Imes wouldn't know that when Chu Zhongtian heard the nickname "Mad Gang", he would think of the "Beggar Gang" in his mind. Then, after he figured out what the "Beggar Gang" was, he might kick Chu Zhongtian, who had just been recruited, and how could the Beggar Gang be compared with the "Mad Gang"?

"Chu, do you want to hear a little story?" Eames didn't know how much this kid knew about the history of the Mad Gang, so he planned to tell him.

Chu Zhongtian nodded. "Okay."

"Do you know Liverpool? I'm not talking about that city."

Chu Zhongtian continued to nod: "I know, that should be the most successful team in English football history, right?"

In terms of the number of Champions Leagues, Liverpool has more than Manchester United, so it is the most successful and should be almost the same.

When Eames heard Chu Zhongtian's comment on Liverpool this, he showed a strange smile on his face.

"Yes, they were the most successful, especially in the 1980s, when they were the overlords of the whole of Europe." Eames suddenly burst into laughter, "but they were scared to death at our home court, haha!"

Eames suddenly burst out laughing, attracting the attention of others in the bar, but they quickly retracted their respective gazes.

Chu Zhongtian knew about the past that Eames told me. Because Old Bente, the old Wimbledon fan, had once said it to him in a show-off manner. However, out of politeness, he did not interrupt Eames.

After laughing, Eames said a little proudly: "That was the season when we were just promoted to the top league. I am the team's defender. We are very excited and are just waiting to have a big fight in the top league in England!"

When he said this, somehow, what emerged in Chu Zhongtian's mind was the attitude of a group of bandits planning to steal money, food, and women.

"I don't think England's top leagues have ever seen our power before, and they have never seen a team like us. By the way, in the season when we won the promotion rights, we were notorious in the English League Two." Eames laughed and showed a yellowed teeth. This further confirmed the image in Chu Zhongtian's mind.

"We have so many cards that the FA came to punish us. But who the hell cares about that? All we want is victory and championship, we need to upgrade! The humble and polite gentlemen can't do this, we can!" Eames, who said this, was very proud. He was originally telling Chu Zhongtian a "small story", but now he was in love and put himself in.

"Football is a sport for men, so go away. We all thought so at that time." Eames touched the cigarette in his pocket, took a deep breath after lit it, and with the dizzying smoke in front of him, he seemed to have returned to the time sixteen years ago.

"We just fought all the way to the top league. Yes, we came up." Eames said with his teeth bared, and Chu Zhongtian believed it. He felt that the person in front of him was indeed very similar to the traditional British defender with rough movements and bad tempers. Their skills were not very good, but they were strong and determined, and they would do anything to achieve their goals.

"I still remember before the start of that season, many people thought we would definitely be relegated early. But just as the league started, we gave those idiots a five-game winning streak! Top of the list! Ha! We also defeated Manchester United, but Manchester United at that time was nothing to show off. The most important thing was that we defeated Liverpool. At that time, Liverpool was an unshakable giant in the eyes of everyone else. We were like little beans under the feet of the giants. As long as he was willing to use a little finger, he could crush us. But that was not the case in our own eyes."

"In our home court, Plough_lane, a small stadium that can only accommodate more than 17,000 people, is much smaller than Anfield. Have you ever been to Anfield in Liverpool?" Eames, who has been telling, suddenly asked Chu Zhongtian.

Chu Zhongtian shook his head. He is a poor international student, and he has no time or spare money to travel to Liverpool in the northwest.

"What a pity, that's a good stadium..." After learning that Chu Zhongtian had never been, Eames shook his head and smacked his lips, as if he was very sorry for Chu Zhongtian. "I have been there. But I didn't walk in as a tourist, but as a Liverpool enemy. There was a sign above their player passage, which read: 'This is Anfield (this_is_anfield).'. We all know what that means, isn't it just to remind us that we are playing against the great Liverpool team? They want to scare us, but we don't eat this set!" Eames strengthened his tone. "I was spitting at that sign. Not only me, but everyone did it."

Chu Zhongtian didn't know about this story. He usually came into contact with Wimbledon fans, and fans obviously could not tell him the story of the player's perspective. It is probably the first one in decades to dare to spit on the brand Shankley left behind...

"They came to our home court, a small court. We let the 'great' Liverpool know a cruel fact." At this point Eames smiled. When he smiled, his mouth would tilt to the side. Such a smile would never make people feel warm and pleasant, but only make people feel a little scared.

“This is Pulao Lane!”

He waved his arms and was excited. The cigarette in his hand drew abstract paintings in the air with smoke as he moved.

"We are here to make the whole team's legs weak. Faced with our fierce movements and the booing and scolding from the fans in the stands, they have no idea how they should play! Haha! Of course, they lost, we won the team that was considered invincible. Do you know the funny news that when the whistle sounded at the end of the game, those Liverpool players were reluctant to change their jerseys and rushed back to the locker room? They almost cried!"

Eames said it was very proud and happy. For him, this was one of the few glorious moments in his career.

Regarding this matter, Old Bente said to Chu Zhongtian: "At that time, I was in the stands, and together with my companions, booed and yelled at Liverpool players, occasionally scolded a few words of 'Bitches' and kept giving them a middle finger. As long as they dared to get the ball, we would boo them and scold them. In the end, almost no Liverpool player dared to touch the ball again, haha!"

The contents are different, but the laughter is the same, and the pride in the laughter is exactly the same.

"I heard they said in an interview after the game: Wimbledon is so scary, this stadium is like hell. I regret this statement." Eames shrugged and curled his lips, "This is hell!"

"Later they all called us "crazy gangs" or "crazy gangs". We were also proud of it because this is our Wimbledon football. The enemy calls us "crazy gangs" or "crazy gangs" with resentment, and that is the best reward for us."

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ps, there is another update at 6 pm. Today's chapter mainly introduces the origin of the Crazy Gang and some anecdotes, so that Chu Zhongtian can also let you better understand what kind of team he is about to join, what kind of history and style he has~~

Please continue to smash the tickets ~
Chapter completed!