"Dou!Dou!Dou—!"

"The competition is over!!!"

John Motson could no longer suppress his inner excitement.

"The match ends! After the last round of Wimbledon Athletics vs. Wimbledon, I once said that it was the biggest upset in this FA Cup! Sorry, now I want to take back that, the biggest upset in this FA Cup is here! Not only this FA Cup, it is even the greatest match in the FA Cup history of 132 years!"

"I'm not exaggerating at all, and I'm very clear-headed! Since the establishment of the Premier League, the gap between the rich and the poor has widened, exacerbating the strength gap between top teams and low-level teams. Therefore, in such an environment, there is no experience of amateur teams defeating professional teams! But Wimbledon Athletics has done this! They defeated Chelsea, which is stronger than them!"

"This is an amazing achievement! Chu, a student from China, is the biggest hero in this game! His two goals completely shattered the Chelsea dream! Young man, you are famous! You are very famous!"

※※※ Chu Zhongtian, who was praised by Motson, was now lifted up by his teammates.

"Good, Chu!" They threw Chu Zhongtian up and caught it again. After repeated three times, they put Chu Zhongtian down.

Wimbledon's three attacks in this game came from Chu Zhongtian, and he initiated him to finish it. It can be said that it is no surprise that he won the best player in this game.

Looking at Chu Zhongtian who was thrown up by his teammates, Abel, who was standing in the press room, pointed at him and said to his colleagues around him: "This game is the best, I will vote for him!"

"Obviously, he is the only one who can be the best." said the reporters around him.

"I scored two goals with three shots, not only that, but almost everywhere in defense... You can't imagine how physically he is. Such a player... I feel incredible to say that he is just an international student and an amateur player who plays part-time football."

"An exciting game! Isn't it?" There were also reporters very excited.

※※※All Wimbledon Athletics players rushed up and hugged Chu Zhongtian, hugged him tightly in his arms, and then yelled in his ear.

When Chu Zhongtian broke free from his passionate to crazy teammates, his hair was already as messy as a chicken coop.

He clenched his fists hard and waved them gently.

It feels so good to win this game!

“Hey, No. 8.”

A person's voice sounded behind him.

Chu Zhongtian was immersed in the joy after victory, but he did not react that the person was calling him. He did not react until the other party walked to him.

Frank Lampard stood in front of Chu Zhongtian, pointed to his jersey, and pulled his jersey.

"Swap jerseys?" Chu Zhongtian felt that he was very destined to exchange jerseys. In the last game, Legtwood wanted to ask him to change his jerseys, but he refused.

You said...if I reject Lampard's request for exchange of jerseys, would it look awesome?

Chu Zhongtian thought about this in his mind, and then he said to Lampard apologetically: "I have to ask my head coach first..."

"Does the head coach allow the exchange of jerseys?" Lampard was surprised.

"It's like this... Our club has limited funds, so players are not allowed to exchange jerseys privately... I have saved the jerseys for the last game myself, so I have to ask the head coach this time..." After Chu Zhongtian said that, he saw Eames not far away from him, so he simply shouted: "Boss! Lampard is going to ask me to exchange jerseys!"

Eames waved at him: "If you want to change, change, boy! That's the reward you won!"

After receiving the head coach's reply, Chu Zhongtian took off his dirty jersey and Lampard also took off his jersey. After the two completed the jersey exchange ceremony, they talked a few more words.

"Are you really an amateur player?" Lampard still couldn't believe that he was defeated by an amateur player.

Chu Zhongtian nodded: "Yes...I am still a student..."

Just as the two of them were talking, the media around them surrounded them and they pointed the camera lens at Chu Zhongtian. He was the best player in this game, so naturally he should enjoy the treatment of stars after the game.

Stars of Lampard's level have become supporting roles at this time.

After hearing Chu Zhongtian's answer, Lampard shook his head helplessly: "You have performed well, I think you can try to play professional football..."

Many people have said this to Chu Zhongtian before, but his reaction at that time was "Are you kidding? I can't do it." Now, he has not done this, not because the person standing in front of him was Lampard, who spoke impolitely in that tone, but because he began to seriously consider this possibility... "I am still looking forward to you playing professional football..." Lampard reached out.

Chu Zhongtian shook hands with him.

"Good luck, No. 8."

"Thank you, Mr. Lampard..."

Lampard left, and the reporters quickly filled the space he left. They surrounded him and wanted to poke the microphone directly into Chu Zhongtian's mouth.

"Chu! Congratulations... Can you understand what I say in English?"

Chu Zhongtian nodded.

"Haha! Just kidding, don't mind. We're meeting again!"

Chu Zhongtian saw several familiar faces in the reporters, and he smiled and said hello.

"Talk about your thoughts, Chu! Your team has once again created a miracle. In this game, you have even taken care of all the offense and goals of our team. Is there nothing to say?"

"I am just a member of the team, this is the victory of the 'crazy gang'." Chu Zhongtian seemed very humble.

※※※Chelsea fans in the stands have begun to leave the court disappointed, while Wimbledon Athletics fans are still standing there and applauding constantly.

"He looks like a big star..." Boss John, who was standing next to Emily, sighed while applauding.

"No, not at all." Emily shook her head, "He is simply a big star! He is much more famous than me!"

"Ha!" Boss John couldn't help laughing when he heard Emily's answer.

"Yang told me that there will be at least 100 million people watching this game in China, and it may reach up to 400 million people!"

The two numbers reported by Emily scared everyone. For the British, the concept of "billion" is really huge. There is no word "billion" in English, and "million" is million. If they want to mean "billion", they usually say "a hundred million" (a_hundred_million).

So there are 100 million people watching Chu Zhongtian's game, which means there are "one hundred million people watching", and 400 million people watching, which means there are 400 million people watching".

For the British, there are already many millions, one hundred million and four hundred million, which is simply unimaginable.

Boss John and the others were stunned when they heard this, and then after a while, they came to their senses: "It's really amazing... Are so many people cheering him on?"

Yang Yang on the other side nodded: "Of course, Chu is a Chinese. His competition here represents our China, so everyone hopes that he can perform well and will cheer for him."

"Then you must be very happy today, haha!" Old Bente smiled.

Yang Yang smiled.

Others don’t know, but he is very happy anyway. When he returns to the apartment, he will go online and go to the country to check it out. It must be very lively and lively... Will it be like a festival?

How long has it been since Chinese fans been so happy?

※※In fact, the Chinese Internet is already in full swing at this moment.

Just one minute before the end of the game, many people couldn't wait to announce that Wimbledon had defeated Chelsea.

Of course, some people also made pranks that the score was equalized at the last moment. After the real score came out, these people were greeted by the excited netizens in the most vicious language by the 18th generation of their family... When they saw the referee on TV blew three whistles and made the gesture to the end of the game, everyone threw down the TV and rushed to the Internet to report the good news.

"The match ends! 2:1! Wimbledon defeated Chelsea! Chu Zhongtian's two goals! Hahahahahahahaha!!"

"All two goals were made by Chu Zhongtian! The last long shot was so beautiful! Three shots were shot in a row, Bellon, Petit, Lampard, Terry... they were all stars, and none of them could stop him!"

"Chu Zhongtian is our pride!"

"Miracle! Wimbledon Athletics created a miracle, an amateur team defeated the top professional team! Pay tribute to the brave Wimbledon Athletics! Pay tribute to Chu Zhongtian who never gives up!"

"Damn, the ultimate kill! The real ultimate kill! I even cried when Chu Zhongtian scored... I was a big man! Damn... it was so embarrassing..."

"Brother, there's nothing shameful about it, I'm crying too!"

... "The game is over! Wimbledon defeated the powerful Chelsea! How many people could think of this result before the game? Haha!" The commentator of Sichuan Station shouted excitedly. They had been shouting like this for ninety minutes, and their voices were hoarse and still shouting.

Chu Zuosheng was not as excited as his son scored the goal just now. He sat on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief - he was too nervous just now, afraid that the team would be scored by Chelsea. Although he is not a fan of Wimbledon Athletics, he does not want his son's 90-minute effort to fail.

Now that he finally won, he was relaxed, and then he felt a little sore in his waist - he had been thrusting for too long just now and had never changed his posture.

Really old.

Looking at the energetic son on the court, he, as a father, couldn't help but think in his heart.

You should know that if his son went to play football in the past, if he won the ball, he would hold his son back on his shoulder and walk home. At that time, he had very good physical strength, waist, and strong legs and feet. Now... he did not get up to sleep, but continued to watch the TV screen. Because the game was not over, his son was surrounded by a large group of reporters for an interview.

He actually couldn't understand what they were saying, but when he saw his son surrounded by a group of reporters, he was very happy and reluctant to go to bed.

In the past, he could only listen to the sound on the phone. Sometimes the sound was not clear enough when he called across the ocean. This time he could see his son's face on TV, so there were not many opportunities like this.

※※※"How is the goal feeling, Chu?" Abel squeezed in.

“Very good, very good!”

Everyone laughed at his simple answer.

"How does it feel to beat Chelsea, Chu?" Abel continued.

"Unbelievable...but very happy." Chu Zhongtian still praised Chelsea slightly. In fact, he thought about defeating Chelsea before the game, so how could he feel "unbelievable" after really defeating his opponent?

"You are famous now, Chu. Do you have any plans for the future?"

Abel's question made Chu Zhongtian stunned.

Xu Xiaodi was on the outside. For this game, he went to apply for an interview certificate. The domestic club also strongly supported it. He had green lights all the way, and asked for equipment and money. If he wanted people, the support from the rear could also set off at any time. He did not squeeze in with those British journalists, but stood aside. He believed that it would be easy to interview him with his personal relationship with Chu Zhongtian. He saw Li Liangcai in the crowded crowd, which made him feel superior... But when he heard Abel's question, the smile on his face disappeared.

He still remembers that when Chu Zhongtian was talking to him, he once said that he would not give up his studies, playing football was just a hobby, and a side job. In order to calm his mother's anger, he also specifically asked Xu Xiaodi to write this article into the interview.

"I came here to study, not football. It's already great to be able to play football. If I say I don't go to school and I want to play in the league, my mother will definitely scold me to death..."

He still remembered what Chu Zhongtian said to him at that time.

But now, he looked at the flies that seemed to be staring at the cake and shook his head: Can you still keep this idea, Chu Zhongtian?

※※※Just when Chu Zhongtian didn’t know how to answer this question, someone came to help him solve the situation.
To be continued...