"Understanding the enemy! It's our biggest problem!" Stuart Murdoch said to his players in the locker room. The players were not very interested and had few reactions to his generous speeches.

"I ask you to be serious in the second half. The opponent in front of you is just an amateur team. As long as you can be serious, it is not a problem to defeat them!"

Leo Cook seemed very fighting spirit. He clenched his fists and listened carefully to the boss's words, thinking that the boss was right.

But then he was criticized by the boss: "Nigel. Your performance in the first half was too bad! Can't you even deal with an amateur player?"

The anger in Leo Cook's heart was ignited, and the No. 8 player made him very upset. He must give him some excellence in the second half!

Murdoch was still adding fuel to the fire: "You were selected for the English Under-19 youth team! You are the star of hope! You have to show some strength!"

Leo Cook was upset by his yelling, but he couldn't shut up his boss, otherwise it would be his turn to be cleaned up.

He just clenched his fists tightly and stared at a certain water bottle with gritted teeth.

※※※In the visiting team's locker room, Eames was praising the team's performance, but his praise was at the end: "You did a good job, but only that. You should know that our goal is not to come here to score a goal, but to win the game and eliminate them! So we should continue to play like this in the second half. In the first half, we were very successful in the defense of several key figures of them. Chu Your little move was wonderful, and we continued to harass that Rio Cook in the second half. Although he was the captain, he was only nineteen years old. He was the same age as you, and he was not much mature. He angered him and made him lose his calmness."

Chu Zhongtian nodded.

"We shrink our defense in the second half and wait for an opportunity to counterattack. The opponent's counterattack will definitely be very, very fierce, but as long as we can defend the first twenty-five minutes, the opponent will become impatient, and then it will be our chance! Try to seize every opportunity of set pieces. In less than the last second, I did not hear the referee's three whistles. Don't let me relax in advance!"

※※※When the second half began, Chu Zhongtian still followed Rio Cook. After several fights, he could feel that Rio Cook's mentality was not balanced. It seemed that his small moves in the first half played a role.

Chu Zhongtian thought of the boss Eames' words, so he used his knees to give Leo Cook a little behind the thigh.

As soon as Leo Cook received the ball, he felt a stinging pain from his right thigh. He gasped in pain and passed the ball out before the opponent grabbed the ball. However, the pain in the thigh muscles still stimulated his brain nerves. He was full of anger and felt that the oriental man behind him was too despicable and shameless!

Anger blinded his mind, and the idea of ​​revenge instantly occupied his entire brain. The raging fire was burning, and there was only one thought in his mind: "Give that kid some!"

Leo Cook turned around and slammed Chu Zhongtian hard on the forehead.

I saw Chu Zhongtian’s head tilted, and it seemed that he didn’t hit him. But when he reached out to cover the corner of his eyes, bright red blood soon oozed out of his fingers!

He was injured!

The referee's whistle sounded.

"Oh my God...what did he do?" Motterson said in the commentary seat, "An elbow strike! Now Rio Cook is finished!"

"Damn it!" Wimbledon's head coach Stuart Murdoch cursed with his head in his arms when he saw this scene off the court. He knew that it was a red card that would definitely not be able to escape.

Seeing his teammates being elbowed and bleeding, Wimbledon Athletics teammates rushed up one after another, surrounding Leo Cook who was hitting the man. He was so excited that he almost took action. Wimbledon players rushed up to protect their captain. For a moment, the situation on the court was tense, and the fans in the stands booed and expressed strong indignation for Leo Cook's elbow just now.

"Bitch! You have the ability to come for me!" Charles Philip was very excited in the stands. Kenny had to hug him, for fear that he would jump down again if he was excited.

"The person who beats someone and has no assholes!!" Even Yang Yang scolded.

"This bastard!" Emily didn't care about her image, she raised her middle finger to the bottom, and kept booing Leo Cook.

"I used to like watching him play football..." Jackson also looked dissatisfied, "Leo Cook's performance disappointed me!"

Leo Cook's elbow completely shattered the fantasies in the hearts of those who still had the last touch of affection for the team - they were not all the people ever since.

※※※"God, you are bleeding..." Gavin Borger looked at Chu Zhongtian and took his hand away. There was a hole in the corner of his eyes. Blood was flowing out of it, flowing down his cheeks and up to his chin. He exclaimed.

Chu Zhongtian wiped it and looked down at the red blood stains in his palm.

"Fuck..." He whispered, "That kid is really cruel..."

"You need to receive treatment! Team doctor! Our team doctor..." Borger shouted halfway before remembering that they had no team doctor to follow them... "What a fucking bastard!"

When head coach Terry Eames and assistant coach Nicky Ingrich saw this scene off the court, their first reaction was to go to the team doctor, but their subsequent performance was the same as Bolger - they both lowered their heads and cursed. The club borrowed money this season and acquired Kings Ranch, with tight funds, so the team doctors were all part-time... The part-time team doctor happened to have something to come today.

Eames stood up and went to find the fourth official to explain the situation to him, hoping that he could think of a solution.

After hearing his story, the fourth official thought to himself that it is really an amateur team, but such an amateur team actually led a Class A team away... He nodded: "I'll help you ask the home team to see if their team doctor can come up and help."

"Thank you so much, sir!" Eames breathed a sigh of relief when he heard him say this.

"It's my duty." The fourth official shrugged and turned toward the home coach.

Murdoch was still angry at Leo Cook's unnecessary foul this time - as the captain of the team, he would lose his calmness because of the entanglement of an amateur team, and do such a bad thing as elbowing his opponent, and in such an important game... it was simply that he didn't know what to say!

At this moment, he saw the fourth official coming towards him. Was he going to remind him to pay attention to restraining his subordinates' actions? That was not his instructive, and he did not ask the players to play boxing with his opponents during the break... "Mr. Murdoch?" the fourth official shouted.

"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Fourth Officer?" Murdoch looked at him in confusion.

"It's like this... The players of the visiting team were injured, but they didn't have a team doctor. Can you ask your team doctor to help deal with the wounded player?" The fourth official pointed to Chu Zhongtian who was being pushed down by Borger. He did not continue to cover the wound, half of his face was covered in blood, which looked shocking.

Murdoch glanced, then nodded: "No problem, this is what we should do." Yes, his player injured the opponent, so it is natural to take someone to treat him. Not only that, he also hopes that this action can relieve the referee's disgust towards them, so don't make things too difficult for his team in future games... He turned around and hooked up on the coach's seat: "James, go and deal with the wounded player's wound and stop the bleeding and bandage him."

"Okay, boss." Team doctor James Carter kicked into the medical box and reported to the court.

※※※Chu Zhongtian was pushed out step by step by step by step by Borge, and behind them was the noise of players from both sides entangled and accusing each other.

"You go and do some bleeding treatment, no matter who you are looking for." Borger said to him, "Don't worry about other things!"

Chu Zhongtian did not feel the pain. He is now just worried that the wounds in the corners of his eyes will affect his performance in the game.

It was so dangerous just now. If he hadn't avoided it in advance, the other party's elbow would have hit him in the eye directly. By then, it would probably not be as simple as bleeding.

The other party was really merciless... Although he successfully angered the other party, Ye paid a heavy price.

Wimbledon's team doctor ran up there, "I'll stop the bleeding for you, wipe the blood clean first."

When Borge saw the opponent's team doctor coming up to help, he felt relieved. After handing over Chu Zhongtian to the opponent, he ran back. I don't know what the situation was.

※※※ Wimbledon and Wimbledon Athletics players crowded together and blamed each other.

"If you didn't have too many small moves, how could Nigel lose his calmness! All of this was caused by you. Your players were injured. I want me to say I deserve it!"

"Which defense wasn't it a foul when I got the ball on the wing? Now your people are bleeding, and they blame us in turn?" Leonard Mogan was very excited because he was violated by opponents many times. He even thought that the Wimbledon Athletics player who was beaten was his own fault, although he did not come to violate himself... "It's because you play football too dirty!"

"Don't you go shit!" Most of the players at Wimbledon are fans and are low-level players. They do not have as many concerns as professional players, and they speak more directly and more popularly.

Qiao Xilin opened his mouth and said a series of swear words, recreating his demeanor of being a scumbag in the Chelsea reserve team.

"You guys never foul the football game in your whole life, right? You never used small moves in your whole life? Now you start to scream, call your mom! Go back to your mom's uterus, a group of cowards without eggs!" If Kevin Cooper hadn't pulled it hard, Xilin might have rushed up to fight with the other party long ago. Chu Zhongtian is his good friend, and his good friend was beaten to the head and bleeding. How could he be calm?

"If you can't kick, you'll hit someone. You might as well practice boxing together, a bunch of miscellaneous people!" Steve Gibson was young and energetic, and also became a pioneer in scolding.

The referee was sandwiched between two pairs and asked them to shut up, otherwise they would start killing!

This trick worked very well. After hearing that the referee was about to transform into a card dealer, the players of the two teams immediately shut up.

During the entire conflict, the culprit Rio Cook stood outside, deliberately protected by his teammates and did not participate. If he not only led the way in beating people, but also led the way in cursing people, then even if the head coach transformed into the devil Satan, this fight would probably be inevitable.

After the urge to elbow, Leo Cook had calmed down. He turned his head to look at Chu Zhongtian who was being treated by their team doctor on the sidelines. Although the No. 8 approach made him very upset, to be fair, it did not cause much damage to him. It was all a bit of a flaw that could be done with pain. Moreover, he used this method when defending, and it was not an unforgivable behavior. However, his own elbow... not only caused damage to his opponent, but he would definitely be sent off by a red card.

Sure enough, after dealing with the dispute between the two teams, the referee lined up and walked to Rio Cook, showed him the red card that he had already held in his hand, and pointed at the bottom of the field, indicating that he would come to the field by himself.

※※※"Red card! There is no doubt that this is indeed a foul that should be directly sent off! Leo Cook lost his calmness and deserved to be punished..." Motson said.

"But in this way, one person is missing and one point behind, Wimbledon will be difficult to play..." Pierce murmured.

But Motson seemed very excited: "Is this a good sign for Wimbledon? Ha!"

※※※Leo Cook took off the captain's armband helplessly and handed it to the same young central defender Leggotwood. Leggotwood patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.

Wimbledon Athletics fans in the stands booed Leo Cook out of the field.

When he walked to the sidelines, he turned a corner and walked towards Chu Zhongtian, who was still receiving treatment.

James Cartel had already treated Chu Zhongtian's wound. The wound was not big, but the blood at the beginning was a bit scary - a large part of it was because Chu Zhongtian wiped it down his cheek.

Now a band-tip was posted on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "That's fine, don't worry, there's nothing to worry about. But try not to use this to hit the ball." Team Doctor James Cartel instructed, as if he told the players of his team. As a team Doctor, when he saw the injured, he did not tell whether it was our side or the enemy player.

"Thank you." Chu Zhongtian expressed his gratitude to him.

"Don't be polite." James Cartel smiled at him: "I know your story because I have worked in this team for ten years. I admire you very much. If you can win..." He paused, "That's because you are better than us. Good luck, Chinese boy."

Cartel said goodbye to Chu Zhongtian, packed up the medical box and left. Rio Cook walked up and stretched out his hand: "I'm sorry for what happened just now, I'm a little impulsive. I know that nothing is useful now... But I still hope you understand that I'm not targeting you, it's because of the game."

Chu Zhongtian glanced at him and stretched out his hand: "I understand, so do I."

After shaking hands, Leo Cook ended in disgrace.

Chu Zhongtian was called aside by head coach Eames.

"Let me see..." He carefully observed the corners of Chu Zhongtian's eyes. "How do you feel?"

"It seems like there is a little shadow..." Chu Zhongtian pointed to the part of the band sticker.

"Well, normal, there is more layer of stuff... Is it dizzy?"

Chu Zhongtian shook his head: "Don't be dizzy, boss."

"Very good, you're doing a good job!" Eames patted his shoulder hard, then pushed him out, "Get ready to go!"

Chu Zhongtian turned around and asked him: "Boss, Rio Cook is over, who am I watching?"

Eames shook his head: "No need to stare at people, please defend the area."

"Okay, boss." Chu Zhongtian agreed, raised his hand, and signaled the referee that he could play.

※※※ When Chu Zhongtian returned to the court, he received applause from all the Wimbledon Athletics fans.

Emily stood in the stands and tried her best to applaud Chu Zhongtian.

"Chu returned to the court again, and it doesn't seem to be a big problem." Motterson said, "Listen to the applause, it seems that he has a high status in the minds of Wimbledon Athletics fans. I really can't believe that the person in front of me is just an international student... If he was a professional player, I'm afraid he is already..."

He glanced at Pierce, and Pierce continued: "You've already played in the professional league... His level is very high."

Motson laughed: "I believe that after this game, this international student should be worried about whether to continue to go to school or play football."

※※※ Chu Zhongtian returned to the court and continued to participate in the game. The difference in the number of players between the two sides showed. Leo Cook's red card ended not only to make Wimbledon missing one person. In the first half, the team underestimated the opponent, but in the second half, he became impatient and had no rules at all. He just kept attacking. Most people chose to do it alone after getting the ball. Cooperation is the most annoying.

Perhaps it was Rio Cook's fate that angered them, but unfortunately they did not vent their anger to the right place. They thought that with their own professional players' personal abilities, they would be able to easily deal with this amateur team.

They obviously underestimated how firm the team’s belief in wanting to beat them is – as solid as a rock!

The fierce offensive of professional team Wimbledon was strongly defended by amateur team Wimbledon. More than half of the second half passed, and the score was still 0:1, and the visiting Wimbledon Athletics led the lead.

As Eames said during the break, after finding that he couldn't defeat, Wimbledon's professional players began to become impatient. They even complained to each other after their teammates shot the ball.

"This is a good sign!" Qiao Xilin, who was returning to defense, snapped his fingers and said proudly after seeing this scene.

"Hey, guys! Work harder, they're almost out of the way!" He shouted in anger, causing many Wimbledon players to glare. He was the vanguard in the conflict just now and has been remembered by many opponents.

As the game time passes, for Wimbledon Athletics players, the victory of this game is getting closer and closer...
Chapter completed!