"Today is January 25th, Sunday." Qiao Xilin's face was covered with bubbles and said to himself in the mirror, "Hi, man. Did you sleep well yesterday? Okay, let me look at your eyes..." He leaned over and widened his eyes to observe himself in the mirror.

"There is not much blood, it's good. It seems that I'm really resting well. So how about let's change our image today? You are going back to your hometown, so you can't be unshaven. They will be unsatisfied because you have been doing something outside these years."

"First of all, you have to shave your beard..."

Joe Xilin picked up the razor in his hand and began to shave.

After shaving and wiping his face, Qiao Xilin looked at herself in the mirror and whistled.

"Good expression, man." He laughed.

※※※"Your opponent is Chelsea, which is really great!" Chu Zhongtian was making breakfast for Yang Yang and himself. He had just finished his morning exercise plan.

Yang Yang sat at the table, waiting for breakfast while chatting with Chu Zhongtian.

"I can go to Stamford Bridge to watch a game..."

"I said Lao Yang, are you a Chelsea fan?"

Yang Yang nodded: "Yes."

"Then who do you hope to win this game?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

"Of course it's you, so do you need to say it?"

"Don't support Chelsea anymore?" Chu Zhongtian said with a smile.

"It's just a FA Cup. Our goal is the league championship and the Champions League!" Yang Yang shouted, waving his fist. "And although Chelsea is the team I support, you are my roommate, and the relationship is closer. Is it right for me to support the closer party, right?"

Chu Zhongtian brought up the homemade sandwich: "Thank you!"

※※Ms. Vivian Miranda did not do her aerobics this time, but stood in the living room with her hands wrapped around her chest, looking at the stairs. On the TV behind her, a sports news program was being played - the host was telling the audience who were getting up to eat breakfast, what events are worth paying attention to today.

"Today is the day when the FA Cup is rekindled. The most eye-catching thing here is the showdown between Liverpool and Newcastle. In addition, Arsenal's face against Middlesbrough is also worthy of attention from Arsenal fans... For Chelsea fans, their team draws a good draw, their opponent is Wimbledon Athletics and an amateur team. Basically, it's no problem to advance... Next is Manchester United, and their opponent is Northampton..."

Footsteps sounded above the stairs, and Emily walked down with her backpack on her backpack.

"Mother?"

Seeing her mother standing in the living room and watching her, she was a little surprised - shouldn't mother do aerobics with the TV at this time?

"Are you going to watch the game again today?" asked my mother.

"Yes, mom..."

"The FA Cup game is in the afternoon, what are you doing when you go out so early?"

"I made an appointment with Uncle John and the others to meet him at his bar at this time..."

Emily could feel that her mother was dissatisfied, and she also understood why her mother opposed her going to watch the game. So she hadn't even watched the Wimbledon Athletic League game now, but this game is very important. No matter what, she had to cheer for the team and Chu on the spot.

"What should you do when you go to the United States one day? Do you still have to fly back and watch the team's game?"

"If I happen to be on vacation, mom," Emily replied.

"Amy..." Mom had something to say.

"Mom!" Emily interrupted her first, "I am almost twenty-one years old. I am not a child who doesn't know anything. I have my own life. Respect, okay?"

Ms. Miranda looked at her daughter, and her daughter looked at her without any concession.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Miranda withdrew her gaze, but she said nothing.

Emily walked over to her: "Goodbye, mom, I will come back early, don't worry about me."

When she closed the door and walked out, she hummed the song she had only learned yesterday afternoon.

"This is my Chu, my Chu..."

Through the window, Miranda saw her daughter walking out of the yard with light steps and turned onto the street.

The figure full of youthful vitality looked very pleasant.

Are you going to cheer for that Chinese boy again?

She thought of her appointment so happily when she was as old as her daughter, and finally married her date. What about the result?

Humph, man, none of them are good things!

※※ When Emily came to the Wimbledon Bar, she actually saw Chu Zhongtian there. He was standing behind the bartender wearing an apron, looking like a bartender. She felt surprised and strange: "Isn't today a game day, Chu?"

"Ha, is it Emily?" Chu Zhongtian seemed very happy after seeing Emily. He hadn't seen Emily in the bar for a long time - when he came to the bar in the evening, Emily had already returned home. "We gathered after lunch. So I came here in the morning. What do you want to drink? Or a pint of Guinness?" After that, he took out the wine glass and prepared to pour wine for Emily.

Boss John said with a bitter face: "He insisted on coming to work, saying that he had nothing to do and he still had money to make... Can you imagine that Emily? A player who is about to participate in the FA Cup and plays with Chelsea is still calculating about the salary of six pounds per hour! I don't care about the salary of more than ten pounds, I'm just afraid that those who don't know think I'm squeezing our hero... Oh my God, come and persuade him."

After hearing the complaints from Boss John, Emily turned her face and said to Chu Zhongtian: "Look at you forcing Uncle John, Chu. Stop busy, take off her apron. Be good and be obedient."

Chu Zhongtian curled his lips helplessly, put down his wine glass, took off his apron, and hung it on the cloak hook on the wall.

Boss John laughed: "It's true that Emily still needs to cure you, Chu."

"The afternoon game won't be nervous, right?" Emily asked. "The opponent is a game like Chelsea."

"What's there to be nervous?" Chu shook his head and asked, "I'm a little excited and can't wait to fight them."

"Well, there is no pressure. I think Chelsea should be the ones under pressure. Nowadays, almost no one believes that we can win, and even our own people don't think it's impossible." Emily shook her head, "Just relax and play to your full level. Win or lose... it doesn't matter."

Chu Zhongtian looked at Emily, and the two of them were now separated by a bar forty centimeters wide. Chu Zhongtian could even see the fine and soft fur on Emily's face and the raised eyelashes, shaking gently.

He suddenly asked, "Do you believe we can win, Emily?"

"Ah?" He asked suddenly, Emily was stunned. "Of course I can win, Chu. But don't put too much pressure on yourself... I know you like to pursue..."

"Actually, I don't know if I can win, but I want to try hard, maybe I can win?" Chu Zhongtian continued to look at Emily's face and said. "You know I'm not used to giving up before the game. I play football..."

Emily robbed the white-haired man and said, "I know, I know, you play football to win, not to lose."

Chu Zhongtian smiled.

"But Chelsea is strong."

"I don't think we are weak either." Chu Zhongtian shrugged.

Emily stretched out her right hand and placed it on Chu Zhongtian's shoulder: "May the strong win, my knight."

※※※ "I read a lot of newspapers in the morning, and I went to the Internet to read them. I found that almost the whole world thinks we will lose. Do you know how the titles of those newspapers were put up? 'The end of the miracle of the dark horse!' Such a title made me very upset!" Before Chu Zhongtian got close to the bus, he could already hear Qiao Xilin's voice coming from the bus.

"But that's the case, Jeep..." said a teammate. "Our strength is too far from Chelsea... I think it's amazing that we can participate in this game, and what they said is not wrong."

"Fart! Football is round! In less than the last second, do you know who wins and who loses?"

It seems that he has a disagreement with his teammates.

"Good afternoon, Chu. How was he sleeping yesterday?" Head coach Eames, who was standing outside the car, didn't care about everything that happened in the car.

"Very good, boss."

"Then get in the car quickly, we're about to set off."

When Chu Zhongtian got into the car, he saw Qiao Xilin blushing, while Sim Johnston, opposite him, raised his hand and surrendered.

"Okay, Jeep, what are you doing so excited?" Gavin Borger came out to smooth things over.

Xilin seemed to feel that he had lost his composure, so he muttered, "I'm sorry, Sim." He sat down again.

Others continued to discuss the upcoming game, and their arguments were almost the same, all of which believed that the team could not win in this game, so instead of thinking about how to win Chelsea, it would be better to enjoy the game.

"I brought a digital camera and then help me take photos in the locker room in Stamford Bridge, proving that I have been here, haha!"

"I brought the camera too, but I plan to find an opportunity to take a photo with Hasselbaink."

"I'm ready to ask them for autographs after the game is over..."

"I'll declare first, guys. After the game, I'm going to exchange jerseys with Lampard. His jersey is mine. Don't fight with me!"

"Ah, you are so cunning! Lee!"

"Maybe Lampard won't appear on the roster at all..." Andy Sullivan said.

But his voice was too low and no one cared about it.

These people continued to discuss happily what to do when they saw Chelsea stars, which hand is better to use first if they shake hands, and what to say during the game.

"If I tackle Joe Cole, should I say sorry to him?"

"You can tell him that the weather is good today, and you can still see the sun when you lie on the ground, haha!" A group of people laughed. It was actually cloudy today, and there was no gap in thick clouds, so only ghosts could see the sun.

Chu Zhongtian walked over and slapped Andy Sullivan with high fives, then sat in the empty seat in front of him and Joe Xilin. He found that Joe Xilin was not involved, but just sat on the side and remained silent.

So he turned his head and asked Joe Xilin: "Why are you so depressed, dead Jeep?"

Instead of answering his question, Xilin asked back, "Hey, Chu, do you want to win this game?"

"No one wants to lose." Chu Zhongtian shook his head.

"Even if it's a game with huge strength, do you want to win?"

"It's one thing to win, it's another thing to want to win, at least I want to try to see if I can win."

Qiao Xilin laughed: "I am worthy of being my friend! I want to win too!"

"Do you still have hatred for Chelsea...?" Chu Zhongtian remembered that he was once swept out by the Chelsea youth team.

"No, there is no hatred. I used to be a bastard, and it was normal to leave Chelsea. But I don't know if that's right..." He carefully considered the words, "I'm a person who has been away from home for many years. When I come home many years later, I always hope to let them know that I'm doing well now, right? Although I'm a player and a fan of Wimbledon, I also like Chelsea. Isn't that a contradiction?"
To be continued...