Stuart Murdoch replaced all his forwards who could be replaced on the court, replaced the defender, and prepared to make a desperate attempt in the last few minutes.

Although Chu Zhongtian scored his first goal in the FA Cup and was also the first goal scored by the Chinese in the history of the FA Cup, he did not take it as he was proud, but continued to participate in the game. He knew that the game was not over yet and it was not the time to celebrate freely.

Those things that were complacent and performed abnormally in the game because they scored a goal seemed to never appear on Chu Zhongtian. He was like an iron warrior full of clockwork. Unless the game ended, the clockwork would not stop turning, and he would never stop.

At the last moment of the game, Chu Zhongtian returned to the penalty area to defend. Wimbledon's crazy attack almost formed a spectacular scene of shooting in front of the penalty area... All Wimbledon's fans are cheering for the team. Although they now have two goals leads, who can guarantee that God will not make a joke in the last five minutes and let the opponent score two goals in a row?

"You must hold on..." Emily clasped her hands together and placed them in front of her mouth, murmured like a prayer.

"I will definitely hold on!" Yang Yang beside him heard her whisper and said to her with a smile.

Emily turned her head and looked at him: "It's great to have a roommate like Chu."

"It's great that I have roommate like him." Yang Yang said with a smile.

Emily smiled and turned her eyes to the court again. Wimbledon launched an attack again, but their long shot was blocked by Chu Zhongtian with his chest.

This was really a powerful shot, and Chu Zhongtian was beaten to the sky and fell backwards.

"Ah!" Emily couldn't help but screamed in fear. But soon she saw Chu Zhongtian climbing up from the ground again, as if nothing had happened.

She let out a long sigh.

Yang Yang did not watch the game. He had been observing Emily for the past few days. When he saw Emily worried and relieved for Chu Zhongtian, he felt a headache for his roommate.

He knew that Emily would leave the UK and go to the United States after graduation.

Da Chu, Da Chu, should you say you are lucky, or are you unlucky?

※※※"Defense!!" After being knocked down by the opponent's long shot, Chu Zhongtian jumped up from the ground, clenched his fists and shouted at the big guy.

Kevin Cooper and Joe Shilin both retreated to the front of the penalty area, not to mention Borger and Sullivan - they almost became full-backs.

The entire Wimbledon Athletics team is defending, and there is no one in the middle and frontcourt. The fourth official has raised his sign on the sidelines. In this game, the injury time is five minutes. In the last five minutes, Wimbledon Athletics gave up the offense and focused on defense. As long as they can survive these five minutes, they will win the game, eliminate the English League One team, and prove to the All Englanders - who is more worthy of the title of "crazy gang"!

Some players were so excited that they could not control their bodies... Steve Gibson, the youngest player, was so excited that his mind was unable to control his body, so he was easily broken through by the opponent. When he was broken through by the opponent, he wanted to pull someone, but when he thought he had a yellow card on his body, he reached out and shrank back halfway-"Anyway, even if the opponent scored a goal, we would still lead by one goal. It should be no problem to win this game, right?"

Thinking of this, he slowed down his pursuit and watched the opponent slide away from his eyes... The next second, he saw Chu Zhongtian break out from the slash and knock the opponent out of the sideline with the ball!

The referee's whistle sounded: "Foeth!"

Not only that, he also gave Chu Zhongtian a yellow card.

Chu Zhongtian did not argue with the referee about this, so he stood up and turned his head to stare at Gibson: "Why don't you chase back?!"

Gibson was frightened by his aura and couldn't say a word for a moment.

"Go back to defend!" Chu Zhongtian pointed to the penalty area and said to him.

Gibson ran back honestly.

Chu Zhongtian followed him back to the goal. His header could be of great use at this time, allowing him to push the ball into the opponent's goal, and naturally he could also clear the goal on his side.

Wimbledon's Leonard Mogan came up to kick off the ball. This may be the few times he could control the ball without interference in this game? He was trapped in the quagmire of the opponent's savage defense throughout the game. He was in a bad state, and when he was intimidated by the opponent, he couldn't hold on to the begging. Every time he saw the opponent illuminate the soles of the shoes, he felt that his injured knee was vaguely ache.

This made him not perform well in the whole game. His sharp breakthroughs and crosses in the past were not played in this game. After Leo Cook was sent off, he should have carried the banner of the team's offense, but did nothing, so that the team is now behind an amateur team two goals.

At the end of the game, he finally got a free kick from a dangerous position. He wanted to pass the ball to the penalty area and accurately send it to his teammates' heads, so that they could score!

Thinking of this, Mogan kicked the ball into the penalty area with one kick.

His cross was indeed very accurate, and the football was accurately sent to the penalty area, where Legtwood was ready to head the ball.

Before Leggettwood jumped and fought for the top, he saw the opponent's No. 8 who successfully fought for the top in front of him, causing the team to concede the second goal. This time he must win a game in front of him!

With this belief, Leggettwood jumped high and wanted to smash the ball sent by his teammate Mogan into the goal.

Almost at the same time, Chu Zhongtian also jumped up. The two met in the air again!

Leggettwood's judgment of the football landing point was slightly deviated. His position was a little off, but he was squeezed into the position in the air again by Chu Zhongtian, and a powerful head shook! The football was pushed out by him!

"Very beautiful header defense! This is Chu and Legtwood's second air confrontation, and he has won a full record!"

Pierce looked down at Chu Zhongtian's information from the side, and then added: "Chu is only 1.80 meters tall, but he defeated Legtwood, who is 1.88 meters tall many times in the header. This is because his judgment of the landing point of the football and the choice of starting time are very accurate. I think in this regard, this Chinese student is very talented!"

※※※Leggotwood stared at Chu Zhongtian with an incredible gaze. The two of them were still in the air. He felt that time seemed to have been lengthened or frozen.

Is this really the level of an amateur team? He is a defender and knows what kind of technique is heading. Using the head to control the ball can be much more than using the foot to control the ball. When you jump into the air, you will have no chance to adjust it, so all calculations must be completed before the jump. Obviously, this No. 8 is better than himself in terms of calculations. He calculated the route and arrival time of the football twice in a row, so that he can make the right moves in the right place and push the football in the right direction - the last time was towards the goal, and this time was towards the goal.

The two of them landed almost at the same time. Legtwood looked back to see who got the ball. If it was his own player, he would not plan to go back, but would continue to stay in the penalty area. Maybe he could get a chance to make a follow-up shot?

If it is an opponent's player, then he has to turn around and return to defense frantically - the back is almost empty.

Fortunately, the one who received the ball was a player wearing a blue jersey, who was his own!

He decided to stay in the penalty area, and Chu Zhongtian beside him rushed out like a gust of wind.

Wimbledon's player received the ball, but he still did not have a Wimbledon's defensive player around him!

When the football fell, the opponent shot directly!

Chu Zhongtian slapped his horse and turned around and crossed his back.

The football did not fly into the penalty area or into the goal. Legtwood did not even get a chance to shoot, because the football was blocked directly by Chu Zhongtian with his back!

The Wimbledon Athletics fans in the stands cheered again. They could not count how many times they had cheered for Chu Zhongtian in this game.

"In the last offense, one goal was assisted and resolved similar crises in defense many times... What an excellent player!" Motson sighed. "Such a person is just an international student, playing football is his part-time job... Am I really old, the world is so crazy, I can no longer keep up..."

Pierce laughed at the side: "Haha, Motty (motty, nickname for Motson). What's so strange about this? There are often players with outstanding talents in the amateur league, but they just lack to be discovered. Isn't the FA Cup playing such a role?"

"Ha, I almost forgot. 'Crazy' you also came out of the amateur team. So... After this game, the Chinese student may meet many strangers..."

※※※The injury time has entered the last minute. Wimbledon Athletics fans can't wait for the game to end. They are now starting to cheer for the team in the stadium stands.

"We are Wimbledon! We are the crazy gang!" They shouted songs specially adapted for this game, constantly waving their fists.

Pete Winkelman sat on the rostrum with a dead face. Losing a FA Cup game is not the end of the day. The end of the day is losing to such an opponent, an amateur team, and also from Wimbledon... He felt like he was slapped hard by someone standing in front of him.

"You betrayed us! That's the price! Now is the time to let you feel our anger!!" The singing continued.

"Diet new name! Diet new home court! Diet new team! Diet Pete Winkelman!!!"

"Now we are the winners! We will represent Wimbledon in the fourth round! We are Wimbledon, we are the crazy gang!"

Amid the fans' singing, Wimbledon Athletics goalkeeper Andy Bale pressed the opponent's shot firmly under his body. He curled up and pressed the football down, and he was reluctant to get up for a long time.

In fact, he doesn't have to delay the game so much... Everyone heard the referee's three whistles!

"The game is over!" Motterson shouted excitedly, "We were lucky enough to witness an amazing game on the spot! An amateur team defeated the League One team! How many people expected this result before the game? Ha! This is the biggest upset in the FA Cup this season so far! Those who bet on Wimbledon won, you have made a lot of money this time!"

Bell, who was curled up on the ground with the football in his arms, heard the referee's whistle. At first, he was a little hesitant, but soon he heard the excited roar of his teammate Sim Johnston coming from beside him.

The substitutes and coaches of Wimbledon Athletic who had been on the sidelines rushed into the field while hearing the whistle and searching for their targets in the crowded penalty area.

Bale felt that he was being pulled up, but he was still holding the football tightly, for fear that the ball would fall out and roll into the goal.

The one who pulled him up was Steve Gibson. The young man hugged him and shouted in his ear: "We won, Andy! We really won the fuck!!"

There were many Wimbledon Athletics players who were as excited as him. They hugged their teammates closest to them on the spot, then roared wildly, making a sound that no one understood what it meant, venting their emotions that had been suppressed for ninety minutes.

Chu Zhongtian was also hugged by Qiao Xilin beside him. Xilin pressed his head against his forehead and snorted Mercury at him: "We won! Chu! We eliminated them and went to the fourth round! Tell me that this is not a dream, tell me, Chu!"

Chu Zhongtian's ears were almost deaf when he yelled, but he didn't care, so he yelled back: "Of course this is not a dream!! We are the winners!"

Gavin Borger, the most exciting player in the team, did not hug the people around him at this moment. He rushed to the camera and shouted at the camera: "Ala Russell! Are you in front of the TV? Can you see this game? Did you see it? We won!!" He grabbed the team logo on his chest and showed it to the camera. "We defeated that shameless traitor team! We defeated them!! Let the team that gave up on us regret it!! Have you seen it?!"

As he shouted, his eyes became wet.

One man put his hand on his head, and it was Captain Kevin Cooper. "Stop shouting, blog. Russell is in the United States, and the United States will not broadcast our FA Cup."

"I know, Coopers..." Borger murmured. "Actually, I just want to shout it out for myself..."

※※※ "This team was formed by the fanatical fans who were dissatisfied with Wimbledon's move. They only built the team for less than two seasons, but in the third round of the FA Cup, they defeated the team that once abandoned them and betrayed them. The fate is really interesting!" Motson was still expressing his feelings about the result of this game. "The fans actually defeated the players... Please allow me to shout: Long live the fans!!"

Stuart Pierce couldn't get into the mouth at all, but he didn't plan to say anything. Motson finished what he should say. He was not good at speaking. He just looked at the small monitor next to the commentator seat. Through the broadcast signal of the game, he saw that the camera was chasing someone, and the face similar to Sun Jihai was getting bigger and bigger in the monitor.

When the camera lens is so persistent in shooting a specific player after the game, it means that the player is the best in the game.

He became the best player in this game. However, Pierce was not surprised. This was the result he had expected. When he saw Chu Zhongtian push the ball into Wimbledon's goal.

If he can't be selected as the best player in the game if he assists and scores at a time, he will be the biggest upset.

Chu Zhongtian, the No. 8 player of Wimbledon Athletics in the monitor screen, was hugging every teammate with force. His staring and gritting teeth made people feel a crazy force. He really looked like himself when he was young, like a madman... Haha!

Why is he a Chinese?

The former England national team's main left-back felt a little regretful in his heart.

※※※Long live!!” The fans in the stands couldn't help but roar at the moment the whistle sounded.

Emily hugged Yang Yang in her arms again. Before Yang Yang could recover, she let go and turned to hug Boss John next to her. She was so excited that she didn't care about so much, and would hug her as long as someone in front of her.

Charles Philip took the time to find this, so he threw down Kenny who was being held by him, turned around, and opened his arms to Emily: "Come on, baby..."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Jackson pulled him over.

"We won, baby!!" Uncle Jackson's saliva was almost smearing on his face... Fatty Philip had to grit his teeth, for fear that Uncle Jackson's tongue would accidentally get in... After being excited, the fans began to sing the song "Forward, Wimbledon" while playing slap.

The tune of this song is definitely familiar to those professional players in the field, because when they win or fall behind, they can always hear the song on the field. But for the first time, the song does not belong to them, but to their opponents.

Wimbledon's players stood there, looking blankly at the yellow-clad fans in the stands who kept waving their arms.

By the way, they are all visiting fans, from Wimbledon.
To be continued...