When the Wimbledon fans saw that Bolger received Chu Zhongtian's pass steadily, they couldn't wait to let out bursts of cheers. Schilling scored the ball only to make their cheers louder.

Nearly 2,000 Wimbledon fans erupted in cheers comparable to those of the Premier League.

Amid this deafening shout, Eames stood up and applauded the goal: "It's beautiful! That long pass ......"

"I think Chu is a bit brute, he used too much force, the blog almost didn't catch the ball, or he barely received it and couldn't control it, but fortunately, the blog's skills are very good." Ingrid, who was also clapping beside him, had a different opinion.

"Why don't you want to think about it, it is precisely because the person who catches the ball is a blogger that Chu passed it on like this? This ball takes the speed advantage of blogging to the extreme. In my opinion, the best pass should be like this - to be able to make the most of the receiver's strengths and hide his weaknesses. The passer doesn't just pass the ball out and completes the task, he has to think about the next move for his teammates, or even the next few steps. If he has the ability, he also needs to consider how to maximize the benefits of the whole team's movement and movement after the ball is passed......

Ingrid looked at Eames with some stupidity.

Seeing his strange expression, Eames hurriedly stopped his mouth and touched his face: "Is there anything on my face?" ”

Ingrid retracted his gaze and shook his head: "No." I'm just wondering if your requirements are too high for Chu......"

Eames also found that he was too involved in what he said, and forgot that the person he used as an example was Chu Zhongtian, and it was already remarkable to be able to pass the kind of pass just now in the game, and he could only have such a good performance once in a while. As for what controls the rhythm of the whole team and the direction of attack, this kind of work is too far away for him now.

But his mouth was hard: "It's hard for him to do it now, but it doesn't mean that it will be difficult to do it in the future." Who knows what will happen to him in the future? ”

"Later?" Hearing this word, Ingrid simply laughed, "He is an international student, and he will graduate later." After graduating he left the team and here, and I don't think he will continue to play no matter where he is. ”

If you want to ask why Ingrid is so sure, it is because Chu Zhongtian does not participate in all the midweek games, and if there is a class in the afternoon of the training and he can't leave, he can't participate. Therefore, Ingrid has long known that Chu Zhongtian has no intention of playing football as a career. In fact, Ingrid has a little opinion about Chu Zhongtian, and it is also because he missed a lot of training and midweek games.

Not to mention Chu Zhongtian, how many people in this team plan to make a living from football as their main profession? Everyone signed part-time contracts. A lot of people have their own jobs and careers, and playing football is really just a part-time job. Some people have a "part-time job" that they don't have a job other than this one - they sign a part-time contract with the club, not because it's really a part-time job for them, but because Wimbledon Athletic is not qualified to sign a professional contract with the players right now, and they are not a professional football club themselves.

I'm afraid that there are only a few people who really want to make a living playing football. If the team does upgrade like a rocket, then it is estimated that 90 percent of these people will be replaced, they will leave the team, and Wimbledon will bring in some players who are stronger than them and can participate in the game consistently, and those players may be professional players who play football for a living.

Eames knew this, of course, but he only shrugged: "Who knows what will happen in the future?" ”

*※※ Eames and Ingrid were arguing over Chu Zhongtian's future, and Emily in the stands didn't think so long-term. After seeing Chu Zhongtian's long pass stopped by Bolger, she had already cheered loudly.

Now there are so many Wimbledon fans in the stands, only she understands best what Chu Zhongtian's kick just now.

It was ninety days in three months, rain or shine. Every day of non-stop training, training and retraining, enduring high temperatures, wind and rain, and high-intensity training torture, just for this moment!

In order to be able to pass such a ball on the field, he kept honing himself, never complained in the face of Russell's demanding training requirements, and never shouted tired or bitter.

To Joe. After Shirin scored the ball, she didn't cheer anymore, just stood there and clapped incessantly, with a faint smile on her face.

Chu must be the happiest, right?

※※※ Chu Zhongtian was indeed very happy, and after seeing the football being stopped by Bolger steadily, he couldn't help but clench his fists and roared: "Beautiful!" "He's not saying that Borger stopped beautifully, but he was praising his pass, and when he went out, he felt that he could pass it, and after he really passed it, he still couldn't suppress the excitement and excitement, which was a very fulfilling thing, and he did it.

He realized that not a single day of his three days of rain or shine had been wasted. There will be more and more such passes in the future! Now Chu Zhongtian feels that it is more rewarding to use a pass to organize a successful attack than to use a tackle to destroy an attack of the opponent.

Joe. After Schilling hit the ball into the goal, he pounced on Borger, who was passing the ball to him.

Chu Zhongtian also rushed forward excitedly, but halfway through he was killed by Kevin. Cooper hugged his neck: "Well passed, Chu!" This ball can be difficult. ”

Chu Zhongtian smiled and said to him: "It's better to pick up the blog." ”

"Don't be modest, is this the habit of you Chinese? You both have credit, but I'd say you're slightly older than him. Cooper used a force in his hand and completely hugged Chu Zhongtian to his side.

A large group of teammates caught up and wrapped the two of them in, and then took Joe. Schilling and Bolger get involved. They hugged each other and celebrated the goal.

After everyone dispersed, Borjie ran to Chu Zhongtian's side and complained to him: "How did you pass this ball?" If it's bigger, you'll fly out of bounds! If I hadn't chosen to stop the ball by smashing the ball, I'm afraid I would have gone out of bounds with me! ”

"Didn't you get rid of the opposing players who had been following you all this time?" Chu Zhongtian shrugged, he didn't feel that he had passed too much at that time and almost made a mistake. He had planned to do so from the beginning, only by passing as fast and far as possible could he allow Borger to give full play to his speed advantage, otherwise it would not help him if it passed directly to Bolger's feet. The best way to get rid of a hound-like opponent is to suddenly change the rhythm in high-speed movement, just like Borger just did, suddenly dunk the football down in the high-speed run, and then make a sudden stop to change direction, which is completely unexpected by the opponent, so it is only natural that the opposing player will be thrown off the field.

"That's because I'm fast and skilled!" Bolger was annoyed when he talked about it - if it weren't for my speed and good skills, this opportunity would have been wasted! Are you too embarrassed to mention this to me?

Chu Zhongtian laughed: "Look, it's because you're fast and skilled that I can pass such a ball." Well done, blog. He patted Bolger on the shoulder and sped back to his own half.

Borger didn't react for a while, he froze in place, thinking about "Is it because of his fast speed and good skills, Chu Zhongcai passed such a ball, or because he was fast and good at his skills to receive such a ball". It's a good thing he's not a computer, otherwise he would probably be stuck in an endless loop.

"Blog, it's back!" Captain Kevin. Cooper waved at him.

He answered before running back to his position, and then turned his head to look at Chu Zhongtian who was standing behind the middle circle. The Chinese kid seemed to be slowly becoming different, and the image he had seen for the first time was gradually peeling away. The football pitch of Wimbledon Art School in the twilight of that afternoon was far away from them, and they could barely remember what had happened.

It's hard to imagine that this is the Chinese kid who was played by him and Russell at that time.

Russell has said goodbye to football due to injury, how long can he continue to play like this?

And what about that Chinese kid?

Wimbledon's second goal was like a punch to Thurlock's chin, and their previous fighting spirit and fierce attack were wiped out with this conceded goal.

When Wimbledon scored two of their goals on their home turf three days ago, they could have blamed it on the home side and the cheers of the more than 3,000 home fans. What now?

On their pitch, they were scored two goals by the same opponent, how to explain it?

Coincidental?

Well, whether or not the opponent went shit luck, now they are two goals behind is a fact, a cruel truth.

The manager was unhappy with his team's performance off the pitch, but he didn't come up with anything other than scolding to change it. If he can get it, his team won't fall into the relegation zone just over two months after the league started.

Seeing this, Eames smiled at Ingerlich beside him: "Now I'm sure we can go to the FA Cup, as a team in the ninth division. ”

With that, he stood up.

"Don't underestimate you." Ingrid reminded him with a frown.

"Underestimating the enemy and being confident are two different things." Eames replied back, then walked to the sideline and shouted, "Two balls are not enough!" Don't stop if you can get more! ”

※※※The home team Therlock was very uncomfortable in the final game. On the one hand, they have to score at least two goals, and on the other hand, they have to watch out for Wimbledon's quick counter-attack, they can't concede any more goals, and if they continue to concede, they will have to score more goals. If you focus on defense, you can't attack with all your might, if you can't attack with all your strength, you can't equalize, and if you can't equalize, you can't keep a glimmer of hope for qualifying. And if they focus on attacking, and they can't keep the goal safe, if they can't keep the goal safe, they can concede the goal again, and if they concede the goal again, they won't be able to equalize, and if they can't equalize, they won't be able to qualify for the main game.

Either way, the result was the same – they couldn't qualify for the main event.

This is a very painful reality for all Thurlock players and fans.

In the end, Thurlock opted for a tragic attack - although the attack could be scored by Wimbledon again, but if they didn't, there was really no hope at all.

Their tireless efforts have been rewarded "somewhat". In the 77th minute, Sherlock took advantage of the relaxation of the Wimbledon players to score a goal, but it didn't help. Because before they could score, Wimbledon scored another goal – any idea why the Wimbledon players relaxed?

The two sides are still two goals apart, and there is not much time left before the end of the game.

In the following time, Eames did not ask the team to shrink the defense, but continued to stick to the counter-attacking tactics, even if they couldn't score goals, harassing Thurlock's backline, so that they could not press hard.

As the clock ticked, the score was still 3-1, Wimbledon was ahead, and the Wimbledon fans in the stands were already singing and dancing restlessly.

"Race! Race! We're going to the FA Cup! Oulala!! ”

Such a song is really harsh to the ears of the Sherlock players and fans...... sent the opponent to the main match on his home turf, and he was eliminated.

And Thurlock's fans felt even more embarrassed - just before the game started, they had laughed at Wimbledon Athletic's incompetence and wanted to enter the main game? Are we really when Sherlock is an ornament?

Now they have not become ornaments, but have become coffee tables full of cups (tragedy)...... Is there anything more tragic in the world?

When the referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the game, the Wimbledon substitutes, who had been waiting outside the pitch for a long time, rushed into the pitch and surrounded the exhausted eleven on the pitch.

"Hooray! Banzai! They chanted victory slogans, "We've qualified for the main event!" ”

Head coach Eames and his colleagues in the coaching staff hugged each other to celebrate the momentous victory.

It wasn't just them, in the stands, all the Wimbledon fans hugged each other.

Charles. Philip and Joseph. Kenny's first instinct after hugging each other is to go to Emily, and it would be a double blessing to be able to take the opportunity to hug Emily...... As a result, when I turned my head, I saw Colleen, the owner of the Wimble Bar. John was hugging Emily and cheering.

The two of them glanced at each other, and found that they were probably not the opponents of the fat boss combined, so they gave up the "evil idea" of taking advantage of them and cheered again.

"Long live, Wimbledon! Hooray, Crazy Gang!! ”

The 2,000-strong Wimbledon crowd erupted in huge cheers, and the Southpass Stadium became the home of Wimbledon Athletic.

Chris. Stewart, the first president of Wimbledon Athletic Club and his financial director, Eric Stewart. Samuelson was in the midst of the frenzied crowd of fans, and the two of them looked at the huddled players in the middle of the pitch and weren't as excited as the others.

"When you shouted those words at King's Ranch last year, could you have thought of today, Chris?" Samuelson asked Stewart, who was standing beside him.

"I didn't expect that I wouldn't dare to dream such a big dream......" Stewart muttered as he shook his head. We're back in the top league in a different format. ”

"Race, hey, FA Cup!" Samuelson clenched his fists, "TV broadcasts, ticket revenue, we don't have to be tight on our budget this season!" Awesome, I love these lads! ”

"Ha, you're so competent as a financial director!" Stewart laughed, and Eric hadn't forgotten the budget by this time. In fact, he has always felt that Samuelson is better suited to lead the club forward than himself. He is a pure fan, but he is not a management talent. His greatest wish is to stand in the stands behind the goal and cheer on Wimbledon, instead of being busy dealing with a lot of paperwork and socializing with all kinds of people every day.

Perhaps, when the season is over, he will consider handing over the chairmanship to Samuelson...... Wimbledon needs more development, so the guy who is the captain has to be Eric. Samuelson.

※※※ "Everything is wonderful, but the media is a little less ......" Joe scored twice in this game after being excited. Schilling looked at the reporters surrounding head coach Eames and complained.

"Want more media?" Kevin. Cooper patted him on the head, "Simple. Try to make it to the third round! ”

The first two rounds of the FA Cup were played against teams from League Two and League C, which, like the amateur leagues, are under-interested. Only when the main match reaches the third round, after the Premier League and League One teams join, the media will flock to it, and if they are lucky enough to draw the Premier League giants Manchester United, and it is still away, they will be on TV, and it will be broadcast live in England! At that point, the media from all over England will flock to cover their matches with the giants, win or lose and they will be famous, and they will be able to see how luxurious the five-star Old Trafford dressing room is, and I heard that there is a hot jacuzzi? There is also a warm-up room...... Oh my God, these things are unison's unimaginable for Wimbledon players in the ninth division! As long as they can reach the third round of the FA Cup, it could all be a reality!

"Third Round...... Sounds so far away......" someone sighed.

"Haha! Afraid of what? We've made it through all four rounds of qualifying, but are you still afraid of two rounds? What are English B and English C? "Gavin. Borger shouted excitedly.

Breaking into the main match made many of the team full of confidence, as if there was nothing in the world that could stop them. As a result, he easily had the support of the vast majority of his teammates.

"That's right, that's right! Goal Round 3!! Someone raised his fist and pointed it at the sky.

"Target Round 3!!" More people swung their fists into the sky.

Chu Zhongtian was also among them, he raised his fists high and shouted hoarsely with his teammates.

His student career has never been more dazzling.

(To be continued)