James Merry stood in the stands, clenched his fists, staring at everything that was happening on the court with gritted teeth and stared at him. But he himself didn't realize it at all - he had completely devoted himself to the game.

He has never been a fan of Wimbledon. Although he is from Wimbledon, he supports Arsenal. When he was very young, he first went to watch the football live. His father took him to Highbury to watch an Arsenal game. Since then, he has become an Arsenal fan. No matter whether Arsenal plays well or not, he has never given up his love for Arsenal. Now his father who took him to Highbury to watch the football has long passed away, and he inherited his father's love for Arsenal. He has two daughters, and his eldest daughter has successfully fallen in love with Arsenal. He also wants to train his second daughter to become an Arsenal fan.

But now he was a little hesitant.

He felt that the team in front of him, which was entirely composed of fans, was also worthy of his liking. He even wanted more people to like to support this team because they were closer to him... They are an amateur team, composed entirely of fans, so their purpose of playing football is not to make money, but because they like to love football. Such a team needs his support more than Arsenal.

※※※When the game time became less and less, Motson became excited.

"There are less than fifteen minutes left before the end of ninety minutes, but now the lead is Wimbledon Athletics! An amateur team from the ninth league! Audience friends, what you are seeing is a competition in the third round of the FA Cup in the 2003-04 season. This game has attracted much attention, not because it is a strong conversation, but because it is a confrontation between professional teams and amateur teams! The FA Cup is an event that encourages upsets. In another fifteen minutes, maybe we will witness another upset!"

Motson's emotional tendencies are already obvious. As an experienced commentator, he cannot not know that football is a sport that cannot easily draw conclusions within the last second, but he still sentenced the professional team to death fifteen minutes in advance.

Pierce smiled while listening. During the halftime break, he chatted with Motson and knew that Motson did not like the home team. Because the team abandoned the fans who supported him, just to increase the ticket revenue, or to put it bluntly, it was just to make the land close to IKEA Furniture City and Asda Supermarket. Motson is a football lover, and he also cannot tolerate such betrayal of football. Now he can take revenge.

※※Winkelman sat on the rostrum and watched the game on the field. During the halftime break, he finally resisted not kicking the locker room door, but now he regretted that he didn't do that. The performance of these bastards was simply too bad!

They can't even handle an amateur team!

When I remembered that I swear before the game that amateur teams could not pose a threat to their team, Winkleman now wants to swear.

Bastard boys! You guys have made me embarrassed and thrown me to all of England!

And that Rio Cook! I don’t care whether you are the fucking captain or not. After this season, you can get out of here!

※※※Emily is singing songs cheering for Wimbledon with other fans. In the past, these were cheering for that professional team, but now she has modified the lyrics to sing them to the amateur team Wimbledon.

"...We are the real crazy gang! Go forward, Wimbledon Athletics!!"

Even Yang Yang couldn't help but yell with the fans, although there were many places where he didn't know what he was singing, and just opened his mouth and roared.

This is one of the charms of football: vent your own emotions!

It's only five minutes before the end of the game.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian just completed a defense, and now it's their turn to attack. He didn't rush up to join in the fun because his midfield partner Lee Sidwell went up and he had to stay to defend.

Their own offense is quite like that. Looking at the group of professional players who were frantically beaten by them, it really makes me feel accomplished!

Borger's cross was hit by the opponent's fullback and was hit by the baseline and corner kick.

Chu Zhongtian originally planned to stay in the backcourt to defend, but he heard head coach Eames shouting his name off the court: "Go up and attack! Chu! Go up and fight for a header!"

Since the team reached the FA Cup main match, Chu Zhongtian was assigned to the offensive group during corner kick training, but in actual games he didn't always go up to compete for the top, and he never scored with corner kicks.

Chu Zhongtian pointed at himself.

Eames nodded.

So Chu Zhongtian ran up. Seeing that he was coming up, Sidwell ran back consciously to defend.

As the two passed by, Sidwell brigades with him: "In one of them!"

※※※Emily saw Chu Zhongtian running towards the opponent's penalty area in the stands, and she was excited: "Chu is coming! It seems that he is coming to compete for this corner kick! Maybe there will be a chance to score!!"

No wonder she was so excited. Chu Zhongtian had already scored a goal for Wimbledon in the official game, but when the goal was scored, Emily herself was not on the scene. This became a regret in Emily's heart. If Chu Zhongtian could score in this game, she would be on the scene and could witness this exciting scene with her own eyes. The regret would be made up.

"Yes! Chu's header is very powerful!" Philip said, slapped his thigh.

"Let's cheer for him together!" Colin John, as the leader of these fans, took the lead and shouted: "Chu! Enter one! Chu! Enter one!"

Others followed him and their voices became louder and louder, and some other fans joined - they thought this was a new round of cheering action. In the end, when Chu Zhongtian stood in front of the opponent's goal, half of the stadium was shouting his name and asking him to enter...Borge looked back at the stage and then laughed. Now, that kid became famous, must be famous. This is a national live broadcast!

Qiao Xilin gave Chu Zhongtian a thumbs up and whispered: "Don't worry, I will cover you!"

Borge retracted his gaze, raised his right hand, and then stretched out his index finger. This was the gesture code using the first set of corner kick tactics. After seeing it, Chu Zhongtian turned around and exited the penalty area, standing outside the penalty area and waiting.

If everything goes well, the football will be kicked forward by Borger, and he will insert into the penalty area while he kicks his feet, sprint, and then jump high to compete for the header. Joe Xilin at the front point will attract the opponent's defender. Whether he can win the ball depends on him.

This is the team's first corner kick tactics. It has been used several times in previous games, but the landing points opened by Borger are always pushed out by the opponent's defender.

I don't know what the result will be this time.

※※※ "Wimbledon Athletic won a corner kick, and the game has reached the 82nd minute. Will this become an opportunity for Wimbledon Athletic to expand the score, or will it be caught by Wimbledon and fight back?"

※※※"Note, we have to fight back!" central defender Leggotwood, who took over as Rio Cook, shouted loudly, "Press their balls out and pay attention to counterattack quickly!" His judgment was correct, and every corner kick could be the beginning of the team's counterattack. As the game approached the end, such a counterattack opportunity became more important.

After shouting, he took a special look at the No. 8 player of Wimbledon Athletics cruising outside. There was a band-aid in the corner of his right eye, which was very eye-catching. In the previous game, he already knew that this person's header and bounce were excellent. There were several crosses on his team's offense that were for him to destroy. So now what he was standing outside the penalty area was about to come out - he was going to compete for this header, so he was sprinting for such a long distance. Once he hit the football, the speed should not be underestimated. As long as he could hit the goal within the range of the goal frame, the possibility of scoring was very high!

So he cared about No. 8. He had already made up his mind that if the corner kick was taken and the opponent rushed in, he would guard against him. For this reason, he handed over the opponent's two central defenders to his teammates and stared at Chu Zhongtian.

Borger took a step back, leaving room for himself to run, and then put his hand down, and he was about to kick off.

Chu Zhongtian glanced at Borge and turned his eyes to the penalty area. He easily found a way out of the crowd. At the same time, his intuition made him notice a pair of eyes staring at him.

Following the pair of eyes, he found the master of his eyes - Wimbledon acting captain Legtwood with the captain's armband.

A tall black defender is demonstrating to him with his eyes.

Chu Zhongtian read the meaning in his eyes, because he often does this - this is my territory, so you better not do anything randomly!

Chu Zhongtian smiled at him: I'm going to do whatever I want, please stop me if you have the ability!

With a dull bang, Borger kicked the football out. The two people looking at each other withdrew their gaze at the same time. Chu Zhongtian watched the football rush into the penalty area. Legtwood lined up the people in front of him and ran towards the intersection of Chu Zhongtian and the football.

British Mikel Legtwood, 1.88 meters tall.

The Chinese Chu Zhongtian is 1.80 meters tall.

This is the first time the two of them have met in the game. Will the eight centimeter gap determine the outcome of this match?

Chu Zhongtian looked up at the football from beginning to end. A man from the corner of his eyes killed him. He didn't have to look at who he was. He estimated the distance between himself and the football and the landing point of the football. He suddenly jumped up and flew towards the football! He planned to use his head to hit the ball. The part of the ball touching the ball was exactly the forehead on the side where the band-tip was posted. At this time, he completely forgot about the reminder from Wimbledon.

Just as Chu Zhongtian jumped up, Legtwood also jumped up, his target also being football.

But when the football flew over, the two met in the air. Chu Zhongtian, who was eight centimeters shorter than Legtwood, was not at all at a disadvantage. His bounce skills were amazing.

Leggettwood only needs to push the football directly out, and Chu Zhongtian has to push the football into the goal because he is facing the goal sideways, so he still needs to shake his head, which creates difficulty for him.

Who can win?

The next second, the two people collided together!

It seemed as if it had sparked a thousand lights, and their collision made the audience unable to help but close their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, they happened to see the football hitting the ball net and being rolled up by the ball net... The football was in the gate, and the two were still in the air, maintaining the posture of the moment when they collided - Chu Zhongtian leaned forward, shook his head and twisted his waist, losing the center of gravity. Legtwood slapped one hand on Chu Zhongtian's shoulder, and the other hand was raised high, trying to maintain balance in the air. His head was poked forward and made a move to push the ball. If there were eyes on the back of his head, he would definitely be able to see the football he was trying to push the ball behind him... This is really a beautiful sports portrait. Behind the goal, the flashes of more than a dozen photographers were flashing one after another, and they were trained into a piece. It was like a straightened pearl necklace!

※※"The ball has entered-!!!" Motson screamed. "2:0!2:0!!"

Leggetwood's hand was pressed on Chu Zhongtian's shoulder, and he fell down. Fortunately, his balance ability was not weak, and he kept adjusting his focus in the air. When he landed, he was a little embarrassed. He used his hands and feet to not eat shit directly. He didn't care about his opponent's little movement, because his heart was as sweet as drinking honey water!

After he shook his head and hit the ball, he saw the ball flying into the goal from between the post and the crossbar!

The ball has entered!!

It was not his first goal, but it was his first time in the FA Cup!

"Chu is the first Chinese player to score in the FA Cup 132 years history, a Chinese student! An amateur player!" At this time, Motson's strong and powerful record played a key role. He had almost no thoughts and directly reported the historical significance of the ball.

It is completely correct that Chu Zhongtian is the first Chinese to score in the FA Cup, the oldest regular cup in the world!

※※Yang Yang widened his eyes before seeing the information from the opposite court - his roommate, his fellow villager, and his classmate Chu Zhongtian scored!

Then he was suddenly overturned to his arms, with two soft objects pressing on his chest... Emily's scream sounded in his ears: "Great! Great! Great!" He almost broke his eardrums.

Not just Emily, everyone around him was crazy.

Boss Colin John and Old Bente hugged each other, and tears burst out from laughing. Charles Philip and Joseph Kenny were almost kneeling on the ground. Which of the others was not cheering with their arms raised?

The entire stands...the entire national hockey stadium was trembling!

Because they lead two goals!

The amateur team from the Ninth Division led a team in the League One with two goals!

"This game is destined to be the biggest upset in this FA Cup! No, maybe it will also become the biggest upset in the FA Cup this season!" Motson shouted hysterically. "I really find it hard to believe my eyes. Wimbledon Athletics actually led Wimbledon two goals! You must know that this team is just formed by fans of the latter. Many of them were even supporters of the home team! It was just because Winkelman moved the team to Milton Keynes, and the angry Wimbledon fans formed this team... Now, I think Mr. Winkelman must have felt the anger from the fans very well!"

He even said in his heart: including mine, asshole!

※※※ Chu Zhongtian used his hands and feet to make himself fall to the ground. He quickly got up from the ground, then turned around and ran to the stands opposite. The most hardcore fan of the crazy gang were there, including Emily and Boss John.

When he scored the goal, his mind went blank. After he reacted, the first sentence echoed in his ears was Emily's words: "I'm thinking... how will a person like you celebrate after scoring the goal..."

With this sentence, Emily's smile came to her mind.

Emily let go of Yang Yang, who was already blushing, and did not care at all that she had caused great trouble to the other party. She turned around and saw Chu Zhongtian running towards the stands where she was, and quickly raised the sign that had been used for more than a season - "Chu, come on!"

She was reminding Chu Zhongtian that she was here.

Chu Zhongtian ran very fast. When he rushed to the stands, his teammates had not yet followed. Instead, goalkeeper Andy Bale got the moon first when he was close to the water. He threw the goal and rushed towards Chu Zhongtian.

Chu Zhongtian pointed at Emily in the stands and the fans around her, then clenched his fists and beat his heart. Then he grabbed the jersey and lowered his head to kiss the team logo. This was the first team he played for. He had completely fallen in love with this team and the fans here, and gave him a kiss, which was not at all pretentious.

His actions made the Wimbledon Athletics fans in the stands extremely excited. They shouted Chu Zhongtian's name and responded to the loyalty expressed by Chu Zhongtian.

When he looked up again, he was surrounded by teammates who flocked to him. They whirled to the fans in the stands and interacted passionately with the fans in the stands.

Behind them, in the distant half, Wimbledon's professional players stood there in a daze, and some of them didn't come back to their senses - we lost the ball again? We were actually scored two goals by an amateur team? God! This must be a dream! It's a nightmare... Hell! Why are those cheers so real? In our own home court, the cheers for the away team goals are louder than the voices of the home team fans. It's really ironic... Has the world changed? Why are we led by an amateur team two goals?

"I guess the injury stop time will be five minutes, because Chu was injured, and now there are seven minutes left before injury stop time... Can Wimbledon score two goals in these twelve minutes to create a miracle?" Motterson said in a sarcastic tone, "Do you feel surprised and uncomfortable when I say that? Facing an amateur team, ask a professional team if it can create miracles... In the past, such lines were prepared for the weak. Now it's completely reversed!"

Motson is indeed such a commentator with a clear love and hate. He often brings his emotions into football match commentary, and even was criticized by the English Football Association for saying that he once scolded the poor performance of England internationals when commenting on England matches.

He believes that if the football commentator has no passion, the commentator should die.

He can't wait to shout "Long live the fans" after the game.

※※※James Merry jumped out of the stands when he saw the Chinese boy he was familiar with smashing the ball into the goal.

He will only perform like this when watching Arsenal's game, because Arsenal scored a goal.

But today, when he saw an amateur team leading the A-level team two goals, those energetic amateur players gave him such an impulse:

Starting today, be a fan of the crazy gang!
Chapter completed!