The cheers burst out from the Mead Lane arena will definitely make people think that the home team scored a goal, but in fact, those who made such a high decibel sound came from more than a thousand Wimbledon fans.

All Nords fans chose to remain silent at this time. They couldn't accept this fact. Less than a minute after the start of the game, they were led by a team from the Ninth Division!

What the hell is going on!

※※※The goal made Gavin Borger lose his center of gravity again, and he turned his head and staggered a few steps. When he saw the football rolling into the goal, the power supporting his body was instantly taken away, and he fell to the ground.

But the next second he jumped up from the ground, spread his arms and waved his fists hard, and stood there and roared hard, like a madman.

Wimbledon's players rushed towards him after seeing the football roll into the goal. Kevin Cooper, the first to run, showed his rare passion. He did not brake, but directly knocked Borger to the ground and then pressed himself on.

Qiao Xilin jumped up, and then more and more players rushed up, stacking the hell.

Chu Zhongtian also ran up, then shouted and pressed him up.

"Beautiful job! Blog!" someone shouted in the messy crowd.

"We made a fucking profit! We scored the goal on the first offense, hahaha!"

"It's all thanks to me. It's my idea, it's my idea!" Qiao Xilin was pressed under her and did not forget to seek credit for herself.

After they got up from the ground, they patted Borger's head and shouted in unison: "Five pounds! Five pounds! Five pounds!" This is the goal bonus.

Chu Zhongtian also has a share. He will get two pounds of assists, which is the first time he has received this prize. He has won a five pound goal prize in the past. But that goal is far less than this assist. This assist is too important, allowing them to lead early. Although there are nearly ninety minutes left in the following game, at least they are ahead of one position at the start.

Chu Zhongtian felt that someone slapped his back hard. He turned around and saw that Borge, whose hair was touched by his teammates.

"The circulated is so beautiful, hey!" Borge gave him a thumbs up. Maybe it was because of excitement, maybe it was because he was suppressed just now, and now his face is flushed.

"You are also in a beautiful life." Chu Zhongtian also gave him a thumbs up.

The two people's fists collided in the air.

※※※"We are the crazy gangs! We are the real crazy gangs!!" Wimbledon fans in the stands were still singing and scoring goals.

Boss John did not sing with him, he was concentrating on recording the competition. He had not yet passed the excitement, and his hand holding the DV was still trembling slightly.

"Joseph!" Philip grabbed Kenny's collar from the side, "Hurry! Slap me in the face!"

"Charles, are you crazy?" Kenny felt confused.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll suck you if you want me!" Philip yelled with his eyes wide open.

"Okay, this is what you asked me to smoke..." Kenny gently patted his good friend's face to show that he had been smoked.

"Are you slapping in the face? Use harder!!" Unexpectedly, Charles Philip didn't appreciate it at all. He shouted angrily. He pointed to his fat face and said, "Take me! Take!"

"You lunatic!" Kenny cursed.

"Bang!" This time, Kenny threw his slap on Philip's face, and a red five-finger mark appeared on his white and fat cheek.

"Damn... it hurts so much!" Philip covered his cheek and shouted. After Kenny finished slapping, he hurried behind Jackson, for fear that Philip would take revenge on him. He could not beat Philip in terms of size.

"Haha!" Unexpectedly, Philip did not want to take revenge, but laughed. "It hurts so much! This is not a dream! It is true! We are really ahead!! It is ahead of that second-class team!" Philip rushed over and pulled his good friend out of Uncle Jackson, and then gave him a powerful bear hug.

"Gavin Borger! The goalkeeper was Gavin Borger, Wimbledon's No. 17 player, playing as the right midfielder..." The intern commentator lowered his head and read the information on the list, and then found that there was only a little bit of information about Gavin Borger. "What a beautiful goal, isn't it?" He turned his head and wanted to ask the commentary guests around him, but then he remembered that he would be responsible for completing the commentary alone in this game.

"Yes, this is indeed a wonderful goal!" There was no way, he had to ask and answer himself. Although this seemed a bit stupid, it was better than leaving the topic here.

"I think I can even be selected as the best goal in the round! Anyway, this player of Wimbledon is famous! It's hard to imagine that he is just an amateur player... Did Nords County underestimate the enemy? Then maybe they will pay the price for their underestimation!"

※※Yes, Nords County did underestimate the opponent. Before the game, head coach Billy Dearden mentioned that this game was just letting the team play at will and end the battle in the first half.

The players' ideas are the same as the head coach, and they all think that there is nothing to be afraid of in a team in the ninth league. Although there was no shortage of "dragon slaying stories" in the FA Cup in the past when low-level teams defeated senior teams, with the establishment of the Premier League, a large amount of capital was integrated into England scouts. The gap between giant teams and small and medium-sized teams is rapidly widening, and professional teams and amateur teams have also become two completely different worlds. So those "dragon slaying stories" have now become "legends"... Although there are also upset games, there are rarely upsets with a level 6 difference in league levels. At most, the B teams defeated the super teams, and they are all professional teams.

The difference between having money and not having money is not just a few league levels.

Nords, who underestimated the enemy, did not expect that they would be led by the Ninth League team, but they were not too frightened or furious. When the game started, they still played slowly, which was their usual rhythm.

If Nordsshire is an elephant, Wimbledon is an ant. For Nordsshire, this conceding was just a bite by an ant, and it happened to be bitten to the softest place, so it hurts a little, but there is no worry about life. There are almost ninety minutes left in the game, and they have plenty of time to tie the score and overtake.

Even after five minutes, the Nords County striker wasted an almost bound goal opportunity, and Dearden just waved his hand and didn't feel anything bad.

On the contrary, Wimbledon's coach Eames seemed nervous. Noston scored the ball just now, so he was furious off the court, scolding the players, especially the defensive players, who asked them to pay attention to defense and concentrate, and no longer give their opponents such opportunities!

"Defense! Defensive at the whole line!" Chu Zhongtian shouted on the court, asking all those waiting in front to return to defense. Now they have scored a goal, and the offense has lost its meaning. Let's talk about defending the advantage of this goal first. After all, the opponent is a professional team, and they can't easily resist it if they really want to show their power. If there are still a few people in the frontcourt and don't come back, it would be too arrogant.

In the next game, Nords besieged Wimbledon's penalty area, while the Mad Gang players all retreated to the 30-meter area, Kevin Cooper became a midfielder, while Chu Zhongtian almost turned into a central defender.

As time passed, Nordsshire's offensive became more and more powerful, and they seemed to realize that the enemy in front of them was difficult to deal with... but they were just a little conscious and did not have too strong intentions.

They could have done better on several attacks, but underestimating the enemy and being too relaxed made them squander easily.

However, Wimbledon fans were very nervous, afraid that the advantage of one goal would be gone in a blink of an eye. Every time Nords' attack would make their heart beat wildly and suddenly stop. This stimulation is really not something that ordinary people can bear. So when the first half ended, Old Bente and Boss John's faces were a little uncomfortable. They were both older and watching such exciting games, which really made them suffer... At the end of the first half, Wimbledon unexpectedly led 1:0 away, which was destined to become a topic of discussion among fans of both sides during the break.

The intern commentator threw away the heavy headphones on his head while the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half, and then took out his cell phone to call the on-duty director in the live broadcast car outside.

"I need the most detailed Wimbledon player information, especially the goal No. 17 Gavin Borger! All the information can be obtained! If Wimbledon can win this game, they will be popular! Including the goal kid, they will be popular!"

※※※In the locker room, Terry Eames looked at the players with a smile. He had asked who the goal was. He praised everyone and was very happy that the team could adapt to the situation. After all, he, as a head coach, cannot plan everything for the team. Sometimes the players still need to decide what to do.

"You guys did a good job. I originally planned that if we could hold the first seventy minutes, we would give it a try in the last twenty minutes. Now this goal gives us more room for maneuver. The defense is still like this in the second half, but it is not that we will have to defend until the end of the game after we lead one goal. By the 75th minute, if Nords still fails to score, we will start to try to counterattack. In addition, we should pay attention to making full use of the opportunity of set pieces. Our set pieces practice is not in vain. Be extra careful in the second half and do not underestimate the opponent, because Nords' offensive will definitely be much more violent than in the first half. If the defender gets the ball, he will kick out to the outside! The medium and long pass is simpler. If the forward has the opportunity to shoot, he will shoot directly, and don't pass it around again."

This was full of confidence, and the players did not think that the boss was wrong about saying this. They nodded and said they knew.

Next, Eames praised Chu Zhongtian again, but not for his performance in the offense, but in the first half of defense, Chu Zhongtian basically frozen the opponent's midfield core Darren Kasky. As mentioned in the information, Kasky's excellent skills, but his physical fitness was poor, which made him only rely solely on his skills to break through and pass the ball. Once Chu Zhongtian puts himself on his body and uses aggressive movements to defend, he will seem at a loss.

You should know that the defensive movements in England's ninth League are even more brutal than in the second division, and there are many small moves that are not noticed by the referees. After Chu Zhongtian started to make a few black feet, Kasky became honest. The core player obviously did not want to be injured in such a game. In addition, the club's prospects are unclear. If the team can't afford enough money on December 8th and is disbanded, where will he play football with a wounded leg?

"You did a good job in the first half, Chu. Keep doing this in the second half. I don't want you to block the eye. Just stare at Darren Kasky, so that he can't organize the attack or score himself."

Chu Zhongtian said: "I know, boss."

"Oh, and in addition, try not to take cards. We can't afford to rotate."

This time, Chu Zhongtian just nodded and said nothing. Whether the boss can tell the card or not, and he agreed to it himself is not sure. This thing is not accurate. Because there is no way to die in the game field now. If Chu Zhongtian is the only one left in the backcourt, the opponent will launch a large counterattack and look like he is about to break through himself. There is no other way to stop him except for fouls. Do you think he is a foul or not?

He will 99% of the time he will foul, even if he knows that this foul will bring him a red card, he will not hesitate. If the team loses the game because of the lack of him, he will feel a little regretful, but the next time he encounters the same situation, he will still make a choice to foul.

In the next time, Eames said everything he should say, and then let the team rest.

※※※In another locker room, the Nords County head coach was losing his temper.

"Look at the good things you did in the first half! One goal is behind! It's so funny to say it! No matter what your reasons are, I must give me a score in the second half! I can't allow me to be eliminated by an amateur team in the first round of the FA Cup!"

The players were scolded by the boss and didn't say anything, but they were not afraid of the coach's authority, but were absent-minded. The team's salary was almost impossible to afford, so how could they have any intention to put it on the game? The game against Chelsea was good because it was a game that could bring a lot of money to the team, and the rich Chelsea also stimulated the players, making the team score two goals together.

In this game, teams of Wimbledon's level really couldn't stimulate Nords.

It is natural for us to win Nordsshire, and fans will not think it is great. And with our own strength, we should have won. Isn’t it easy to win this little ant?

A group of players did not take the head coach's roar seriously. What they thought was that by December 8, the club could really raise 3.2 million pounds to save the team? If they couldn't get it out, the team was disbanded, what would they do? After this game, hurry up and ask the agent to find a home for themselves... When they walked back onto the court, the head coach said something, but actually didn't listen. They looked up to look at the opponents in front of them.

Wimbledon? Division IX? One goal behind? It doesn't matter.

Forty-five minutes are enough to beat you.
Chapter completed!