"I said..." After a while, Russell's voice sounded from behind Chu Zhongtian. "Why are we fighting like this?"

Chu Zhongtian did not answer, Russell continued.

"I originally wanted you to make a fool of yourself, but I was in trouble. Every time I was laughed at after training. What benefits did I get when you make a fool of you?"

"I won't get any benefits when you make a fool of yourself." Chu Zhongtian said angrily.

"Yes, we two became fools in the eyes of others." Russell behind him sighed and fell silent again.

Chu Zhongtian could sense that Russell's tone was changing, and he remembered what Emily said to him yesterday.

He is here to play football, not angry with someone...

"Since it's not good, and I've become a fool, why should I continue to fight?" he asked.

"Then... won't fight?" Russell behind him asked for hesitation.

"No more fighting." Chu Zhongtian answered firmly. When he said this, his heart suddenly seemed to have been removed from a big stone, and he felt much more relaxed.

"I'm really not fighting?"

"I really won't fight."

"Hey...ha! Hahaha!" Russell suddenly laughed. After laughing, he was a little depressed again: "Before this, we don't have to suffer here this afternoon..."

"It seems you have a good rest." Braham came back when Chu Zhongtian was about to say something. He looked at the two people sitting on the grass and said. "Then let's continue. Next is the practice of passing the ball outside the instep, or the limit of touching the ball twice..."

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Enfield Town just scored a goal and tied the score to 1:2. It seems that there is still hope to equalize. The home team fans shouted in the stands: "Score another goal!! They have never won the goal, and the same is true today!"

"Damn it! I look down on people so much!" Wimbledon's players were furious when they heard such shouts from the stands.

"You can't blame others, our performance was really bad before..." Some people in the team were calmer.

"Anyway, I lost enough after losing nine games in a row!" Joe Shilin waved his arm hard, "I don't want to lose anymore!"

"So too." Andy Sullivan stood up.

At this time, Gavin Borger didn't care about how his good friend was far away in Kings Ranch. He spat: "Damn it! They scored our goal, we scored their goal! Without Alai, I can organize the attack!"

"You'd better pass the ball to me on the wing," said Xilin. "Your cross is much more accurate than your pass."

Someone in the team laughed.

"Okay, guys." Captain Kevin Cooper clapped his face, "It's only fifty-two minutes now, we still have time, and we are the ones who lead, and we scored another goal to widen the score gap!"

Seeing the players meet off the court and return to their respective positions, Eames laughed: "This looks like a team..."

Ingrich reminded him next to him: "Should you give me a hundred pounds?"

Eames turned around and looked at him strangely: "What a hundred pounds?"

"Don't pretend to be confused! We bet before, I said that your method would not work for resolving the conflict between Chu and Russell. Then we bet that if I lose one hundred, you lose one hundred..."

"Ah...but I haven't lost yet, Nicky." Eames chuckled.

"Don't come, Terry. You've excluded them from the competition list. Isn't this admitting that you failed?" Ingrich looked at his partner proudly.

"Ha! That may not be necessary. I just think that there is no need to waste my two main players against a weak opponent like Enfield Town."

"Main player? Your statement is too far-fetched, Terry. Two main players who get messy as soon as they go on the court? I have never seen such a person who can be the main player." Ingrich decided that Eames was going to be a liability.

"If it weren't for the main player, why did I let them play in nine consecutive games?"

"There are eighty percent of the players here that you have made them play nine straight games in a row." Ingrich pointed to the bench and said expressionlessly.

"But they are the only two of them who play at the same time." Eames shook his head.

"That's what I find strange, Terry. Why do you do that? You know that it's a bad effect to have both of them appear at the same time..."

"Because they are the core of the team in the future." Eames's answer scared Ingrich.

"Are you kidding? Terry. I know Russell has the best skills and Chu has the best physical fitness... But what does this have to do with the core? They don't pass the ball to each other, don't like each other, and they just want to make the other party look ugly. How can such two people become the core of the team?"

Ims wanted to continue to explain, but his eyes saw Joe Shilin dribbling the ball to the front of the penalty area and then divided the ball to the wing. After Gavin Borger received the ball, no one was on the guard for the time being. He changed the line and directly penetrated into the penalty area!

Seeing this, how could I have to solve the problem for Ingrich? Eames stood up directly from his seat and was waiting to cheer for the goal.

"Stop him!" A burst of exclamation came from the home team bench next to him.

"Pass, Gavin!" On the bench here, Kevin Cooper had already seen the goalkeeper inserted into the goal at high speed, and was waiting for the shot, and they started to clamor.

As soon as Borger looked up, he saw Cooper and quickly passed the football under his feet horizontally. Cooper, who had played in many teams, has rich experience and is stronger than the players on the field. When he entered the goal area, he relied on his experience to lean on the opponent's defender. After Borger's ball came over, he easily swept the football sideways, and the football rolled into the net from the opponent's goalkeeper's armpit.

"Beautiful! Ha!" Eames screamed.

Ingrich didn't bother to ask him anymore, and then jumped up and raised his arms to cheer.

Wimbledon even held a bunch of things on the bench.

Wimbledon fans in the stands danced excitedly and shouted: "The champion is ours!!"

At this time, just one minute passed since they conceded the goal...

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"What do you think the game should be like now?" The two men were passing the ball with ten yards, while talking about the game they were more concerned about.

"I think I should win." Russell said with certainty.

"Why?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

"Enfield Town is a very weak team. But the more important thing is that there are no two of us in the team now...ah!" Russell couldn't help but scream because the ball passed to Chu Zhongtian was a bit erroneous. If Chu Zhongtian didn't receive this ball, it was the responsibility of the passer. They had to re-do this five-pass training set.

Seeing that the football was about to fly out from the other side, Chu Zhongtian had no intention of giving up. He rushed out and removed the football with his toes. Although he stopped at the football, he obviously couldn't pass the ball back to Russell when he touched the ball the second time, because Chu Zhongtian had lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Coach Braham, who was supervising next to him, said expressionlessly: "Come on again."

Chu Zhongtian got up, and Russell said to him a little apologetically: "Uh... I didn't mean it..." He was worried that Chu Zhongtian thought he was messing with him again.

"I know." Chu Zhongtian patted the grass clippings and soil stuck to his thighs.

"But you are really amazing..." Just now, Chu Zhongtian moved on the spot without sprinting or running-ups, without asking for help. If it were Russell, he thought he could not do it. It was not explosive power, but mainly reaction speed... Because just when he passed the ball in a wrong way, he saw Chu Zhongtian prepare to shift the center of gravity there. The player is always very sensitive to the transfer of the center of gravity of his body. He could see at a glance that Chu Zhongtian was planning to go in that direction. "It's so magical, you seem to... know that I'm going to kick in that direction."

"Intuition." Chu Zhongtian shrugged Russell.

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In the 73rd minute, Enfield Town scored another goal and tied the score to 2:3.

"It's so tenacious..." Ingrich murmured while sitting on the bench.

"433 looks good on offense, but the defense is too weak..." Eames next to him said to himself, "Substitution for substitution." He began to get up and point out several substitutes to warm up.

The game has entered a white-hot stage. The Enfield Town team, which narrowed the score gap to one goal, has been in high morale, hoping to equalize the score in the last ten minutes or even complete the reversal.

Emily in the stands looked nervously at the court. The sky was getting darker and it did not affect her at all. Her worries about Chu Zhongtian were also put aside. She and her companions around her were nervously expecting the team's first victory.

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"You have done a good job in passing practice. Now let's head the ball." Braham looked up and looked at the sky. It was a bit late, but it was not a problem. Anyway, if the training subjects are not completed today, these two kids will not be allowed to go home.

As soon as he heard that he wanted to practice heading, Russell showed a look of dismay on his face, and he also looked up at the sky. It took too much time to practice passing the ball because of Chu Zhongtian's mistake. Now it's his turn to head the ball that he is not good at... If he continues according to this progress, he probably won't practice ball control practice after it gets dark. There seems to be no floodlight on the court...

"Pass the balls with your head, one set of five times. Make five sets and two minutes off." Braham briefly explained the training requirements, and let the two start practicing. He stepped aside to supervise.

Russell passed the first ball. He used too much force and directly passed Chu Zhongtian's head.

"Start again." Braham's voice sounded on the side without any emotion.

"You have used too much force, pay attention to controlling your waist and abdomen." Chu Zhongtian suddenly spoke.

Russell was still a little uncomfortable with being taught by this Chinese boy.

The next ball is off.

"Start again."

"Don't close your eyes, so you don't know if the direction of the ball is right. Don't the Wimbledon youth team coaches head the ball?" Although he had already said that he would not fight, Chu Zhongtian couldn't help but sarcastic Russell as soon as he spoke.

Russell curled his lips: "I don't like headers."

Chu Zhongtian sighed: "What a pity your height." Russell was 1.88 meters tall, and Chu Zhongtian was 1.80 meters tall. If he had Russell's height, he would definitely not let the football fall in the air from now on.

Russell was looked down upon by the opponent on the header, so he naturally had to find some things back. "It's a pity that your body. If I were your body, no one would want to intercept the ball from my feet."

"Then let's get together." Chu Zhongtian suddenly said something, which made Russell laugh.

"It's obvious that I'm the only one who makes the head." Russell, who was taller, said proudly.

"Automan, transform!" He pushed the ball that Chu Zhongtian pushed back with force.

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"How many minutes?" Eames asked casually.

Ingrich raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Five minutes."

"Well..." He stopped talking, just watched the court trance.

The score is still 3:2, and his team is leading. However, the opponent's offensive is also very fierce. He has already let the team return to defense, and the offensive players have basically been replaced.

"I think it's okay." Ingrich comforted him, and at the same time comforted himself.
To be continued...