On the 30th, Wimbledon played against North Glenford United at home. It was a coincidence that the injury that caused Russell to completely retire was done by the North Glenford United players.

Chu Zhongtian did not ask Borger if he knew Russell had completely retired, but he could see that.

Because Borger seemed very fighting spirit in this game, and even had too much fighting spirit... Just three minutes after the start of the game, he tackled the opponent's player, which was actually an unnecessary foul. At that time, the defender of North Glenford United took the ball in the backcourt, and Borger rushed up ten meters to put the opponent down to the ground. The referee showed mercy and did not give cards. The players of North Glenford United were a little dissatisfied and wanted to ask the referee for cards. Borger was furious and wanted to cause trouble for the opponent. Fortunately, Chu Zhongtian was beside him, hugged him and dragged him back.

"What's wrong with the blog today..." Coach Ingrich said, touching his chin from the field.

"Is this opponent hurting his good friend last season?" Eames said.

"That shouldn't be true. It's been so long. Is there anything worth holding a grudge for the rest of my life? Who hasn't been injured in football?" Ingrich couldn't figure it out.

Eames couldn't figure it out, but he didn't think about the reason. He just wanted to tell Borge to be honest. So he got up from the position, walked to the sidelines, and shouted at Borge who was still struggling in Chu Zhongtian's arms: "Be honest, Borge! If you want to apply for a red card, you can tell me! I'll change you now!"

This sentence works very well. Borge, who had been struggling before, immediately became honest.

Chu Zhongtian thought the boss was so cool, and he got rid of the crazy Borge in one sentence. He patted Borge on the shoulder, then let go carefully, and was also wary of being afraid that he would break away from his control, so Borge would pounce on the other party again.

Fortunately, Borger didn't go up to find trouble for the other party anymore. He just glared at the other party, then turned around and ran away.

Looking at his back, Chu Zhongtian thought that he must have known about Russell's retirement, otherwise he would not have had such a big reaction... Russell's retirement gave him great motivation, but can this motivation transformed from anger be used in the right place? Just don't blow yourself up... ※※※After fifteen minutes, the situation did not improve. Borger looked full of anger and looked like he was heading towards his opponent's knees and ankles.

Five minutes passed, and he finally got a yellow card for a foul.

"He doesn't listen to you at all." Ingrich spread his hands to Eames.

"Damn..." Eames looked down at his watch. There were still twenty minutes left before the end of the first half. Do you really want to replace Bolger now?

Eames' butt left his seat and walked to the sidelines, but he didn't make a substitution gesture. He stood for a while and turned back and sat down again: "When the halftime break, I asked him what the hell is going on, and he decided to do it."

"You're not afraid that he will be sent off for accumulating yellow cards."

"If he was really sent off, I'd let him know what the consequences would be," Eames said with a gloomy face.

As for whether the team will lose the game because of one missing person, he is not worried. In terms of strength, Wimbledon is much stronger than North Glenford United now. Even if one less person is missing, he will not be turned over by the opponent.

You know, the team is leading with one goal now.

※※※Borger received a yellow card and seemed very dissatisfied. He wanted to curse the referee, but was dragged down by Chu Zhongtian again.

"What are you doing?" Chu Zhongtian yelled at Borge in a low voice.

"What are you doing? Those bastards can't play the ball anymore. I'm going to make them pay the price!" Borger pointed at the players wearing North Glenford United and struggled.

"I have to fight and wait for the game to be finished, and I'm still playing now!" Chu Zhongtian used force in his hand, tightly holding the dishonest Borge.

"Let me go! I just tackled that kid, and the referee gave me a yellow card. That kid was nothing! Why did Alex say goodbye to football because of those bastards?!" Borge yelled. "Let me go!!"

Although Borge shouted like this in his mouth, when Chu Zhongtian really let go of his hand after hearing him, he was stunned.

Looking at Borger who was a little confused, Chu Zhongtian nodded: "Very good, you can rush up and punch those bastards in the face. If you are not satisfied, just ride on them." He pointed to the players of North Glenford United and said to Borger.

"Go. Then I received a red card and was sent off!" Chu Zhongtian raised his voice. "Then, if the opponent equalized the score and even reversed the victory because we were missing one person, who was responsible for all this?"

Chu Zhongtian pointed at Borge. "It's you, a coward."

"I'm not!" Borger retorted.

"You are! You are now!" Chu Zhongtian stepped forward and stared at Borger's nose and said viciously. "When Russell was injured in the game with them, do you still remember how you did that?"

Borger looked at Chu Zhongtian blankly.

"Let me tell you - you scored two fucking goals in five minutes! You even want to score the third goal, the fourth goal!" Chu Zhongtian cursed. "I think Borge who went to the goal to pick up the ball and put it back in the middle circle after scoring the goal is 10 million times better than Borge who only knows how to kick the opponent's ankles and knees! The latter is just a coward who escapes reality!"

"Do you want to avenge Russell? Then go and score the goal!" Chu Zhongtian grabbed Borger's collar with one hand and pointed at the goal of North Glenford United with the other hand and shouted. "In one! Two! Three, four! As long as you can enter!"

After saying that, Chu Zhongtian let go of Borger's collar, "Of course, if you still want to rush up and punch the other person in the nose, and then turn around and come down, I won't stop you. But in the future, I won't call you Borger, nor will you call you a blog, I will call you a birdless coward!"

※※※Chu Zhongtian and Borjie pulled and twitched on the court and sang their teeth and claws, which attracted the attention of others.

"What's going on with Chuhe's blog?" Ingrich asked strangely. "Does they have any conflicts?"

"Only one of the geniuses knows..." Eames changed his legs and he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

※※※"It's so strange, isn't Chu and the blog a good relationship? Why did they suddenly argue?" The teammates also felt something was wrong. But when they realized it, the argument was over there.

Chu Zhongtian threw Borger down and turned back to the backcourt. Wimbledon just fouled and North Glenford United won a free kick. They will definitely organize a new round of attacks. As a midfielder, he must appear in his position at that time.

Borge stood alone in place.

"I said, Coopers. Today's blog is in a wrong state. Do you want it..." Lee Sidwell came up to remind the captain to play a role.

Unexpectedly, Kevin Cooper waved his hand: "No need."

“Huh?”

"Someone has helped me do my job," Cooper said.

"Chu?" Sidwell looked back at his partner in the midfield.

"Yeah. But what the effect is, I don't know yet." Cooper patted Sidwell on the shoulder, "Go back to defend, it's time for the opponent to attack."

※※※ Russell and his dad stood in the stands, surrounded by strangers they didn’t know. The only thing they have in common is that they are all Wimbledon fans.

"Who is the one you entrust all your ideals? Let me guess..." Dad pointed at Borger who was standing there without moving, "Is it Gavin?"

Russell shook his head: "It's not him, dad. Although he is my good friend."

"So...is the Chinese boy who went to the hospital with Gavin to see you?"

Russell said nothing.

His father was obviously familiar with his son and knew that this was already an answer.

"It's him..." Russell's father sighed, "I heard you had a bad relationship before?"

Russell coughed unnaturally.

"Why it's him?"

"He has good physical fitness."

My father was a little surprised at Russell's answer: "It's because of this?"

"He has good physical fitness, and he can practice skills and things that are not good at it. But it is difficult to practice. That is talent, real talent. Gavin's body is the same as mine, but his health is very good." Russell pointed to Chu Zhongtian running on the field and said, "Have I told you his story, Dad?"

"This is the first time you have introduced your new friend to me, Alai." Dad smiled and shook his head.

"Well, it's a long story..."

※※※When Russell introduced Chu Zhongtian's deeds to his father in the stands, the game continued.

Borger's rage inspired the North Glenford United head coach - could he use this to print his foul to get him expelled from the red card?

He did it when he thought about it, and the head coach of North Glenford United took advantage of the opportunity to kill the ball and called the captain to the sidelines to teach the opportunity in person.

After all this, the captain nodded and ran back to the stadium.

Soon, all the ways to anger Borge were almost out of the box.

When Borger received the ball, he had not even made a second move when he was pushed to the ground by the rushing North Glenford United player.

"Fuck you..." Borge got up from the ground and was about to rush up, his hands were almost clenched into fists.

When he saw Borger swearing from the ground, Wimbledon's players were nervous, and the closest ones ran towards him, ready to pull him before he took action. Even Ingrich stood up from his seat and stared at the field with gritted teeth. As long as Borger hit his fist on the other party's face, his swear words would blurt out.

The North Glenford United player who deliberately made Borger was ready to perform to the end. He even had the awareness of being blown out by the opponent's nose - as long as Wimbledon was able to lose one person, what's the point of leaving some nosebleed by himself?

"orge_on! Come and hit me! Baby, come and hit me!"

The North Glenford United player shouted in his heart.

But the fist did not arrive as promised.

Borger stared at him, his hands still clenched into fists, but they just hung on both sides of his body, without any intention of swinging them out.

The referee ran over with a whistle and separated the two. He gave the yellow card in his hand to the North Glenford United player who was fouled.

Wimbledon's players also ran over and dragged Borger aside, fearing that Borger would not be able to control himself and go up to get the boy to beat him up.

Everyone ran up, but Chu Zhongtian stood behind and didn't move. He watched Borge being pulled out, but still stared at each other.

That kid must have wanted to print his fist on the other person's face, right? Unfortunately, if he does this, he will lose the opportunity to use football to avenge Russell.

Fight or not? Revenge with fists or football.

This is a multiple-choice question.

It now seems that Borger chose that right answer.

※※※"Damn, he didn't do anything..." After the North Glenford United player who "escaped from death" returned to his camp, he was still incredible that Borger stopped his hand at the last moment.

"It's okay, come again. Keep irritating him!"

His captain encouraged.

"Recently come?" the man said with a bitter face, "Captain, please change someone. I already have a card on me. I will go down again..."

The captain obviously didn't expect this situation. He was stunned for a moment, then pointed at the others and said, "Then whoever you guys can watch and go up and try not to eat cards. After breaking the rules, he raised his hands!"

※※※ "Huh? He didn't do anything..." Ingrich was a little surprised.

Eames laughed behind him. "You were worried that he was sent off for impulse before, but are you still worried?"

"Let me guess, is it Chu?" Ingrich looked back at Eames.
To be continued...