldn't hear his mother's call of heartache. After heading the ball, he shook his head. He was not very satisfied with the team doctor's bandage because too much gauze wrapped around him affected his feeling, which made him not very accurate in the way of the ball when heading the ball.

The header just now turned a little off, but it turned out from an out-of-bounds ball to a corner kick.

Five minutes later, Chu Zhongtian simply took off the gauze bandaged from his head in circles, then kneaded it into a ball and threw it to the sidelines - he thought the gauze was in the way.

Team doctor Christopher, who saw this scene off the court, shook his head helplessly and laughed.

"I hope you won't bleed again, otherwise we'll meet again."
To be continued...