Borger found that Hartley Winterney's left-back was following him very closely, as if he was planning to keep pace. So he retreated a little and found that the opponent had indeed followed him. He immediately became calculating in his heart - if he continued to retreat, would the opponent continue to follow him?

In order to verify it, he retreated a while and made a hopeless breakthrough. He should seek development trends from other places.

The opponent's left back No. 3 was indeed pressing step by step, and he didn't plan to let him go easily.

Borger looked at the blockbuster space behind the opponent and laughed in his heart. If someone could pass the ball over and rely on his outstanding speed, he would definitely make a breakthrough.

But... can anyone see that space and pass the ball over?

If Russell got the ball at this moment, Borger believed that with the tacit understanding between the two of them, this would definitely not be a problem. And Russell also has the ability to bypass the opponent's defense and pass it to the place where he should go.

It’s a pity that football is now under the feet of the boy Chu who can’t pass the ball at all!

Borger felt that he was working harder. He knew that Chu could not see this space, and even if he saw it, he could not pass it. He still wanted to kill with one blow... but... he pulled it out and always had to contribute to the team's offense. It's not that the football would not run if it didn't pass it over. Maybe his running could create opportunities for other teammates? For example, Russell might be able to reduce the defensive pressure around him a little.

Borger, who made up his mind, decided to go downstairs and run away directly. Regardless of whether the ball would pass or not, as long as he ran over, he could disrupt Hartley Wintney's defense line.

He decided to start.

※※※ Different sounds rushed into Chu Zhongtian's eardrums. Suddenly, the sounds disappeared, including the noise of the fans in the stands, and there was no trace. He could only hear his heavy breathing, and perhaps the guy behind him... The messy scene in front of him suddenly slowed down, and a thought emerged in his mind:

Near the bottom line of the right road!

After receiving the instructions from his brain, his gaze quickly turned around. There was indeed a gap near the bottom line on the right. Borger was in the back. Hartley Winterney's left back was pulled out by Borger. Behind him, there was a blank area of ​​about ten meters!

Chu Zhongtian did not hesitate at all. He didn't know why he was so firm, and he didn't think about it. Although it was a waste, if no one came to pick him up, he would directly pass the football out of the baseline or sideline, and waste another attack opportunity in vain. He didn't even consider whether his passing skills could guarantee that the football could be accurately sent to more than 20 meters away.

After seeing a gap near the bottom line on the right, he turned his body, leaned No. 14 behind him, and swung his right foot to pass the ball!

Pull the ball upwards with your toes and shovel the ball from the ground. When your legs are pressed, the ball rises into the air!

Russell was originally raising his hand to catch the ball, but when he found that Chu Zhongtian's ball was flying high and was about to cross over his head, he quickly jumped up.

"Damn, what are you saying..." Russell, who jumped in the air, leaned back as much as possible, but still couldn't reach the football, cursed. But then he looked back and saw a blue and yellow figure rushing over the side behind him like lightning, heading straight for the football landing point!

Loomingly, he saw that the number behind the figure was "17".

※※※Hartley Winterney's full-back No. 3 didn't expect that the Wimbledon 17, who was staring at, suddenly started to accelerate. He was caught off guard and was left behind. When he completed the turn, the opponent had already thrown him away for at least five meters.

There is nothing there, what will he run?

This question was quickly answered.

He saw the football appear in his field of vision and was falling from the air!

※※※Borger never expected that his tactical maneuver would bring him good luck - football actually came!

What he thanks most now is that he is born with a very fast speed, otherwise he would not have received this ball... Damn, who passed it? It's so big!

He speeded up again, gritted his teeth and chased the football.

But to outsiders, Borger flew across the side like lightning like lightning, and penetrated directly into the empty belt behind the opponent's defense line.

※※※"Wow, this ball is beautiful!" Yang Yang in the stands couldn't help but scream.

Emily was also stunned. She didn't expect Chu Zhongtian to make such a wonderful pass... Ingrich, who was on the sidelines, was still complaining to Eames, but saw Eames suddenly stood up from her seat and shouting: "Run!"

He was startled and turned around and saw Borger stretching out his foot to remove the football in the air beautifully.

"Beautiful..." He couldn't help but sigh.

※※※Borger rushed forward desperately and finally arrived at the landing point of the football on time. Then he stopped the football in the air, and slid into the inside, and stuck Hartley Winterney's No. 3 left back behind behind. The opponent raised his hands and braked urgently, and put Borger into the penalty area.

"Be careful that he passes..." Before Hartley Winterney's goalkeeper could finish his warning, Borger slipped into the penalty area against the baseline. This time he quickly changed his words: "Be careful that he shoots..."

Still before he finished speaking, Borge hit the cross!

Because of his breakthrough, Hartley Winterney's defense line was disrupted. The originally tight-fitting Maginot defense line was useless at this moment. The central defender had to throw the Wimbledon forward in the penalty area and rushed towards Borger who was dribbling the ball.

As a defensive player, you must remember that in any case, the player who is the most threatening to be a player who is dribbling… “Passing the ball—!!”

Eames yelled from below, for fear that Borger would become addicted to killing, so he had to dribble the ball and complete the shot himself, which would waste an unexpected attack opportunity.

Just as he yelled, Borger raised his foot and shot, shaking down one of Hartley Winterney's central defenders who came to defend, and then he stopped and passed the ball again!

The football rolled past the second-place central defender and rolled towards the middle of the penalty area.

Captain Kevin Cooper was waiting there and shot low against the football!

The football crawled into the net from the goalkeeper who turned around and rushed into the armpit... "gooooal-!!" A huge cheer burst out from the stands.

"Wimbledon! Wimbledon! Wimbledon--!!"

"Okay!"

"I finally waited for the goal!"

"This ball is so beautiful!!"

※※※It took a long time to siege before scoring the goal. Kevin Cooper, who scored this goal, also seemed a little excited. He waved his fists hard and rushed towards Borger who passed the ball and assisted him.

"It's pretty, Gavin! Ha!" He hugged Borger.

But Borge was not as excited as the captain. He thought of a question: "Who passed the ball just now? Damn it, so big, I almost received it..."

"You're fast!" Russell ran up and patted Borger on the head. "That's Chu Chuan."

"You're playing..." Borge felt incredible. How could Chu Zhongtian pass such an accurate ball? Although he complained that the ball was a little bigger, the actual effect was just right.

Before he could finish his words, he was overwhelmed by more teammates. Everyone rushed up and patted his head, shouting: "Two pounds! Two pounds!" This is the number of bonuses for the assist prize.

This is an unwritten tradition for the team after the first league game. As long as someone scores a goal, everyone will shout like this when celebrating.

Everyone rushed up, with Chu Zhongtian being the exception. He stood there and came to his senses - I passed the ball over the top and crossed the opponent's entire defense line? Is this really true?

He looked down at his right foot. He just played the ball with this leg. The pass was just right in terms of strength and angle and direction... More importantly, it was a one-touch ball! It was much more difficult to pass over the ball than an ordinary ground ball.

In addition to passing, there was another important question lingering in Chu Zhongtian's mind, making him unconscious of celebrating his "godly" with him.

When he was at a loss in the face of the complex situation, what was the clear thought in his mind?

He had never noticed that there was a place in his mind near the bottom line of the right road? He had never known that Borger would rush to where he would pass the ball there by chance? It was like he had known that there would be a space near the bottom line of the right road, and had long known that Borger would run there... How to describe this feeling... Just like when guessing the front and back of a coin, when the coin was thrown out, he already knew the answer. It seemed that he was doing a very complicated multiple-choice question. Facing several answers that were different from each other, he found the correct answer at a glance and then filled in it.

Intuition... His shoulder was suddenly slapped hard.

"Why are you doing so deep? We are ahead!" He raised his head and saw Xilin's smiling face.

"You have the greatest contribution to this ball, Chu!" Captain Kevin Cooper said to Chu Zhongtian.

It turned out that their celebration had moved from near the bottom line to Chu Zhongtian.

Borge stared at Chu Zhongtian and glanced: "I still can't believe that the ball was passed by you..."

Chu Zhongtian grinned: "I don't believe it myself, ha!"

Everyone just thought he was joking and burst into laughter.

"Okay, guys. We're ahead, and the game format will be good for us. They will definitely attack, and then we will have more opportunities. Seize the opportunity and score a few more fucking goals!" Cooper clenched his fists and said excitedly, "Let's see how they shrink their defense now!"

"Fuck ten or eight! Haha!"

The group of people scattered, the opponent had already put the football in the middle circle, and was waiting for Wimbledon to return to his half to kick off.

After everyone dispersed, Russell came over: "How do you know there is time in that place, and Borger will rush there?"

Chu Zhongtian pointed at his head: "Intuition."

He made an excuse casually and did not expect Russell to believe it, but in fact he didn't believe it himself.

But when Russell heard him say this, his eyes lit up: "Just like the one you saved me and passed the wrong ball?"

Russell said that at Kings Ranch, he and Chu Zhongtian were left alone for extra training. While doing the passing practice, Russell was not careful for a moment and passed the football missed. As a result, Chu Zhongtian seemed to know in advance that he would pass the football apart. While the football was standing on his feet, he flew sideways and barely removed the football.

Chu Zhongtian was also stunned.

I did have an idea at that time, knowing that Russell would make a pass mistake, so he took action while the opponent kicked the ball out. So this time, was it because I knew in advance that Borger would sprint towards the bottom line that I made this pass?

Think further, is it because he has such intuition that his success rate in one-on-one defense is higher than that of ordinary defensive players? He does not succeed in defense every time he is one-on-one or one-on-one, but in the eyes of others, his defensive success rate is still very high, just like he blocked the pass between Russell and Borger twice in a row. In the eyes of Eames, Emily and others, how incredible it is... "Chu!" Kevin Cooper shouted from behind, Chu Zhongtian came back to his senses and it was time to go back and wait for the opponent to kick off. He turned around and ran back. But there was still a question in his mind.

Russell said from the side: "Although it's worse than me, I still have to say: It's a good job."

Chu Zhongtian's mind was full of that question, and ignoring him, which made him feel disappointed.

※※※ "Did you see the pass just now, Nicky!" Eames said to Ingrich, a little excited. "That's a wonderful pass!"

Ingrich had to admit that the ball was very imaginative, but... "Maybe it was just luck. I don't believe Chu's performance in daily training would allow him to make such passes on the court, otherwise he wouldn't be in our team..."

What he said is true. If a player can always make such an excellent pass, then professional team scouts will come to the door early. Thinking about those professional players who play in the midfield, they may not always pass such a penetrating ball.

"No matter whether that is luck or not, this ball helped us open up the situation, ha!" Eames was very happy. The opponent could not defend the ball any longer. As long as they attacked, with Wimbledon's offensive ability, it would be no difficult to score another goal.

"What does this matter mean, Nicky? It means that sometimes the players should let go of it, ha!"

Eames clapped his hands and sat down again. Chu Zhongtian helped him solve a difficult problem. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he had to say a few good things to Chu Zhongtian.

※※※Emily turned around and asked Boss John and them: "Did you all see Chu's passing just now?"

Boss John and others nodded.

"So beautiful!" Emily said, clapping her hands.

"Hey, I'm used to seeing Chu defending from behind. I suddenly saw him organizing the offense. I was a little uncomfortable..." Boss John touched his nose. When Chu Zhongtian kicked the ball, he didn't react. He even thought Chu Zhongtian was a very bad pass. Because there was no Wimbledon player in the direction of his pass. Unexpectedly, Borger was so fast that he just caught the ball... "Even if it was just good luck, it was enough." Old Bente said. "Now our situation has opened up, and the opponent can't defend it. We will have more opportunities to celebrate the goal!"

And all this is attributed to Chu Zhongtian's magical stroke.
To be continued...