Emily could never have imagined that she would see that number 6 again so soon, just a day after that race.

As she walked home along the sidewalk with a paper bag full of dinner, a dark-haired boy with a backpack rushed around the corner of the street. He was accompanied by a miserable cry: "I said I wasn't a thief anymore!" No way! ”

The man scurried past Emily with his teeth and claws, and though it was only a glance, Emily was sure that the boy was the number 6 on the court yesterday! Because the running form is exactly the same......

She just wanted to turn around and shout, "Hey......" but was suppressed by two dog barks.

The boy rushed past him with two pit bulls that were barking and barking.

"Chase every time! Do you have no dog at home? Damn it! ”

"Wow!" He was answered by two barks.

Amid the barking of people and dogs, one man and two dogs quickly disappeared from her sight.

Emily, who didn't figure out what was going on, turned around to find the door of the family's courtyard in front of her, and a mailbox stood in front of it. The door of the mailbox was uncovered, and there was a piece of colorful paper on it, swaying in the evening wind.

Emily walked up and gently pulled out the piece of paper, revealing that it was an advertising flyer for a Chinese fast-food restaurant. It had the name and phone number of the fast-food restaurant, as well as a detailed address and a simple hand-drawn map showing where the restaurant was.

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When Chu Zhongtian panted and returned to the "mcchina" fast food restaurant with an empty backpack, the sky had not yet darkened, and there were naturally no customers in the store.

Putting the empty backpack in his hand on the bar counter and saying hello to the boss, Chu Zhongtian went out again, he had to rush to the next place of work.

He now works two jobs at the same time. One is to send orders for this Chinese fast food restaurant, which is a means of soliciting business. Slip a menu with the name of the restaurant on it into the residents' homes, and if they need it, they call the phone number on it to order food.

The other is working as a bartender in a bar.

Before leaving, the guy in the store shouted at him: "I was chased by the dog again, Chu Zhongtian?" ”

Chu Zhongtian gave this gloating old man a middle finger, and a group of people laughed behind him.

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The Dons Bar is located at the intersection of two streets, at a crossroads. Its gates open to the east, and three more streets in that direction is a modest little ballpark. Although the small stadium is rudimentary and has been abandoned for a long time, and some people even keep horses there, it still holds a sacred and lofty place in the hearts of Wimbledon football fans.

The small stadium was called "Prau Lane" (plough_lane) and was the former home of Wimbledon, which now competed in League One (later the Championship). Wimbledon fans have a lot of very fond memories in this stadium.

"Dons" is the name of Wimbledon fans, and you can tell from the name what kind of bar this pub is. That's right, it's a Wimbledon fan bar.

Chu Zhongtian was standing behind the bar counter of the bar, he had already changed his clothes, put on a dark blue short-sleeved shirt, and tied a black apron in front of him. Now he can't see the embarrassment of being chased by a dog at all, and he can't see that he once had an argument with his teammates on the court because of the win or loss of a game, and his face was gloomy. Now he looked as usual, calm, like an ordinary bartender - no, he was a bartender at all.

He's bartending to the bartenders, it's a technical job, but he's good at it.

A TV hanging from the ceiling is playing the news.

“…… Pete Winckelman (pete_winkelman) has once again appealed to the FA over the relocation of the team, this time the FA has promised to look into the issue, and they will hold a three-member meeting in a week to decide whether to agree to the move of Wimbledon (wimbledon_football_club) to Milton Keynes (milton_keynes) ......"

The announcer's voice was quickly drowned out by the angry shouts of the audience.

“*！！ Winckelmann, this bitch! ”

"What is he doing? What did he think he was doing? Wimbledon is ours, not him! ”

"The FA can't approve such a request, otherwise it will be a mess......"

"Damn, we have to go to the streets and protest! We're going to have Winckelmann, a businessman with money in his head, and the FA officials all hearing the voices of the Wimbledon community! ”

"These bastards!"

"Rich son of a bitch!"

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Countless middle fingers were raised high, and Chu Zhongtian was holding the beer that had been mixed, but he didn't know who to give it to. "Whose wine?" He shouted, but no one paid attention to him, and his voice was drowned out by another wave of shouting. Not to mention the ownerless beer in his hand, even the beer in the hands of those drinkers themselves has long been thrown out of the clouds, just to vent their dissatisfaction with the most ugly swear words on the TV.

"It's useless, it's enough to always can't hear our voices......" There are also people who are frustrated by this. For example, the one in front of Chu Zhongtian. He leaned on the bar and muttered indistinctly. In front of him, a large glass of beer was left with only some white foam hanging from the walls of the glass, accumulating at the bottom of the glass.

"That bastard stuffed the FA with a lot of money...... It must be like this...... It's over, Wimbledon is over, we're done......" the drunk muttered. Chu Zhongtian glanced at him and made sure that the beer in his hand was not for him. Looking at the excited Wimbledon fans, it seemed that no one would ask him for a drink for a while, so he put the beer aside.

Having worked at the bar for almost a year, he has heard a lot about Wimbledon Football Club. Wimbledon has become the team he knows best in England, even though he is not a supporter of the team. He is also clear about the current situation of the team.

Quite simply, Wimbledon Football Club (wimbledon_football_club), which had been in Wimbledon for 113 years, had put their roots down in the community, and now they were moving out because the new owner felt that there was no future and no money to be made by staying here.

This is a taboo in England. So when Winckelmann first made this suggestion, everyone thought it was just the whims of a money-hungry businessman, and Wimbledon fans were not worried about it all coming true. Chu Zhongtian still remembers that when everyone was discussing this topic in the bar, with a confident smile on his face, he laughed at Winckelmann for not knowing what to do.

Winckelmann was already working on his plans and had already visited three locations, Dublin, Belfast and Cardiff as possible new homes for Wimbledon FC in the future. However, none of the three locations had been approved by the FA, and the FA was reluctant to accept a team moving to such a long distance all at once. This is because the FA believes that a football club represents the culture and traditions of the community in which it is located and cannot be treated as a mere commercial operation.

The fans are even more relieved, with the support of the FA, what else do they have to be afraid of?

But Winckelmann was clearly not going to give up so soon. The club's board of directors kept appealing and constantly working for the FA. The FA relented and decided to convene a three-man senior meeting to discuss the decision to move Wimbledon from here to Milton Keynes in north London.

So there was this news, and this scene in front of me.

In fact, when Chu Zhongtian started working in this bar and came into contact with all kinds of Wimbledon fans, he was quite envious of these people. Because they have their own team. What about Chinese fans? It's not so happy. His hometown of Chengdu used to be a famous "gold medal ball city" in Chinese football. Sichuan Quanxing is also a team that makes him extremely proud and proud, at that time he also went to the Chengdu Sports Center with his father, wearing a yellow Quanxing team jersey in the stands, and chanting "Xiongqi" with the people around him. But the current situation is not as good as a year, some time ago I called home, and I heard the old fan father saying that Sichuan Quanxing was bought by Dalian Shide, and since then the yellow lightning that has been supported by their father and son for two generations has become a lackey vassal of the Dalian Shide team, and there is no reason to continue to support it.

At that time, Chu Zhongtian envied these people in front of him, but he didn't expect that they would face the same reality today. Although the Sichuan team that was acquired by Dalian Shide is still in Chengdu, for many old Sichuan fans, that team exists in name only. Wimbledon are going to move out of the town with little future. Perhaps for Winckelmann, at Wimbledon, where tennis is more famous, football is a sport that doesn't attract many local fans.

As the scolding subsided, more people began to gather to discuss the future of the team, and theirs.

If the FA really agreed to the ticket dealer's request to move Wimbledon Football Club out of Wimbledon, what would happen to these fans who have supported Wimbledon football for their entire lives, if not three generations? Do you follow Milton Keynes 60 miles away every home game day to watch the game?

For a while, everyone's faces were a little confused.

Such an expression, Chu Zhongtian believes that it must have appeared on the faces of the fans of Sichuan Quanxing. From now on, Sichuan football will be surnamed "Dalian", where will Sichuan fans go?

Although the level of football in China cannot be compared with the level of football in England, the feelings of the fans are the same. Love for football does not and should not be differentiated by the level of the team you support.

After some fruitless discussion, more people chose to sit down and drink alcohol.

The news of England's preparation for the World Cup in South Korea and Japan was being broadcast on TV, and whether Beckham could make it to the group stage of the World Cup, but the room full of England did not pay the slightest attention to it.

The Dons Bar, which used to be full of laughter and roars of excitement, and singing, is now lifeless. Even Uncle John, the fat boss who was always happy, frowned and sat in his place without saying a word.

The cup of dark beer in Chu Zhongtian's hand was closed until eleven o'clock in the evening, and no one came to take it.

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