Colin John knew that Chu Zhongtian was in a bad mood during this period. He thought that maybe it was related to that phone call, but he didn't know who they said on the phone. But he couldn't watch Chu so depressed. As his boss, his friend, and his elder, he had to help Chu.

When Old Bente came to drink, he saw his old friend Colin John lying on the bar writing and painting.

"What are you doing? Do you want to be Shakespeare?" He leaned over and took a look.

"Shakespeare can't do it, but I'm trying to be John Lennon." Boss John raised his head and said to his partner.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you think we're missing something?"

Old Bente looked around, "I don't think I'm missing anything. Did I lack any wine today?"

"What else do you know besides drinking?" Boss John glared at him. "Don't you think every time we want to cheer for Chu's performance in the stands, we just shouted: "Chu Chu's" is a bit too monotonous and unmomental?"

Old Bente thought for a while, then nodded and said, "So what do you want to do?"

"I want to write a song for Chu...but I'm not satisfied with it after writing a lot." He pointed at his feet.

Old Bente noticed that there was a wastebasket at Colin John's feet, filled with crumpled waste paper.

Writing songs is a good idea. Premier League fans like to sing during games. The best way for them to express their feelings is either applauding or cheering, or singing. If they like a player, they will write a song for him and then sing it during games. The players also like to write songs for them. Whenever they hear fans singing songs for him during games, they will feel full of power and invincible.

Old Bente picked up a ball of waste paper from it, spread it out and looked at it, and then smiled and said, "It seems that you have no talent, old man."

"If I have talent, I won't open a bar here!" John glared at him and threw the pen. "This job is really not something that humans do!"

"Why don't you ask those young people? They know a lot more about pop music than we do."

Old Bente pointed to the customers who were sitting aside drinking. They were obviously several decades younger than John and Bente, and were all in their early thirties.

Colin John touched his chin and then clapped his face: "Then let's have an event! Write songs for Chu, and he was selected to reward him with a free beer for a week!"

"This reward is good, haha!" Old Bente laughed.

Wine is more important for people who come to the bar often than their wives. Rewarding them to drink can indeed maximize their enthusiasm for participation.

※※When Chu Zhongtian rushed to work at Wimbledon bar in the evening, he saw the scene of a bustling scene in the bar - everyone gathered together in groups of three or five, arguing fiercely: "No, no, no! 'our' should be used here, not 'mine'..."

"Then there won't be rhyme..."

"But the meaning is correct."

"Actually, I think it can be changed like this... Why can't we use more lyrical songs to change them?"

"Lyricism? I don't think it's worthy of Chu's style."

"But Liverpool's "You Never Walk Alone" is also very lyrical, and there's nothing wrong with it?"

"That's Liverpool, we're the crazy gang!"

"Be passionate! Be passionate! Be generous! Bangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang-inspired! Guys! Don't be like a girl, like a warm water!"

"I agree, the pace should be fast! Yes, it should be faster!"

...Some people sing in the corner, some of them just hummed in a low voice, while others sang loudly.

Chu Zhongtian stood at the door, thinking that he had come to the wrong place. The Wimbledon bar changed his boss and business projects overnight, and changed from a bar to an opera house... "Oh! Chu, are you here?" Seeing Chu Zhongtian standing at the door, the boss John greeted enthusiastically.

"What's going on?" Chu Zhongtian was pulled in by him. Now he had a little relaxing - at least the boss has not changed yet.

"We're doing an event." Boss John pointed to a piece of paper posted on the wall and signaled him to go and see it.

Chu Zhongtian leaned over and found that it said:

"Collection of fan songs written for Chu! Original adaptations are OK, and the style is not limited, but they must be suitable for singing on the court! The last selected author can enjoy a week of various beer in this bar for free!"

He turned his head and looked at the lively bar.

Boss John said proudly: "It seems that everyone is very enthusiastic, haha!"

"Hey, Chu!" Jackson saw Chu Zhongtian standing with Boss John, raised his arm and waved it, "How about the song we created for you?"

"Chu is here?" A group of people who were discussing enthusiastically raised their heads when they heard this.

"It's really Chu, come on! Come and listen to us!"

"I said Chu, which style of music do you like? Metal or punk?"

"How about Queen's songs? Don't like it? Then we can change to Oasis or U2, what do you think? Actually, I really like Coldplay. Have you heard their songs? "Yellow" is such a good song..."

"How do you think of the lyrics of this passage, Chu?'We have a Chinese boy who can play football and kung fu! He is tireless on the court and runs non-stop! Everyone is afraid of him, except us! Hahahahaha!' What do you think? If you are not satisfied, I can continue to modify..."

Everyone came up enthusiastically and surrounded Chu Zhongtian in the middle.

Looking at these vivid faces, Chu Zhongtian no longer knew what he should say... He was stuffed with something called "touched" and couldn't make a sound. He never thought that an ordinary Chinese student could be recognized and supported by so many foreigners, and even wrote songs for him. Such treatment, even a professional Chinese player, could not be enjoyed in Britain... How could I, Chu Zhongtian, enjoy your sought after?

I am just an international student and an amateur player who likes to play football. But here, I seem to have another identity - I am their hero and their idol. They like to watch me play football... He opened his mouth, and when everyone saw him talking, they shut their mouths. The bar soon became quiet.

Chu Zhongtian took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, and then he bowed to everyone.

When he got up again, he said, "Thank you, thank you!"

Colin John on the outside saw a wave of light in Chu's eyes under the light. He coughed: "Okay, guys, go ahead and don't disturb Chu's work. I'm a little too busy to do it alone."

The crowd dispersed obediently, and there were still people giving Chu Zhongtian thumbs up.

Boss John walked to Chu and smiled at him: "Actually they just wanted the free beer for that week, haha! Go and work, boy."

Chu Zhongtian obediently walked to the back of the bar counter, tied his apron, and transformed from a Wimbledon competitive player to a bartender serving others.

The people from the bar continued to discuss enthusiastically what kind of song they wanted to make up for Chu Zhongtian.

When they were having a dry mouth, they would come to the bar to have a pint of beer, take a big mouthful, chat with Chu Zhongtian for a few words, hum a song they just made, let Chu Zhongtian listen and make suggestions, so they could continue to modify it.

Chu Zhongtian felt that everything in front of him was incredible.

Mom, can you see it? This is one of the reasons why I don’t want to listen to you and give up football!

※※※The debate about how to make Chu a song that satisfies everyone lasted for three days. During these three days, Wimbledon played their last game before the FA Cup - in the middle of the week, they knocked their league opponents down 2:0 away.

This game is Eames' last test of the tactical effect of "Chu Zhongtian as the core".

So all the main players appeared on the stage and regarded this game as a preview with Chelsea. They still didn't care about the result, they just looked at the process. They wanted to make Chu Zhongtian familiar with all aspects of the team, know what he should do at any moment of the game, and what the whole team should do.

The ups and downs of the previous few games made Eames and Ingrich a little worried, but that didn't happen in this game. Chu Zhongtian assisted with a goal and instigated a second goal. It seemed that he was walking on the road to the "Commander", and his direction was not deviated, and his condition was just right.

Now Eames can breathe a sigh of relief, and he is more looking forward to the FA Cup game on the weekend.

He watched the video of the interviews of Chelsea players, and he was not angry about it. On the contrary, he was very happy that the opponent's contempt might become their chance. If the opponent plays them as Manchester United, there is no need for this game, and they will definitely lose.

"We have another training on Friday, and everyone is coming!" After the game, Eames explained the players the arrangements for the next two days. "You can rest for a day on Thursday. Adjust my condition to the best condition. That's a big scene! Don't scare your legs!"

A burst of laughter rang out in the carriage.

"Okay, guys, enjoy the peace before the war!"

Chu Zhongtian clenched his fists. He wanted to start a big battle now.

In addition, he was also looking forward to what kind of songs Boss John would sing for himself in the stands during the competition.

It's strange to say that before they discussed the results, they would come to tell themselves if they had any ideas. But when they were a little surprised, they would hide it from themselves and secretly, and when they asked, they said they would keep it confidential.

Planning to give yourself a surprise during the competition?

Well, I'll wait patiently, what can I hear when I see it... I hope I still have the heart to listen to what lyrics they sing at that time...※※※Emily finally found an opportunity. Today, Friday, the school course ended early, and she did not go home directly, but took a bus to the Wimbledon bar. Since she went to watch the Wimbledon Athletics match with everyone, she has never been to the bar or watched the Wimbledon Athletics match. On the one hand, she is busy, and on the other hand, her mother is strict in control and can't get out easily. She is worried that if she doesn't appear in front of Uncle John and the others, she will probably be regarded as a typical example of "forgot your friends when you become famous", and everyone will start to alienate themselves intentionally or unintentionally.

This kind of life is not what she wants.

A person can either have no money or be unknown, but he cannot have friends.

When Emily appeared at the door of the Wimbledon bar, the drunkards were all energetic, their eyes shone brightly, and they stood up and paid tribute to His Majesty the Princess.

"Welcome to Your Majesty Princess!" Someone grabbed a handful of his head and bowed.

"Yo, Emily! My angel!" Boss John was also very happy to see Emily come to his tavern again.

He was happy to see Emily become famous, but he would be a little disappointed if Emily didn't come here - he always hoped that the cute and beautiful girl would come often, just like when she was not famous before. Everyone drank big gulps, watched football together, and scolded Winkelman together.

But those most common things have gradually become luxury now.

"Hello, Uncle John. I'm sorry I'm just here to see you now. Mom is too strict..." Emily apologized to everyone.

"Haha, it's okay! Just remember us in your heart!" No one complained, and they all expressed understanding. After all, celebrities will lose some freedom, and Emily can still remember them. When they think about taking the time to come and take a look, they are already very satisfied.

Supporters are always easily satisfied, whether they are Emily's supporters or Wimbledon's supporters.

Emily walked to the bar, and Boss John was busy behind him. Chu Zhongtian should have just finished his training at Kings Ranch and rushed back. This was their last training before the game, and they were already on the court at this time tomorrow.

She noticed a large black headphones on the bar.

"Uncle John, why do you think about listening to music while working?" she asked curiously.

"Do you want to hear it?" Boss John blinked mysteriously.

Emily looked at the pair of large headphones and nodded.

Boss John gave her the headphones, and she put them on her head and had to slide them down. She could only hold them with both hands and press them on her ears.

After listening to one or two sentences, she looked at Boss John in confusion: "Bon_jovi's "its_my_life"? No... wait, the lyrics are not like... What is this? Ha! Great! Great!"

Finally, when she understood the lyrics, she laughed happily.

"Isn't it good, Emily?" asked Boss John with pride. It was a very happy thing that their three-day hard work was appreciated by others.
To be continued...