"Peter Winkelman is an unpopular figure at Wimbledon."

Emily pointed to a photo of a person in the newspaper and said to Chu Zhongtian sitting beside her. Although Chu Zhongtian had known this a long time ago, she still had to repeat it.

The person in the photo has long, messy brown hair, pale face, his mouth slightly opened, his upper lip pouted, his lips drooped down, revealing the buck teeth inside. His mouth shape seemed to say "*" no matter how he looked...

"It was he who planned to move Wimbledon Club to Milton Keynes."

News of Wimbledon's move came to the Times. Because this matter was a brutal one for England's football, so serious newspapers like the Times also paid attention to the matter.

"We won't go to watch that team again." Emily shook her head. She turned her head and looked at Chu Zhongtian, "and wouldn't buy any commemorative goods and jerseys about that wealthy team. Maybe you think we're extreme?"

Chu Zhongtian shook his head. "No, I understand and support it."

He thought of the "Quanxing of Sichuan" that has become the past.

If the roots of Chinese football clubs are like British clubs, they are also built in the community, rather than some company that is temporarily keen on the verge of mind, will our football be better today than now?

Emily is introducing some information about the newly established team to Chu Zhongtian. If you want to try out this team, you may still play for it in the future, so you naturally need to know about this team. Although Chu Zhongtian may have heard rumors about the newly established team from all aspects when he was working at the Duns Bar.

"AFC Wimbledon was spontaneously established by Wimbledon fans. Because we need a team that can represent Wimbledon, and that rich team can't do it, we will do it ourselves. Fortunately, the fundraising went smoothly, which also shows how stupid those who ignore the fans are."

Chu Zhongtian didn't see the scene of fundraising because they couldn't run to various blocks with big boxes to accept cash fundraising. Most of them were completed through bank transfers, and Chu Zhongtian couldn't see it. However, he had seen the enthusiastic scene of everyone discussing donations at the Duns Bar. His boss, Mr. John, was said to have donated 10,000 pounds at one time, which was not a small amount.

Chu Zhongtian suddenly thought of a question: "Does people like me really not need a labor certificate?" Chu Zhongtian knew the labor certificate system of the English Professional League very well. He was very dead and had no room for negotiation.

Emily knew what Chu Zhongtian was worried about.

"We are an amateur team and we play in the amateur league, and we don't need a labor certificate." She took a reassurance for Chu Zhongtian.

“Can amateur teams represent Wimbledon too?”

"Almost all professional clubs in England started with us." Emily didn't mind Chu Zhongtian's words. "It's just that we were more than a hundred years later than them."

Chu Zhongtian and Emily were sitting on bus No. 131 to the trial court. Emily was holding a Times in her hand, which reported that Wimbledon's request to move out of Wimbledon was approved by the FA. Next to the "Peter Winkelman" photo, there was another news about Wimbledon.

"Fans' counterattack, AFC Wimbledon is officially established today!"

The red double-decker bus is running on the British highway. The red-roofed bungalows hidden by green trees are constantly reflected in Chu Zhongtian's eyes, and are particularly bright and beautiful in the bright sunshine.

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The trial was not in Wimbledon town, but in a small court four miles from Wimbledon Art School, the name of the court is very interesting - Kingsmeadow. The name sounds very domineering, but looking at this simple court hiding in the alley, I really couldn't imagine that there would be any connection with Kings' ranch.

"It seems that there are not as many people trying out as I imagined..." Standing at the intersection of Kingston Road and Jack_goodchild_way, Chu Zhongtian shrugged and said as he watched the crowds coming from all directions. After seeing the enthusiasm of the fans at the Duns Bar, he thought that what he saw here must be a lively scene with crowds of people and water. Unexpectedly, what he saw now was a not crowded alley. Although people walked in from time to time, they were not as crowded as they were.

"Wimbledon is a small place, and Wimbledon is also a small team. There are not many fans, so there will naturally not be many people coming to try out." Emily said this very naturally, without any embarrassment.

"Emily!"

When the two of them were still standing at the entrance of the alley, they both heard a greeting from behind.

Emily, who was called to her name, turned around and looked in the sound. She saw two boys standing across the road, waving to her.

"Hi, Ale, Gavin!" Emily waved back.

Chu Zhongtian, who followed her, narrowed his eyes after seeing the two people on the other side.

The two people standing there were two British student team players who used to pass the ball back a few days ago to play with him. It is said that they were trained in Wimbledon's echelon. Chu Zhongtian didn't like being teased like this on the court, so he naturally had no good feelings for these two people. He was silent and said nothing, without any expression.

It seems that the two guys opposite don't have any good feelings for him either.

After seeing clearly what the people around Emily looked like, the smiles on the two people's faces became even brighter, even brighter than today's sunshine, and a little unremarkable. Even happier than seeing Emily, this is abnormal.

Chu Zhongtian increased his vigilance. He didn't believe that after the other party teased him on the court, he could still be friends with him outside the court. There was no such kind-hearted person in the world.

Sure enough, after crossing the road, the two British people walked straight to Chu Zhongtian, clamping him in the middle, one left and one right.

"Look at who this is?" One of the tall men with yellow hair leaned over and looked at Chu Zhongtian carefully, but his words were sarcastic.

"A Chinese!" beside him, gray hair, who was slightly shorter than him, shouted with a very fussy expression.

"Hahahaha!" After saying that, the two of them raised their heads and laughed at the same time.

Chu Zhongtian's eyes narrowed and smaller, and he was seriously considering whether to punch the two proud boys in the face. As long as the two men make any extraordinary moves or say a few words without brains, he promised that his fists would fall on the other party's face. He didn't want to talk nonsense with these two people. Although he didn't have the advantage of one or two, he didn't care about him, and he would hit him first!

"Alai Russell! Gavin Borger!" Before Chu Zhongtian could say anything, Emily next to him shouted sternly. "Shut up your stinky mouth!"

The two stopped their false laughter and curled their lips indifferently: "I said Emily. Are you worried that our team will not recruit enough people? This Chinese team was washed away by five goals a few days ago...and he."

The gray-haired Borge pointed at Chu Zhongtian: "He was fooled by the two of us! Ah haha!"

He said on the side, the tall Russell bent down next to him, raised his butt and circled around him to annotate his words.

After doing all this, the two of them looked up again and laughed.

Chu Zhongtian was already pulling his arm back, just like a archer pulling the bowstring. This punch must have caused the opponent's nose to bleed...

"But he cut off your passes!" Emily said coldly.

The laughter of the two people came to an abrupt end. Chu Zhongtian's originally tense arms also relaxed.

"That was a very beautiful interception, wasn't it?" Emily smiled at the two people who were stunned.

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