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The 28-year-old Brian May is Sandhurst's offensive core. As proof, he was wearing a No. 10 jersey. The only goal of the team was that he suddenly pulled to the side and passed the ball low, assisting his teammates to score.

The football passed through Wimbledon's entire defense line and flew between the defenders and the goalkeepers. No one had the courage to touch it. Finally, he arrived at his teammates' feet smoothly.

But he can't pass such a wonderful ball every time. In fact, it is rare for him to pass such a ball comparable to a professional player. That happened in the first half, and until the second half, he was still complacent about the pass.

As long as he wins this game, he will have enough good mood to go to the bar to have a drink for this pass. And this wine is still free!

However, his good mood disappeared after being broken by the black-haired and yellow-skinned Wimbledon No. 8 jersey.

For him, Wimbledon's No. 13 player is already difficult enough. He finally hoped that the No. 8 he had finished the game, but he didn't expect that the No. 8 he changed into... His physical fitness is better than No. 13, and his fighting spirit is even better. If the No. 13 wants to stop him, he needs at least a foul move and can also make some set pieces. What about No. 8 now? It's clean and neat!

Before Brian May could pass the ball under his feet, he was stabbed by Wimbledon's No. 8 player. He turned around and wanted to chase him. The opponent took only one step and left him behind. He looked at the distance between the two and chose to give up.

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When Chu Zhongtian watched off the court, he always thought about himself and Ward from the perspective of others. The conclusion was that he should not need to make fouls. Now the actual situation proved the correctness of his thinking result. He did not make fouls for two consecutive steals, which was very easy. He gave him a feeling: Are the Ninth Division all at this level?

After breaking the ball, he looked up to observe his teammates' running position and found that Russell was raising his hand to ask for the ball, so he passed the ball directly.

Chu Zhongtian intercepted the ball twice in a row, which made him applause from Wimbledon fans. Emily, who was on the court, jumped excitedly, held the sign in her hand and shouted: "Chu! Chu! Come on!"

Seeing Chu Zhongtian so popular, Russell was certainly not to be outdone. He had always been very confident in his footwork skills. After receiving Chu Zhongtian's pass, the opponent's back half-back immediately touched up. Russell, who was facing away from the attacking direction, first raised his right foot and went around the top of the football, making a fake move to splash the ball to the left, and then lifted his right foot and made a move to troll the ball to the right, which once again attracted the opponent to be fooled. The third time was true - he used his right foot to hit the football to the left, and at the same time turned around and broke through!

"Beautiful!" Ingrich couldn't help but scream below. Although he didn't admit it, compared with Chu Zhongtian, he was indeed more optimistic about Russell.

Such an excellent personal breakthrough is very eye-catching in the field of this level. You should know that Russell is a professional player. If it weren't for his poor physical fitness, he would have played in professional competitions long ago.

Russell, who easily shook his opponent, looked up into the penalty area. Joe Hillin was very active. He attracted the attention of two opponent players, while Captain Kevin Cooper, who was hiding behind him, had no one to keep a guard... What are you waiting for if you don't pass the ball at this time?

Russell shook his ankle and passed the ball through the air. Joe Hilling struggled to top it, which attracted the two Sandhurst defenders who were guarding him to jump up. But the ball was not passed to Hilling at all, and all three of them were overwhelmed.

Kevin Cooper came out from behind and rushed to the top with a fish without anyone being guarded, hitting the ball!

The football got into the goal between the goalkeeper and the post, 1:1!

"Long live!" Wimbledon fans who had been silent for most of the game could finally burst out with such cheers. They raised their hands and jumped up from the ground. For a moment, the stadium became Wimbledon's home court.

"Super Kevin Cooper!!" the fans shouted.

Cooper was also very excited after scoring the goal. He opened his arms and ran towards Russell who assisted him. Russell laughed and waited for the captain to rush up to hug him.

The other Wimbledon players rushed up from the backcourt to celebrate the goal.

"Two pounds! Two pounds!" Borger shouted the number in his mouth as the assist bonus. Although it was very small, he was still happy for his friends. After all, Russell directly assisted the ball, and they equalized the score!

Only one person did not join the team celebrating the goal.

Chu Zhongtian rushed directly into Sandhurst's goal from the backcourt, then pushed away the goalkeeper Sandhurst who was blocking the road and picked up the football on the ground.

There are more than twenty minutes left before the end of the game. Logically speaking, they have plenty of time and should enjoy the goal at this time. But he doesn't think so. He is not the captain and cannot scold his teammates and let them come back and continue to kick off. But he can control himself. Now he is just equalizing and not leading yet. He doesn't want to celebrate.

After putting the football in his hand in the middle circle, he retreated back to the defensive area and stood in the back midfielder quietly waiting for his teammates to celebrate.

"Russell passed this ball beautifully!" Ingrich was very excited.

But Eames said from the side: "The initiator of the attack is Chu."

After seeing Chu Zhongtian running towards the middle circle with the football in his arms, he stood up from the coach's seat and shouted to the players who had already celebrated the goal: "It's just an equalization! I want to win! I want to win!"

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Brian May is in a very bad mood now. I'm afraid he has no intention of having a drink after the game, because it was his own mistake in possession that caused the team to lose the ball.

This time he didn't plan to give the opponent a chance to force him up. When he dribbled the ball and ran forward, he changed direction in advance, intending to break through the defense of Wimbledon's No. 8 player from the side.

He obviously underestimated Chu Zhongtian's intuition.

Just as he changed direction, Chu Zhongtian also turned to the other side at the same time. Then he saw that Brian Mei was sucked by Chu Zhongtian and hit her head...

The ball was lost again.

"Yeah!" Emily raised the sign in her hand and shouted happily.

She watched so many Wimbledon games, and this was the best performance in Chu Zhongtian in memory.

The ball that was cut off by Chu Zhongtian fell to his teammates and returned to the feet of Andy Sullivan who was beside him. Sullivan gave Chu Zhongtian a thumbs up, then turned around and took the ball away. Wimbledon launched another offensive.

Chu Zhongtian, who completed the mission, stayed behind and prepared to face another invading enemy. His job was very simple, just defense. When the team attacked, he didn't want to show himself.

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Eames found that someone had done it by his side again, and he moved his eyes off the court and found it was Keith Ward. "Hi, Wardy. You performed very well on the court."

Ward smiled and shook his head: "Now I can retire early. In the defensive midfielder position, there are people who are better than me."

"There is no need to rush to retire." Eames shook his head, "You have more experience than Chu, and you can still help him in this regard. And you can play multiple positions on the defense line, and we still need yours, Vody. In addition, you can also give the kid more during training, your experience is very valuable to him."

"Chu?"

Eames nodded. "He lacks some experience. I think he is relying more on talent on defense. Although this is amazing, if you have experience, you can avoid detours."

Ward agreed without hesitation, and then he asked a question, "Mr. Eames, why are you so concerned about that Chinese boy?"

"You didn't participate in the trial, and you didn't see his performance when facing several offensive players alone. In him, I saw the shadow of the 'crazy gang'." Eames shook his head, "Wimbledon is now getting farther and farther away from the 'crazy gang'..."

When Ingrich heard Eames' words, he sighed in his heart: It turns out that Eames is particularly optimistic about Zug... It's just that he wants to restore the "crazy gang" in the current football environment? This is absolutely impossible. Many defensive actions of modern football teams have been restricted. In the past, they would not have been able to get a card with tackles behind them. Now they will receive a yellow card with tackles on the side and back. The crazy gang used to rampant English football with their wild and wild style of playing, and even overturned the giant Liverpool, but this move is no longer possible. The current media environment and the commercialization of football have made playing football unfavorable, and the small team Wimbledon, who is also right with the big team, has no room for survival.

Why did Wimbledon last eight seasons in the Premier League and finally relegated? Didn’t Terry ever think about this problem? Why is Wimbledon now facing a situation of moving to Milton Keynes? Doesn’t Terry know the reason?

Now is no longer an era when the "crazy gang" can still be crazy. Fourteen years ago, people mentioned "crazy gang" with a little fear. Now the "crazy gang" is just a symbol that specifically refers to "Wimbledon team" and has no special meaning.

Like them, Nottingham Forest is the generation of overlords who once won two European Champions Leagues, but now they can only spend time in the League One (the future English Championship) and fight for relegation.

This is the best time for those wealthy clubs.

This is the worst time for small clubs that don't have money.

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When Sandhurst's coach saw that Wimbledon's morale was greatly boosted after equalizing the score, he was in a position to reverse. After measuring, he found that as long as his team could get one point, he would be content and there was no need to take risks. If Wimbledon scored a goal again, all his sixty minutes of efforts would be ruined.

So he decisively directed the team to shrink the defense line and began to defend steadily.

Chu Zhongtian suddenly became a little idle. The opponent's No. 10 player never came up again, he had no opponent, and always walked behind, which was not a good choice...

Chu Zhongtian looked at the front court with a hot attack in front, and then the deserted back court. He was hesitant about whether to go up to participate in the attack.

Compared with defense, he really has no confidence in his offensive ability. Although he had a record of scoring goals in the junior team, he always went up to compete for the header during set pieces.

Should I go up?

He looked around and saw Emily behind the opponent's goal. Then he saw the piece of paper in her hand...

Chu! Come on!

"I'm wondering...how will a person like you celebrate after scoring the goal..."

Chu Zhongtian gritted his teeth and rushed up.

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"Clog up the middle and watch their No. 16!" Sandhurst's goalkeeper loudly directed his teammates to defend. Russell was active after he came on the court and soon received special care from the opponent.

The two of them came up and tried every means to stop Russell from getting the ball comfortably, so that he could no longer turn around easily.

Russell held the football with his back facing the direction of the attack. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly saw Chu Zhongtian.

He wanted to pass the football to Chu Zhongtian, then cut the running position by himself and then catch the ball.

But just after such a daze, the ball under his feet was broken.

"Oh..." Russell's heart was chilling - his teammates basically rushed up. If he lost the ball, the defense would be empty now...

Chu Zhongtian originally wanted to come up to help the attack, but he didn't expect that he saw Russell conceal the ball just after rushing up. He changed his mind temporarily and rushed towards the opponent's intercepted ball player.

When the opponent's player saw someone rushing up, he immediately passed the ball to his teammates. At the same time, Chu Zhongtian also changed his running direction halfway and rushed towards the player who is now holding the ball.

After Chu Zhongtian saw clearly who took the ball, he laughed.

What a coincidence, it was the 10th again.

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Brian May thinks today is definitely not his lucky day. Why is the opponent's No. 8 always appear in front of him whenever he gets the ball?

He had no moves, his mind was blank, and then he watched the No. 8 player stab the football away from his feet...

Chu Zhongtian didn’t have time to sigh that this defense was so easy and broke the opponent’s ball. It was when the opponent planned to counterattack, and there was a gap in their defense line. This was a good opportunity for us to attack!

He passed the football directly to Russell, who was still in front of him, was upset about losing the ball.

"Don't lose it anymore!" He shouted as he passed the football.

Russell didn't bother to be happy with the loss of football. He knew that now was the best time to attack. Sandhurst's players obviously didn't expect their possession to be lost so quickly...

After scoring the goal, Kevin Cooper was taken seriously by the opponent and could no longer pass the ball. Joe Shilin's position was not very good. Borger was on the wing and was facing the entanglement of the opponent's full-back. Andy Sullivan was too far away from him...

What to do?
To be continued...