The singing of Wimbledon Athletics fans resounded through the sky. At this moment, the Chelsea fans collectively lost their voices. They really didn't expect their team to be so embarrassed by an amateur team at home... Before the game, when interviewed by TV media, many Chelsea fans expressed their desire to see a wonderful game. Now when the exciting game really appears in front of them, they cannot accept it because it is their team who plays a supporting role in this wonderful game, not the amateur team.

"This is incredible..." The Chelsea announcer said in frustration with his head in his hands.

Just in the stands diagonally in front, the huge display screen had a 1:2 score so cruel.

※※※ Wimbledon players were caring, while Chelsea players were a little overwhelmed.

They would never have thought this game would be like this.

The amateur team that they regarded as ants before the game actually took a hard bite on their heart.

Lampard looked back at the No. 8 player of Wimbledon Athletics who was slowly running over there half.

His violent impact did not make him lose control of the ball... This kid is really tenacious.

He looked up at the screen above to see how much time there is to end the game.

Because of this celebration and tossing, it is only three minutes before the end of the ninety-minute game. Including injury stoppage time, it looks like six or seven minutes.

A goal must be scored within six to seven minutes to equalize the score.

If it were fifty minutes ago, Lampard would not have thought this was something too difficult to do.

But now it is different. He looked at his teammates around him. Many of them were still confused on their faces - what's wrong? We were actually behind? Is this all true?

They must have thought so in their hearts.

It seems that even a draw may not be easily obtained.

John Terry's voice sounded: "Don't be discouraged, we still have time! Score a goal!"

※※※Ranieli held his head with both hands, and he stood on the sidelines. His gray hair was meticulously pressed on his scalp before the game, and now it has been blown away by the evening wind.

This goal was really surprising... He besieged the half game, but let the opponent score the goal with one counterattack... He couldn't imagine it. It's not that the defensive side shouldn't score the goal, he didn't expect that the amateur team was so tenacious.

When he thought he had completely defeated his opponent and stepped on it in the mud, the opponent stood up suddenly and overturned him into the mud pond.

It was so embarrassing... "We should have made adjustments!" Assistant coach Williams reminded him.

"Oh...yes." Ranieri finally came back from this feeling of loss. He glanced at the bench. "Swap Crespo and Goodjohansen and replace..." He gritted his teeth, "Swap Hut and Petit!"

At the last moment, two forwards were replaced, one center back and one midfielder was removed. Ranieri wanted to compete with Wimbledon to win the game to the death.

The proud Premier League giants had to roll up their sleeves, roll up their trousers, and fight barefoot with their opponents eight grades lower than them.

※※※"Defense! Defensive! Pay attention to defense!" Wimbledon Athletics head coach Terry Eames shouted loudly on the sidelines, reminding his teammates to pay attention to defense at the last moment. As long as they can maintain the advantage of this ball until the end of the game, the victory will belong to them and they will create history!

Substitutes also stood on the sidelines to cheer for the players on the court.

"We should be a substitution, Terry!" Ingrich said nervously from the side.

"It's not the time yet, Nicky." Eames replied looking at the stadium.

"They are exhausted..."

"Now they are full of energy, ha!" Eames smiled. "They won't feel tired. In these few minutes, I will start to replace people when the injury stoppage time is over, and I will waste some time."

※※※ Chu Zhongtian returned to his job and once again transformed into a blue-collar worker who did dirty work.

It seemed as if the glory of the goal had completely disappeared. If someone turned on the TV at this time and looked at his yellow jersey stained with green grass clippings and brown soil, this person might not have imagined that he had scored two goals alone to help the team take the lead.

He kept shuttle back and forth at the front of the penalty area as always, stopping every attack from Chelsea. He was not alone, but many teammates behind him were helping him and doing the same thing. They were an indestructible group, and even a team like Chelsea could not easily defeat them.

Crespo and Goodjohansen were already eighty-nine minutes when they came on the court. Because they were temporarily called out from the bench to warm up, they were wasted some time. Before Wimbledon scored a goal, they were still watching the show with a good mood on the bench. Mutu scored a goal, which may still pose a threat to them, but Hasselbaink performed mediocrely in this game, and considering his thirty-two-year-old "age" and he was at a disadvantage in Chelsea's fierce front line competition.

But now they have to go up and fight side by side, and Chelsea’s four main strikers all appeared, just to deal with an amateur team... It’s really embarrassing to say that.

Ranieri won't consider whether it's really embarrassing at this time. He just hopes that the team can equalize the score and drag the game into a rematch. In that way, they will have a chance to prove their strength.

But to be honest, simply increasing the number of forwards is not always effective. For example, this time, when Crespo and Goodjohansen appeared, they were all squeezed into the opponent's penalty area, and there was no other better offensive method except crossing from the wing.

Today, God seems to have not stood on Chelsea's side. They made many crosses, but not many shots in the end.

Later, Goodjohansen soon discovered that it was not OK to be crowded in the penalty area so much. He pulled it out to seek cooperation, but he still had two good shots. Unfortunately, they were both blocked by Wimbledon Athletics players desperately.

When Crespo and Goodjohansen came on the court, the fourth official raised the sign of injury stoppage time on the sidelines - four minutes!

The Chelsea fans in the stands were very dissatisfied with this stoppage time. They thought it was not too little, and at least ten minutes should be made up!

The Wimbledon Athletics fans also felt unhappy. They thought that stoppage time was too long, so it would be best for them not to make up for a minute!

A minute after injury time, Wimbledon resisted Chelsea's stormy attack, but they still did not concede the ball. At this time, Terry Eames began to substitution. He called three substitutes in one breath, but did not change the game at the same time. He replaced two first.

Central defender Matt Evrad replaced Gavin Borger, who was exhausted. When the team defended with all their strength, Borger did not have much effect. Adding a central defender to strengthen the team's air defense capabilities is a substitution targeting Chelsea's frequent high-ball crossing.

Substitute midfielder Paul Manning replaced Lee Sidwell, which was a counter-substitution because Sidwell was not strong enough.

After these two people came on stage, he waited for half a minute and then changed to a third person.

This time, Joe Shilin was replaced and another central defender Steven Lloyd was replaced.

Chelsea has four forwards, and Wimbledon is dealing with four central defenders.

Motson saw that Eames was really wasting time on purpose, and Chelsea fans in the stands booed, despising this behavior of growing up and delaying time with great vision.

Eames doesn't care about that much, he just needs to win.

In the last two minutes of injury stoppage time, the Wimbledon Athletics players finally couldn't hold on because of excessive physical energy... Someone was cramping.

After Andy Sullivan desperately blocked the opponent's cross from the sideline in defense, he fell down, covering his right calf with a painful expression.

Chelsea fans thought Sullivan was deliberately delaying time again, and booed in the stands.

Of course, Chelsea players also felt that the time when Sullivan fell to the ground was too sensitive, but they still did not do anything like lifting Sullivan out of the stadium, but rushed over to help him press his legs and let him stand up as much as possible.

Sullivan is still quite sports-oriented. When he saw his situation, he knew that he could not hold on anymore, but he was embarrassed to continue lying on the ground and wasted time, so he climbed out of the sideline and waited for the team doctor's treatment.

Seeing him like this, the Chelsea fans in the stands erupted again.

Although Sullivan did not deliberately delay Chelsea's time, after such trouble, the watch took another half a minute.

When they threw the football into the court, there were only one and a half points left before the end of the game.

Sullivan left the court with injury, and the team doctor's feedback was that he could not continue the game. Eames had used all three substitutions, which meant that in the last minute and a half, Wimbledon was forced to fight with ten players. The strength was originally different, and now there was one less person... "Hell..." Ingrich cursed and swearing next to him.

Eames is not as frowning as his partner. "Don't worry, Nicky. We still have Chu, that guy can be used as two people alone. With him on the court, we already have one more person than Chelsea. Sally is not here, so we just make the number of people the same, haha!"

Ingrich felt that Eames was too confident. However, he had to admit that Chu Zhongtian was very physically strong. If he wanted to emphasize his tone, it would be "It's so fucking good"! At this time of the game, he ran tirelessly for ninety-three minutes, and there was no sign of exhaustion. He was still strong.

This is very important in the defense at the last moment, because he can always get to the position one step ahead of his opponent, jump high and compete for headers with the opponent, run from the left to the right, interfere with the opponent's passes and shots... "In terms of physical fitness, he is indeed a professional level..." Ingrich murmured.

※※※In the last moment, Chelsea won a corner kick.

"The injury time has reached the fourth minute! This may be Chelsea's last attack in the whole game!" Motson suppressed his excitement and tried to explain in a normal tone, but it was difficult for him to do it. Who made him a passionate commentator himself?

"Look! Kudicini is here!"

The camera aimed at Chelsea's goalkeeper, Italian Cudicini. He had few chances to go abroad in this game, and this time, it was only the fourth close-up. The first time, less than five minutes before the game started, Chu Zhongtian suddenly shot a long shot and rubbed the crossbar, which shocked everyone in a cold sweat. Cudicini made a save, but he did not touch the football. The second time was when Chu Zhongtian scored the first goal, when Chelsea had just scored, but Chu Zhongtian equalized the score with a beautiful world wave one minute later. Cudicini still made a save, but Chu Zhongtian's ball was too high, and he tried his best to prevent the ball from entering the goal. The third time was when Chu Zhongtian scored the second goal and overturned the score.

In the first three times, he appeared in the camera as a supporting role.

Two of the appearances were because the team lost the goal. If the most tragic person in this game was selected after the game, it should be Italian Carlo Cudicni. In fact, the concealment of the goal was not very responsible, and it was all negligent in the defense line. In addition, Chu Zhongtian's two shots were really wonderful. Although he was an amateur player, he scored a professional goal. But because of this, Cudicicni's pitifulness was particularly highlighted... This time he rushed up, intending to equalize the score for the team at the last moment and get a chance to rematch.

Lampard ran to take the corner kick, but he didn't dare to use a short corner kick, for fear that the referee would blow the whistle as soon as the ball was kicked out.

He looked at the crowd in front of the goal. He chose to kick the ball into the middle of the goal and win in the chaos. If someone touched him, maybe he would go in?

Chu Zhongtian stood in front of the goal, next to him were Terry and Crespo, the two Chelsea players who were the best headers on the court.

Chu Zhongtian was not afraid of them, and he was very confident in heading the ball.

Accurate judgment of the ball's landing point, super explosive power and bounce, and ten years of heading practice have made him confident that he will not lose to anyone in the air - unless the opponent uses his hands.

Lampard drove the ball out, and the goal was in chaos. Chu Zhongtian saw the opportunity and jumped high, and Terry and Crespo were squeezed behind him!

A header!

He pushed the football out of the bottom line!

"Beautiful header! The game should be over!" Motson shouted.

But he didn't hear the referee's three whistles, but saw the referee pointing his hand at the corner flag area again... "Oh... it seems that the referee doesn't want the game to end so early..."

Wimbledon Athletics fans in the stands booed.

Emily shrewd and gave the referee a middle finger.

The people around her even cursed: "Go to death! You bald man! If Chelsea doesn't score, will you keep awarding a corner kick?"

"I fucked your mom last night, Mr. Commander!!"

Of course, the referee could not hear the scolding in the stands mixed with noisy sounds. In the face of the doubts of the Wimbledon Athletics players, he firmly pointed to the corner flag area and signaled Chelsea to continue to serve the corner kick.

"Okay... Maybe he wanted to make up for the time when Andy Sullivan was injured..."

Eames was also very angry at the referee's penalty. He pointed to his watch and reminded the fourth official: "It's the fourth minute and thirty-two seconds of injury stoppage time! No, it's forty seconds!"

The fourth official shrugged at him, he couldn't control it.

Wimbledon Athletics players surrounded the referee with dissatisfaction, thinking it would be incredible to give Chelsea another corner kick.

Chu Zhongtian went up and pulled his teammates away: "Go and defend the corner kick! Don't let them seize this opportunity to score a goal!"

He noticed that Terry and Crespo were not around him, but Cudicini squeezed up... and competed for a header with a goalkeeper. This was the first time in Chu Zhongtian's football career.
To be continued...