During the halftime break, many people left their actions and went to places that specialize in selling beverages and food to replenish their energy so that they could continue to cheer for their team in the stands in the second half. Of course, in order to avoid disagreement among fans on both sides after meeting, the security in these areas is also very strict.

Fortunately, not many people actually bring the grudges on the court to the court.

Emily also bought a beer and a sandwich, returned to her seat, sat down and sipped the beer and sandwich. Such simple food was delicious for her.

Unlike the happy Paris Saint-Germain fans, Metz's fans also seemed a little quiet during the break. They started a good start in the first half. They originally thought they could take advantage of the opportunity to kill Paris Saint-Germain, but they didn't expect that they had no chance in the subsequent game and were pressed to death by Paris Saint-Germain and could not turn over at all. The leading advantage did not last long, and now the leader has become a laggard. Many people can't stand this psychological gap.

Behind Emily there were many people drinking and coffee while discussing the first half game.

"Why did our performance in the first half so poor? It didn't look like a final team at all! I was very excited when I saw Chu's goal, and I thought we had a chance to win the championship! Unexpectedly...ah!" The man sighed as he spoke.

"Isn't it because Chu was stared at by the opponent... Most of our offenses come from Chu. If he is not in the state or is contained, we will be finished. I have said that this tactic is very risky and cannot place the hope of a team on one person. This won't work..." Another sharp and harsh voice sounded.

Emily frowned when she heard this. She was not a Metz fan, she was a fan of Chu Zhongtian. She didn't care much about Metz's life or death. As long as Chu Zhongtian performed well, she wouldn't say bad things about Chu Zhongtian!

At this moment, she heard someone objecting to the sharp and harsh voice.

"Don't you fucking fart!"

This objection is a bit fierce... "Hey, everyone is a fan of the same team, don't speak like this..." Someone next to him was persuading.

Emily became interested, she stood up and turned around, looking at the group of people gathered in the rows of stands above.

A young man with a flat head with a fat face in the crowd was glaring at a middle-aged man opposite him.

"What the hell are you talking about? When Chu performs well, you cheer in the stands. When the team performs poorly, you put the blame on him! People like you are worthy of cheering his name in the stands?" The young man pointed to the middle-aged man opposite and shouted, his fingers almost poked into the other party's eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense. The professional commentator also admits that Chu was frozen was the reason why our team performed abnormally... I think Fernandez should also train Menez, and he can also play the front midfielder..." The middle-aged man spread his hands.

"If the professional commentator really understands it, he will not sit there and talk about football with his mouth!" The young man pointed to the broadcast seat, "We are a small team. Do you still want to have a dual-core team? I think there is enough Chu. The facts also prove that Chu is enough to deal with all the situation. Now Chu is just having a little trouble, don't say it so exaggeratedly! I tell you, our situation in the first half was so bad, I haven't worried. Are you still Met fans?"

Emily walked closer and noticed that the young man was wearing Chu Zhongtian's No. 8 jersey. She looked like she was also a Chu Zhongtian fan... She laughed.

"I dare say Chu will definitely play his best in the second half! Think about the relegation battle with Paris Saint-Germain last season, think about the game with Lyon last season, and think about the quarterfinals with Lyon this season! Oh, and the derby, who saved the team again and again in the first Lorrin derby with Nancy this season? Who always scored the key goals at critical moments? It's Chu! It's the number eight of that China! If it weren't for him, we were still fighting for relegation this season, you, including me!" The young man said that he was excited and poked his chest hard with his hands, "I won't stand here today! Maybe we won't come here to cheer for our team in another ten years! When was the last time we won the French Cup? 1988! How many years have it been? Eighteen years! How many eighteen years can life be? When he helped us reach the finals, you cheered for him, what about now?"

"Is anyone dared to bet with me! Bet that Chu Yian will explode in the second half, and that he will save the team again!" The young man turned around and looked around.

The crowd was silently spoken by his passionate words, and no one answered his words.

Emily suddenly felt that this young man was very cute because he was so excited that he had said so many good things to Chu Zhongtian.

She raised her hand and said, "I'll bet with you."

The young man turned his head and glared at her. Emily noticed that the excited man had a scar hairstyle that could be trimmed on the left side of his hair, which looked very gangster-like.

"But I bet I'll do a great job in the second half." Emily smiled at the angry young man.

It turned out to be with him, and the young man's face calmed down. He looked at the silent Metz fans again, "It seems that no one dares to bet with me, that means you and I have the same idea, right?" After saying that, the young man shrugged, ignored the group of people, walked down the steps and came to Emily: "Hi, beauty. Get to know Escher de Belmont, you can call me Belmont."

Emily held his extended hand: "Emily, Emily Stan."

Belmont looked at Emily wearing sunglasses and frowned: "Do you watch the ball with sunglasses? Today's sunshine is not bright."

Emily looked up at the night sky and smiled, "But the lights are a little dazzling." She straightened the lighting on the ceiling.

"Aren't you French?" Belmont said strangely, "I heard that you don't have the same accent..."

"I am English."

"Oh-British..." Belmont whistled.

"Hi, Frenchman." Emily responded without any worries.

Then the two laughed, and there was no tension between the British and French.

"It seems you are also a Chu fan? You are here to come here from the UK to watch him play?"

Emily nodded: "Yes, it's his fan. I like watching him play football." After that, she spread the paper on her seat for Belmont to see.

Belmont nodded when he saw the paper "Come on! Chu!"

"I said...want his signature?"

Emily was stunned for a moment.

"If you want, don't be polite. Tell me, I can help you get the signature of that kid. It's not me that I have a good relationship with him! He often takes my car... Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce it. I am a taxi driver. If you come to Metz to play, you can make this call and be on call, and it's always comfortable and fast!" As he said that, Belmont had taken out his business card and handed it to Emily.

"If you want his signature, I can get any number of them for you. I'm not kidding, he and I are friends!"

Emily laughed: "Okay, then please ask me for a signature of him."

When Belmont talked about Chu Zhongtian with Emily, she sat quietly in her position even during the intermission. Even during the intermission, she did not move, bought some drinks, or went to the bathroom. In the first half, except for cheering for Chu Zhongtian's goal for a while, she fell into silence, just silently worried about Chu Zhongtian.

She had no interest in the halftime break and just wanted the second half to start quickly.

※※※ "You did a good job in the first half and continued to curb Chu's performance in the second half. As long as you can curb him, you can curb Mes. But I hope you don't feel satisfied with this score, and continue to attack in the second half and continue to score goals!" Guy Laconbu made his final advice to the team before the team appeared.

"Come on, guys! We have only forty-five minutes left to the championship! You know, this is your only chance to redemption! Use this championship to tell others that Paris Saint-Germain has not fallen!"

Unlike Fernandez, Laconb is better at inciting players' emotions than him.

Every Paris Saint-Germain player who walked out of the locker room was very excited, as if they had touched the championship trophy.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian and Menez walked out of the locker room side by side and walked towards the stadium.

"If you play as a front midfielder in the second half, you need to pay attention to one problem." Menez was using his experience to tell Chu Zhongtian, who had never played as a front midfielder, to pay attention to something.

“What is it?”

"The front midfielder is different from the back midfielder. You will have more opportunities to get the ball behind your back. If you can't turn around, you will not be able to organize the attack."

Menez has played against the front midfielder, and he can play in almost all positions in the frontcourt. Therefore, in terms of his experience in different positions, he must be more than Chu Zhongtian.

"The back midfielder is different, you can catch the ball more calmly..."

Chu Zhongtian smiled bitterly: "Do you think there is any difference between me taking the ball in the back and front midfielder positions in this game? Jeremy."

Menetz was stunned for a moment, then realized what Chu Zhongtian was referring to. He shrugged: "The degree is different. Like our attack in the first half, the opponent's No. 23 (Mbami) made a mistake, which gave you a chance to move forward. But at the front of their own penalty area, such a mistake will hardly happen, because it may be fatal once it appears. They must know this better than us. So you have to consider how to deal with the situation where you can't turn around, or how to turn around."

Chu Zhongtian quickly thought about it.

"Why do you come and help me?"

"I? How do I help?"

"If I can't drive the ball and turn around, you can do it as my wall. The same goes for you. If you can't turn around, I will do it as your wall. Why do we have to fight alone with the opponent? Quickly play the ball, run quickly, move, and the faster the speed, the better..."

"If you lose the ball, you will make mistakes..." Menez felt that Chu Zhongtian's idea was good, but it was a bit troublesome to actually operate... "If you lose the ball, you will be able to counterattack on the spot, and you can also make a foul. Anyway, they can't easily attack the fast attack." Chu Zhongtian proposed his own solution.

Menez thought about Chu Zhongtian's proposal in his mind, thinking that this was the best way at the moment. He nodded.

Chu Zhongtian proposed another "upgraded version" of this method: "But only the two of us can't do this, and the two of us are easily stared at by each other. We must find more people to participate... After a while, we will call everyone together and tell them."

Menez nodded.

Chu Zhongtian is good at playing football. Head coach Fernandez brought him from the back to the front midfielder, providing him with new ideas. He followed this idea and came up with a way to deal with Paris Saint-Germain. Menez admired this very much.

※※※When the players on both sides ran on the court, all activities in the stands were interrupted, and everyone returned to their positions and sat down, waiting for the start of the second half of the game.

Belmont also said goodbye to Emily and returned to her position. There were a few more people around Emily. Only then did she notice that the middle-aged man who had a dispute with Belmont just now was actually in front of her.

After everyone sat down, Emily took off her sunglasses and took out her telescope to observe Chu Zhongtian in the stadium.

The second half will be harder, because Paris Saint-Germain has been transferred to the opposite half. If Chu Zhongtian really does have any outstanding performance, she will have to use a telescope to see Chu Zhongtian's performance clearly. Although there is a large screen at the top of the opposite stand, it doesn't look like a "big" screen here.

She saw from the big screen that the live TV was giving some close-ups to several players. The two players who scored the first and second goals for Paris Saint-Germain were treated like this. And on Metz, Ribery, Menez and Chu Zhongtian also gave close-ups.

Especially when he was on Chu Zhongtian, he gave him a few more seconds.

The live director also knew that if Metz wants to win in this game, Chu Zhongtian is the key. Chu Zhongtian was frozen by Paris Saint-Germain in the first half, which directly led to Metz's poor performance in the first half.

"Come on, Chu!" Emily, holding a telescope with one hand, waved her other hand to Chu Zhongtian on the big screen.

※※※Chu Zhongtian counted and found that everyone was on the court, so he waved his hand to signal everyone to come around.

After everyone gathered around, he stood in the center and said to his teammates: "I have an idea to change our poor performance in the first half, but I need your support and help."

"Just tell me, Chu. What we need to do." As Chu Zhongtian's midfield partner, Promón has always been the only one who follows Chu Zhongtian's horse.

"I carefully considered the reason why we performed poorly in the first half. I was stared at by the opponent as a major factor, but our team was too far apart and not running actively was also a reason. I think we can do this..." He pointed to himself, "With me as the center of the field, there must be several people around me, and when I want to pass the ball, it is easy to find you, and the distance should be short."

When assigned tasks, Chu Zhongtian was not polite to them, not humble at all, and told them what they were going to do in an almost commanding tone.

"No matter where I am, I have to do this around me. Just like now." He pointed to everyone and himself. He was in the middle, everyone surrounded outside, forming a circle.

It's very intuitive to say this, and the teammates nodded.

No one questioned whether he was qualified to command them, nor did he question whether he did this right. Chu Zhongtian had conquered all his teammates with his stable performance for more than a season. Everyone would listen to whatever he said, because he never disappointed them. This is trust.

"This will make the opponent's defense more difficult. I hope everyone will pass and run quickly. Try not to let the football stay under your feet for too long, because everyone has seen their tactics. Once the football stays under your feet for too long, they will be pressed by them. In order to tear open their defense, we must be fast!" He raised his index finger, "Remember, guys, we must be fast in the second half!"

Everyone nodded one after another.

"If you lose the ball, you will fight back on the spot. Don't cherish your physical fitness. We are behind now and there is nothing to cherish." Chu Zhongtian continued. "If you can't grab it, you have to interfere with them, and you can also make a foul. Anyway, you can't let them hit our quick counterattack."

"This way our offensive pattern is a bit small, but it doesn't matter. As long as they are dizzy by us and relaxed in defense, we will immediately pass and transfer. Take them off guard!" Chu Zhongtian punched the palm of his hand.

"Good idea!" After hearing all the plans, Ribery shouted.

"Then what are we waiting for? Just do that!" Proman also started yelling.

Others had no objection, and Chu Zhongtian's combat plan was implemented in this way.

"In the second half, let's give them a little surprise." Chu Zhongtian said at the end. "They thought that using the first half could still defend us, so let them think so and let us use the goal to tell them that it is wrong!"
To be continued...