Russell did not come back after being taken away by ambulance.

Borger completely dominated the game in the following time, and he suddenly broke out and became the most active person in the game. He sprinted on the wing again and again without hesitation, looking for opportunities.

When the opponent scored a goal in the 83rd minute, the score was 4:2. No matter what, as long as there was no big accident, Wimbledon was sure to win this game. But Borger was not satisfied with this, and he even reached the forward position, and he was eager to score.

Just the third minute after North Glenford United scored, Borger scored. He received a pass from his teammate on the wing, forced himself to overtake by speed, and then shot hard with a strong and heavy shot at the angle. The football flew directly over the goalkeeper, and the goalkeeper of North Glenford United didn't even react, so the ball went in!

5:2!

Borger, who scored the goal, did not yell or spread his arms, and he made an unexpected move - running into the goal, leaned over and picked up the football from the still stunned goalkeeper, then hugged him and ran back to the middle circle, pressed the football there, signaling the players of North Glenford United to come up and kick the ball.

He scored a goal, and the 5:2 score has not yet satisfied him.

After the kickoff, Glenford was obviously beaten by Wimbledon and lost his fighting spirit. Now they can't remember at all. Before the game, they still swear to take revenge. Revenge? Don't joke? It would be nice if we can go back alive... In the last few minutes of the game, North Glenford United no longer attacked. They passed the football back and forth between their own people, intending to delay the game time and drag it directly until the end of the game.

In fact, Wimbledon's players didn't go up and pressed, they were quite satisfied with the score of 5:2. If the score was 2:2 at this time, they would have been snatched up all the games long ago.

Now... only Borge is snatching wildly in the frontcourt, and he is not satisfied.

North Glenford United felt very uncomfortable with Borger's approach - how could the side who led three goals still press so hard in the last minute of the game? Their players also made mistakes in their busy schedule and kicked the ball to Borger!

The next thing was simple. Borger used his speed to break through the opponent's unformed defense line, and then faced the goalkeeper and made a stance to shoot at the near corner. He shook his ankle and pushed the football to the far corner. Then he watched the football slowly roll into the goal.

After scoring the goal, Borge still did not celebrate. He ran to the goal, took out the football from the net, held it in his arms, trotted all the way to the middle circle, put the football down, retreated, and waited for the opponent to kick off.

Do you know what the players of North Glenford United are thinking now? They hope that the referee will blew the midfield whistle now and end the game. At the beginning 2:1, they thought that this game would definitely be able to successfully take revenge, and as long as they scored another goal, they could equalize the score. By then, the opponent's morale was disintegrating, which would be a good time for them to launch a large-scale counterattack. Who thought that when the game was ninety minutes old, they did score the second goal, but it was meaningless because the opponent scored four more goals... Looking at the opponent's No. 17, they seemed unwilling to give up? God, it wasn't enough to score twice? Does he want to have a hat trick?!

This kid was not showing any signs of disgrace in the previous game, so why did the game suddenly explode after almost ending?

They can't figure this out, they can't bear to die with their eyes open.

Only Wimbledon's teammates understood why Borger was not satisfied with scoring two goals in a row, and wanted to score goals and continue to destroy his opponents.

Because he and Russell are good friends, they grew up together, received training together, and were abandoned by the club together... The depth of their relationship is beyond the reach of others. Seeing Russell's injury was like he was injured by himself, Russell's injury and departure angered him.

People almost forgot that the person who has received Wimbledon Professional Football Club echelon training is actually an Ale Russell, and a Gavin Borger. The assaulter Gavin Borger who is also excellent in skills and faster and is good at wing lanes.

He is a big mouth, and he only follows Russell's lead. Sometimes he is quite cheap... In the game, he mostly breaks through and crosses, and rarely scores goals. But this does not mean that he can't score goals. He is completely different from Chu Zhongtian. No one dares to bet with him about running naked if he scores goals.

After Russell was injured, he could not rush up and punch the perpetrator, nor could he bother the referee, asking him to send the opponent's No. 4 off. He could only choose to express his anger in his own way, that is - score the goal himself!

The referee saved North Glenford United. When they just played football, he blew the whistle to the end of the game. At this time, the injury stoppage time had just passed one minute, and the injury stoppage time in this game was four minutes... In their opinion, there was no need to make up for more time in this game. Borger was a little angry and wanted to go up and ask the referee for trouble.

"Why not make up for enough time? There are three minutes left!"

Kevin Cooper quickly pulled him down. He didn't want Borger to get another yellow card after the game. He had already got one yellow card before. If another one came, it would be "two yellows turned into one red" and he was sent off. The team has lost Russell and can't lose another Borger.

"Okay, blog! The game is over, we won 6:2!"

"So what? Give me another three minutes and I can score another goal!" Borger struggled in the captain's arms.

"Even if you can score ten more goals, Russell will be injured!" As the leader of the team, Cooper was still very majestic. He shouted sternly, drinking Borger so hard that he didn't dare to say anything anymore.

"I hope his injury is not too severe." Cooper patted his shoulder. "I know you don't want to see him get injured, but this is football, blog. No one can avoid such things, and those famous stars are the same. What we should think now is how to keep the team winning while he is absent. He is leaving next season. I think you also hope to give him a promotion championship as a gift, right?"

Borger lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, captain..."

Cooper put his hand on his head, grabbed it, and said nothing. Russell's injury was probably not too light in the eyes of his experienced player, but I just hoped that he could catch up with the last game. Just a week ago, the boss of Eames looked for him and said that the team was planning to prepare a farewell game for Russell...※※Russell was injured and went to the hospital for examination. Everyone just expressed their concern, but they didn't take it too seriously. It was not that this group of teammates had a bad relationship with Russell, but for players, injury was really a normal thing. The difference was only the degree of injury. Some people had a small injury in their careers, while others were always destined to be seriously injured, such as Brazil's legendary shooter Ronaldo.

No one hopes that Russell suffered a serious injury, so they didn't think in that direction. It was a penalty area, and it seemed that as long as he thought about it, it could become a reality. So Borger kept trying to make himself laugh: "Ha! It's no big deal! It must be like that, haha! I think he only needs a week to rest and come back. Anyway, he has been tired of playing continuously recently..."

Chu Zhongtian didn't think much about it. As long as the bones and ligaments were not damaged, the problem should not be very big.

When I returned to Dons Bar in the evening, the boss was packing the video of the game that had been carved and preparing to send it to Emily.

After seeing him coming, he gave him a thumbs up: "I think this game must be the best birthday gift for Emily."

Other drinkers also came forward to congratulate Chu Zhongtian for his first goal.

Everyone expressed their intention to invite Chu Zhongtian to drink, and Chu Zhongtian waved his hand quickly: "You can just treat a drink together. I've drunk too much, and I'm afraid I'll have another headache tomorrow."

Everyone laughed and raised their glasses to him. Chu Zhongtian poured a pint of wine for himself and drank half of the glass in one breath, which responded to everyone's enthusiasm and concern.

After packaging the CD, the boss took out another CD and stuffed it into the VCD machine.

"Guys! Come to the game!" He turned on the TV hanging from the ceiling with the remote control.

The screen turns from black to bright, and noisy sounds are heard from the speakers.

"Hey, that's me!" Jackson stood up and said, pointing to the figure with half his head exposed in the lower right corner of the screen.

Then many people found themselves on the TV screen.

It turned out that John kept the backup.

Chu Zhongtian also raised his head and looked at the TV. This was the first time he saw a game he participated in on the TV... When Russell scored the first goal, a huge cheer burst out from the stands, and the camera swayed. Countless arms stood up and blocked the camera in front of the camera. It was like the camera on the stands, which was taken after the goal.

"We are ahead! This is the first goal! The person who scored the goal was... Alai Russell!" The boss's "commentary" sounded on the TV. Except for the sound was a bit distorted, everything was fine.

"Ha! Old man, you can go to BBC or Sky TV as a commentator if you don't open a bar!" Old Bente's teasing John caused a burst of laughter.

"There are more exciting things behind!" Boss John continued to stare at the TV.

It was the first time Chu Zhongtian saw the competition he participated in on TV. Those national competitions did not broadcast any TV. But this was far less shocking than the first time he saw his goal on TV... He raised his neck and stared at the screen of the TV. He didn't dare to blink for a blink of an eye, for fear that he would miss this wonderful scene in the blink of an eye. In the picture, he turned his back to the camera, swung his right foot, and shot hard at the football lying on the ground!

The slow release process is adopted here. Wimbledon's two goals in the previous game and the goal in North Glenford United are not treated like this. It is obviously because of the special care of Boss John.

In slow motion, the picture of the splashing water was very clear, and the loose grass chips and soil flew up with Chu Zhongtian's legs. His movements looked full of the beauty of strength, and each muscle burst out after accumulating strength. The jersey wet by the rain tightly clamped against his body, outlining the outline of his strong and toned muscles. Chu Zhongtian is 1.80 meters tall and weighs 80 kilograms. The strength and integrity of his body are fully displayed in this picture.

At this moment, the cheers on the TV and the cheers in the bar were combined into one, and the drinkers raised their arms and shouted in their mouths: "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

At this moment, Chu Zhongtian felt as if he had flew up. The huge cheer made him feel rippled. He almost forgot where he was at this time. He wanted to open his arms and run around the field. During the game, he was just trying to make Philip jump down and run naked. He forgot to celebrate seriously. As a result, the first goal celebration passed hastily. It was a pity... Amid the roars all over the room, the football came into the net!

So cool! So cool!!

He couldn't help but clench his fists from the bar.

When he saw Beckham sending England directly to Japan with a free kick, he felt envious, but he never thought that he would have such a day.

The goal was replayed several times before it passed.

Philip's white figure appeared on the screen.

"Wow, was this really used as a birthday gift for Emily?" someone exclaimed.

"It's really coded..." Old Bente murmured at Philip on the screen. And it was thick. Except for one head, it was basically a moving mosaic... Even Chu Zhongtian couldn't help laughing. He was chased and didn't watch it carefully. Now when he saw this scene on TV, he suddenly felt quite funny.

"Does anyone know what happened to Charles later?" he asked loudly.

"I heard that Kenny took him home!" Someone answered him.

Chu Zhongtian said oh and felt relieved. After all, he and Philip had no deep hatred. He just wanted Philip to make a clown and joke, just stop making a big fuss.

Next, everyone had no intention of continuing to watch TV. They knew the game clearly. Everyone came up to continue congratulating Chu Zhongtian on his goal.

"I have to admit that I didn't expect you to really score a goal at first, and you did a good job, Chu." Jackson stepped forward and patted Chu Zhongtian on the shoulder.

"That shot is professional!" Phil shouted excitedly.

"I have watched Wimbledon's goal in the stands at Sheikhist Park for so many years, and I rarely see such a goal. I will never brag!"

"After seeing this ball, I really doubt whether you deliberately pretended not to shoot before? If that's the case... Philip is really unlucky, haha!"

"Guys! To celebrate Chu's first goal..." Old Bente raised the wine glass in his hand high. As he moved, the golden wine rippled in the transparent glass, and the white foam seemed to be the thousand-dollar snow rolled in seven. "Let's have this glass!"

"Damn!!!" The group of people agreed, raised the wine glass in their hands, then tilted their necks and drank them all.

※※※ When all the drinkers dispersed, it was time to close again.

After Chu Zhongtian cleaned the sanitation in the store and was about to say goodbye, he was stopped by the boss.

Looking at a cowhide envelope handed over by Boss John, he was a little confused.

"This is your goal bonus, Chu." John put the envelope in front of Chu Zhongtian.

There are bonuses for goals, Chu Zhongtian only knew that this was the team's regulations, each goal was five pounds, not too much. He didn't expect that the bar would give him a reward. He picked up the envelope and took out a count - a total of five pounds with a face value of twenty, with a total of one hundred pounds!

He was surprised. He was not the kind of noble person. Scoring a prize is a good thing for him, and he would not refuse, but he didn't expect that there would be so much... a hundred pounds, which is basically equivalent to the money he earned after working here for a week.

He looked up at the boss with a smile. His chubby face looked so kind now, but when he first met his boss, his face was as cold as an iceberg, keeping people from thousands of miles away.

When he came to this bar to work carefully, the drinkers who were full of alcohol and burping, and didn't even stretch their words. The drunkards didn't look very friendly. He had been worried about being discriminated against because he was a yellow-skinned and dark-haired oriental. He also worried about messing up his job because he couldn't understand the British slang and eventually being swept out and losing a source of income. In his opinion, these British men with poor language were all accompanied by their faces, their tone was exactly the same, and their expressions were just as strange as they were, so that for a while he could not tell these people one by one.

When he was alone in this strange country and a strange town, he never thought that there would be such a day. Everyone chatted with him with a smile, patted his shoulders and encouraged him, hugged his neck and laughed. At that time, he only hoped to end his four-year study experience and then return to China to find a job. He never thought of integrating into the life of this country. Maybe he would make friends with one or two British classmates, but he would not be the focus of people's attention and would not be such a popular person.

He does not belong here, and he did not want to leave his own traces here. It would be best if four years later he left without a trace of nostalgia, just to think it was a short stop. As for the exotic beauty girlfriend, playing football with a group of friends, she also has a common goal, scoring goals in the game, and her name was cheered by more than 4,000 people... These messy things have never appeared in his mind.

Why does the trajectory of life deviate here? Where did this road turn?

It all started at noon that day, when a girl as beautiful as a princess walked into the Duns bar and asked him, "Do you want to play football?"

Chu Zhongtian nodded to the boss: "Thank you, boss."

He put the envelope in his hand into his schoolbag.

"Hi, what are you grateful for!" The boss slapped Chu Zhongtian on the right shoulder, "I'll tell you, as long as you can score a goal in the game, it will be a prize of 100 pounds, and you will definitely be the only one!"

Chu Zhongtian really didn't expect his boss to be so generous. Not only did he increase his weekly salary since he played the ball, but now he still has a goal of 100 pounds, which is simply too generous... But the next boss John's words almost made him fall for a fall.

"Anyway, you only scored this goal in a season, hahaha!"

Hey!

Chu Zhongtian rolled his eyes secretly.

Capitalists are indeed cunning and stingy class enemies!
Chapter completed!