Although there are people like Kevin Cooper who provide guidance on shooting training for Chu Zhongtian, there is too little time after all. They are not professional teams and cannot participate in training every day. In addition, there are not many games before the end of the season. Even if they train every day in such a short time, there may not be any significant results.

Chu Zhongtian hoped for the first time that he could not go to school or work, and his identity was a real professional player. He did not expect to get a higher weekly salary, but felt that professional players could train every day, which obviously helped his improvement in his level.

Becoming a professional player? Chu Zhongtian quickly realized how ridiculous his idea was. He was an Chinese student who played football in the ninth level of England and was equivalent to amateur leagues. He was unknown. Apart from having a certain popularity among these thousands of Wimbledon fans in public, what is it? Those professional players, even those who played football in the English C League, may be better than him. Why did he attract the attention of those professional teams, and why did he make those professional teams interested in him and decide to sign him? To put it bluntly, what abilities does he have to make him stand in the professional arena? Physical fitness? Perhaps, running may not mean everything.

I should play here honestly, practice shooting skills, and then contribute to the team's upgrade and win the championship... Chu Zhongtian is practicing shooting hard, hoping to help the team, but the time is too short. If he could transform into a god who saves the team and the crisis after only one practice, he would not be the protagonist of this novel... So when Wimbledon faced Frimley_green at home and the offense was in a deadlock, Chu Zhongtian felt very depressed. If he had outstanding long-range shooting skills, the game would have been solved long ago... After most of the season of the fight, basically all teams knew that Wimbledon had no expertise in breaking intensive defense. As long as he contracted his defense and then played a defensive counterattack, he would have achieved the results they wanted.

The score was still 0:0 until the fifty-five minutes. Their rival, Vessdean, had already won the game that ended earlier, and now he was thrown over to them. If they couldn't win the game, the gap between the two sides would be further widened. And things are not that simple. Now the third-ranked AFC Wallingford is only three points away from them. If they missed here, they would not only lose the expectation of chasing the first place, but also the second-ranked ranking in the league.

Under such circumstances, Wimbledon was forced to win the game.

Chu Zhongtian couldn't help but rush up and shot again. Before the goal, he thought about the technical requirements of almost half-time game and kept them in his heart, so this kick was considered to be within the range of the goal frame. Unfortunately, it was too straight, and because he was afraid of playing high, he could weaken the power of the shot. Therefore, the ball was not fast and the power was not strong after being kicked out, and it was easily confiscated by the goalkeeper. Now he can't do both accuracy and strength. If he wants to pursue not shooting, he will ignore the pursuit of speed and strength.

Chu Zhongtian's "soft and weak" shot that rushed forward can be regarded as a microcosm of the whole Wimbledon team. It was not only that Chu Zhongtian was a little anxious and angry, but also that the crazy players were restless.

Ferimleglen is now ranked 18th in the league and is still a little far from the relegation zone. It is acceptable for them to get a point in this game. If there are three points, it is better. But Wimbledon cannot accept a draw, and there is no other way except to win. Therefore, the visiting team is more patient than the home team, and in this kind of game, the patient side can often get better results.

When Borger dribbled into the opponent's penalty area, the opponent's player reached out and pulled his clothes and immediately let go. Borger jumped up as if he was poked on his butt, raised his arms and complained to the referee about the other party's foul, hoping to give a penalty. However, if you have to play such a penalty, in the style of the ninth-level league, you don't know how many penalty kicks you will have to play in a game... The referee ignored it and the football was finally obtained by the goalkeeper of Firimreglen who attacked.

"Damn it!" Borger was furious on the court, and Eames off the court was furious. "Don't the fucking opponent is fouled! Shoot the ball out for me first! Is there something wrong with this bastard Borger?!"

Ingrich's face was not good-looking, and Bolger actually wasted an offensive opportunity like this. He was determined to earn a penalty kick? This is really the stupidest way to do it, no doubt.

Borger, who did not get the penalty as he wished, was very unstable in the subsequent game. As soon as there was physical contact in the penalty area, he fell to the ground, and then reached out to signal to the referee to ask for a penalty. If the referee did not give it, he would jump up and wave his fists loudly and complain loudly.

"That's obviously a foul! Where are your eyes looking?"

The referee was not showing any weakness: "You'd better be quiet, otherwise I'll give you a yellow card and I'll be ordered to fake a fall, No. 17!"

At this time, the teammates will come up and pull the excited Borger back to avoid letting him really take the cards, because before that, he had already received a yellow card due to his excessive moves in defense.

When "theory" with the referee, someone can hold him back and prevent him from doing stupid things, but what should I do during the game? You can't find someone to follow him in a row, just in case he makes any extreme moves, right?

So in the 70th minute of the game, Borger, who had been frustrated for dozens of minutes, finally broke out in silence. When he drove the ball, the opponent's defender started to interfere. He waved his arm back and elbowed his elbow on the opponent's face. Suddenly, the Firimleglen's player fell down on his back, covered his face with both hands, and soon a red blood stain flowed out through his fingers... Borger's long-awaited whistle finally rang, but this sound was definitely not good news to him. The referee ran to the scene of the incident, groping in his chest pocket, and was about to get the cards. Whether it was yellow or red, the result was the same anyway - the end!

Things were over before it was so simple. Seeing their teammates being knocked to the ground and bloodied, the Firimregren's players became excited and rushed towards the perpetrator Borger, intending to give this bastard some excitement.

Although Borger's move is not very moral, as a team, people cannot watch their teammates be beaten, so Wimbledon's players rushed up, hoping to separate the opponent's players.

But when you are emotionally excited, good intentions may also be regarded as hostile behavior, not to mention that some people deal with this conflict with simple and rough behavior - whoever has a big fist makes sense, and then beat me first! If you dare to bully my teammates, I will beat you down!

When he saw his teammate being beaten, he didn't care about persuading the fight here and ran over to find trouble for the hitter.

It was like snowballing, and more and more people were involved...Ferimleglen's players soon fought with Wimbledon's players, and the blue and white abortions collided, and then entangled with each other and couldn't separate them.

When Chu Zhongtian rushed over and pulled the fight, he was punched in the back of the head and was kicked on the butt. These two strokes made him angry... The game was so bad, and the hope of winning was getting smaller and smaller. If he tied here, he would be even further away from the league first place. What should I do if I would give Emily and Russell a gift? What should I do with my own goal? Why did I work hard for a season? He was very irritable, but he was still controlling his emotions. Now the situation is so chaotic, and the discomfort in his heart can no longer be suppressed, and it surged out like a volcano eruption.

I'll beat you a son!

He turned around and aimed at the player closest to him, and punched him in the chest. I don’t know if this person hit Chu Zhongtian’s guy, but he hit everyone anyway—he was hitting Ferimleglen’s grandsons!

The people in the core part of the battle group were fighting in a mess, while those who couldn't squeeze in outside were shouting: "Stop fighting! Don't fucking fight!"

"Do you all want to be sent off?"

"Bastard!! Who's going to beat... fuck your mother!"

"Fuck! Beat that kid! It's him!"

"Oh oh oh - kick him, yes, kick him ass!"

"Hook up the uppercut...beautiful!"

The atmosphere was not as warm as a court, but rather like a country tavern. A group of drunken farmers were spitting vulgar words in their mouths, spraying smokey alcohol, rolling up their sleeves, waving their fists, blushing their faces and thick necks.

To set the atmosphere for the scene, the Wimbledon fans in the stands booed and scolded. They raised their middle fingers into the field and kept spitting out stars. The few security guards around the field were as nervous as if they were facing a big enemy. If these people were to rush down to join the battle, they would obviously be the mantis arm to get the car... Fortunately, these fans were just venting their mouths in the stands and did not intend to jump down to participate in the battle.

Chu Zhongtian was pushed away by someone after only one punch. He tripped his feet and sat down on the ground. When he stood up and wanted to fight, he found that he had been pushed out of the battle group. It would be difficult to squeeze in again... "Damn..." After coming out, he was a little more awake and knew that if he rushed in again, the yellow card would at least not be able to escape. But if he took another yellow card, he would be automatically suspended for one game because of the accumulated yellow cards... He was not stupid. After he understood, he immediately shrank his neck and stopped going up. He just stood on the outside and watched from a distance, and prayed that in the chaos just now, the referee did not notice his beating people with sharp eyes... The referee kept blew the whistle in his mouth, making a harsh whistle, and with the help of two assistant referees and other calm players, he pulled the impulsive group apart.

The people from both teams were pulled into their respective teams, and the injured Firimleglenn player was also carried down on a stretcher. It was so pitiful. I wonder if the guy lying on the ground had been stepped on several steps in the conflict just now... Those who had not yet had enough of the fight glared at each other through the referee, while others who had been rushing up for a while and were worried about the referee, hoping that they would not be punished, especially those who had already carried a yellow card on their bodies.

Borger was out of sight. He knew that he would definitely be sent off, regardless of whether he was fighting or not. He just took advantage of the chaos and punched the opponent's three players a few times. Anyway, he would be sent off. So if he didn't get more points before the game, one elbow or three punches, he would be considered to have enough money.

So when the referee showed him the red card directly, he was not surprised or angry at all. He just pulled out the jersey that was originally tied in his shorts, then turned around and walked down the field.

He knew it was over, and he suddenly lost the fighting spirit and motivation to continue fighting.

He has a red card directly, two bans, and if he has to pay additional penalties, he doesn't know how many games he will be. He knows what that means when he misses the game at such a critical moment.

Maybe when he calms down, he will feel sorry for this impulse, but the damage it has caused to the team is irreparable.

Borger lowered his head and walked straight to the locker room. Wimbledon fans in the stands did not expect such a thing to happen, and they were a little lost for a moment. Soon someone booed, and then the booed sounded.

Chu Zhongtian looked up at the stands, wondering whether the booings sent Borger out of the referee who sent Borger out of the red card or Borger out of the red card... The final result was that Borger was sent off directly with a red card, and two players on both sides who participated in the conflict were warned by yellow cards, but no one else was sent off. The captains of both sides were called to accept the referee's verbal warning, asking them to restrain their teammates and not have similar incidents happen again.

Chu Zhongtian had nothing to do. The referee obviously didn't see the scene of him hitting someone, but the shoe prints on his butt made him a "victim".

※※※The game resumed, and Firimleglen's offensive became stronger. They knew that Wimbledon was missing one person and people were floating. This was a good opportunity to counterattack. So they strengthened the offensive on the wing and middle. Within five minutes, they had three consecutive shots, one of which was in the penalty area, almost breaking the goal guarded by Wimbledon Andy Bale... Chu Zhongtian had already thrown the conflict behind and defended with all his heart. In the 75th minute, Chu Zhongtian pushed down the opponent's holding player and grabbed the ball under his feet. Just as he was about to turn around and launch a counterattack, he heard the whistle of the referee.

"Foof!" The referee quickly ran to him and pointed at Wimbledon's goal. This was the guard's foul gesture. He signaled the attacking party to take a free kick.

Chu Zhongtian pointed at him in confusion, and he felt that his move was a reasonable collision.

The referee nodded.

He also wanted to argue with the referee, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw a scene that made him feel chilled all over - the referee then reached into his chest pocket!

Chu Zhongtian's pupils suddenly shrank!

One foul, one card?

When he saw the referee pulling out the yellow sign from his pocket, he suddenly reached out and pressed it on the referee's hand that was taking out the cards! Even he didn't know why he was doing this. Could it be that just by holding down the referee's hands, he would stop playing cards?

"Don't give cards!" he exclaimed. "Don't give cards! I admit the foul, don't give cards!"

The referee was startled by his move and reflexively thought he was going to beat him up. He quickly retreated and dodged Chu Zhongtian. As a result, the center of gravity was not adjusted, and he mixed garlic under his feet. After several steps, he sat down to the ground. Looking at this, it was like Chu Zhongtian pushed the referee impulsively.

Chu Zhongtian still maintained his posture just now, staring at the referee who was sitting on the ground in a daze. He knew that his card would definitely not be able to escape... Borger's feelings just now rose in his heart - no matter what color the referee took out, it was meaningless. The red card was suspended, and the yellow card was automatically suspended... ※※ "It's so fucking hell..." Eames covered his face off the court. These two things that happened within five minutes really gave him a headache. Borger took the initiative to apply for a red card to leave the game. Not only could he not be able to play in this game, but he could not play in the next two games. Now Chu Zhongtian can take the lead and he doesn't know what color it is, but the results are the same. He will definitely not be able to play in the next game.

There are two important players in offense and defense all of a sudden. How to play in the next game?

You know, if you play this game, you will have to have a direct conversation with Wallingford, the third in the league, in the next game. It will be a six-point game!

Borger made a self-inflicted self-inflicted, but Chu Zhongtian is a "natural disaster"... Damn, if you push someone, you will get a yellow card. According to this standard, no one else can stand on the court except the goalkeepers on both sides!

Eames really wanted to scold people, but he was a coach. He couldn't lose his composure in front of the players, especially in this game. He had to calm himself down...※※※ Chu Zhongtian finally did not escape the yellow card. After the referee got up from the ground, he gave Chu Zhongtian a yellow card amid the laughter and booed by Wimbledon fans at the scene. He had already held the card in his hand... And he was quite kind and did not exchange the yellow card and then took out a red card.

Chu Zhongtian stood there blankly, as if there was no other thing on the court that could attract his attention.

Kevin Cooper knew why Chu Zhongtian had such a performance. When he was the most critical time in the league championship, he had to miss a key battle in the key. Without Russell and Borger, he would lose another defensive core. What does that mean? He, the captain, could not be clear. Moreover, Chu Zhongtian is a person with a strong sense of responsibility, and he can see from his own initiative to ask for additional shooting. In such a critical game, he was absent and could not play. It is conceivable that his inner discomfort was.

But it is not possible to keep falling into such an emotion. People who play football must have high psychological quality, and they are the team's defensive core. If they are confused and distracted, how can they play this game?

So he went up and pressed Chu Zhongtian's head with his hand, and said in his ear: "Your game is not over yet, Chu."

Chu Zhongtian's body was shocked and turned his head to look at his captain.

"Fifteen minutes left, not counting stoppage time." Cooper smiled at him.

After saying this, Cooper ran away. Chu Zhongtian looked at the captain's back and slowly clenched his fists, and his eyes gradually became clear.

Yes, my game is not over yet!

I can't control the next game, but this is not counted as fifteen minutes of injury stoppage time, I have to hold it firmly in my hand!

※※※Ferimleglen team originally watched Wimbledon being sent off, and the most capable midfielder received another yellow card, looking lost, which made them think they could take advantage of it. They planned to launch a final counterattack attack within the last ten minutes of the game, succeeded in one battle, and took three points away from the away game.

However, Chu Zhongtian is still a headache for them in the midfield. He was not affected by the yellow card at all, and he performed more actively and well. At the front of Wimbledon's penalty area in the middle of the court, it was completely Chu Zhongtian's field. His physical confrontation was not at a disadvantage. He predicted in advance and made many outstanding achievements. He was decisive and fierce in style, but he did not deliberately foul, which made Feirimregren's team unable to get some free kicks in the dangerous area. That push was a real accident... No one knew which point in the referee's mind was.

The foul was wrong. There were so many fouls that were worse than Chu Zhongtian, but they didn't play cards, but they just wanted to get a card when pushing people at once... So Firimleglen could only walk two sides, which made Wimbledon's defense much easier to deal with. Wimbledon's opponents didn't have to worry about Wimbledon's opening up from the middle after losing Russell, so they let go of the sidewalk wholeheartedly, while Wimbledon's teammates knew that there was a guy who reassured them in the middle, so they could handle the opponent's sidewalk offensive with all their might.

Until the last second of the game, Firimleglen, who had the advantage in numbers, was unable to open Wimbledon's goal.

But for Wimbledon's players, this is definitely not a good news to celebrate. Because they didn't score either.

The final match was tied 0:0.

After the game, Chu Zhongtian stood alone, looking a little confused, and his brave look on the field could no longer be seen. As soon as the three whistles sounded, he was like a robot that had reached his head, losing all his motivation.

His task as a defensive midfielder is to prevent the team from losing, and he has tried hard to do it. But he has no way to help the team win, and he can't do this task now.

Now they are seven points away from the league championship and the quota for direct promotion, and it seems to be getting further and further away from going ashore...
Chapter completed!