How ironic, we also came from Wimbledon... and actually lost to our own fans. If you say it, you will be laughed at? No, we have become the laughing stock of the whole England.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian's brain finally calmed down. The extreme joy after the victory once made his mind blank. Now it's better. He stood aside with gasps, watching other teammates still celebrating the victory. After fighting for the whole game, he felt tired now.

At this time, he felt someone patting his shoulder behind him.

"Hi, can I exchange jerseys?" When Chu Zhongtian turned around, he saw Legtwood, who was naked with his upper body and holding the jersey in his hand.

"Ah?" Chu Zhongtian was a little surprised. He didn't expect his opponent to take the initiative to exchange jerseys for him. But he had no intention of changing jerseys.

"Uh...sorry. This game is very special to me. I want to keep this jersey on me forever." Chu Zhongtian pointed to his jersey.

However, Legtwood still stuffed the jersey in Chu Zhongtian's hand, "Then hold it and just treat it as I gave it to you, this is what you deserve."

Chu Zhongtian took the opponent's jersey and smiled at him, "Thank you."

"You don't look like an Englishman." After "exchanging" the jerseys, Legtwood did not turn around and leave, but stood in front of Chu Zhongtian and started chatting with him.

"I am a Chinese, an international student." Chu Zhongtian replied. Although they were enemies during the competition, there was no need to continue to be hostile after the competition was over.

"International student?" Legtwood widened his eyes, a little surprised. "Are you lying to me, No. 8."

Chu Zhongtian shook his head: "It's true, I'm still attending Wimbledon Art School."

Leggetwood suddenly sighed: "Do you know how frustrated I feel now? I actually lost to an international student! Damn..." He cursed in a low voice, and then quickly explained. "Sorry, I'm not scolding you, I just..." He spread his hands, not knowing what to continue, so he waved his hand again. "Maybe you should try professional football, No. 8. You are even better than many of my teammates!"

After saying this, Legtwood no longer had the intention to stand here and chat with Chu Zhongtian. He waved goodbye and turned to the entrance of the corridor. It was obvious that he was really depressed because he was 1.88 meters tall and narrowed several centimeters shorter.

Chu Zhongtian looked at his back, holding the jersey soaked by his sweat in his hand.

This is the first person to say to him, "You should play professional football"?

His back was patted again, and it was head coach Eames.

"You're doing a good job, Chu! It seems I'm going to get to know you again, haha!" The boss Terry Eames, who usually has a stern face, afraid that others will know that he will laugh, is now smiling like a spring flower.

"Do you know? After watching your game today, I feel like I've discovered a new world. I have more expectations for you now, boy!" Eames slapped Chu Zhongtian on the back again.

Chu Zhongtian smiled. He also knew that he performed well today, but he was very happy that he was praised by others, especially the team's head coach's recognition.

"By the way, boss." He suddenly remembered the jersey on his body, so he grabbed the clothes and asked Eames, "Can I keep this jersey myself... You know, this game has a special meaning to me. Football has been taken by the captain, and I am the only one left..."

He said something hesitantly. Because head coach Eames had already stipulated that the jersey does not belong to the player, but only to the team. After all, the club is amateur and cannot be generous in finance. It is a little bit to save. Even if he exchanges jerseys, he must get his permission to do it. Now he wants to take the jersey home, but I don’t know if the boss will disagree.

"Ha! No problem!" Before he could finish his words, Eames patted his shoulder, "You keep it! A jersey club is still affordable. And this game is not only for you, but also for the whole team, and for our club. Chu, your name may be repeatedly praised by Wimbledon fans at that time, haha!" He blinked at Chu Zhongtian.

Chu Zhongtian saw such a kind boss for the first time. However, he made one thing--he has the right to keep the jersey on him! He wants to stay, this is the most precious gift he has studied in the UK for three years, and even... better than his graduation certificate.

Eames told him: "Go and thank the fans with your teammates. Without them, there might not be a victory in this game."

Chu Zhongtian ran over obediently and gathered with all his teammates in the bottom of their fans' stands, applauding and thanking them.

In the crowd, he saw His Highness Emily. Princess pointing at the sign in his hand, "Chu, come on!" and throwing a kiss at him.

Is this too excited... Chu Zhongtian thought to himself.
Chapter completed!