"High the sound!!!" someone shouted. "Don't be suppressed by the booing of the Chelsea people!!"

For the players on the court, the vague singing voices that had been vaguely vaguely became clear. They all heard it.

“its_my_chu—!!”

"Now he is our hero!"

"He will never stop running!"

"He made all opponents frightened!"

“its_my_chu—!!”

"When he sprinted, it was like a fire chariot!"

"Don't try to easily cross in front of him!"

"Because he is our Chu!!"

Even people like Yang Yang who didn't know what the lyrics were, sang along with him. He imitated Emily beside him, raised his arms, pointed at the court, and then shouted together. When he shouted "its_my_chu--!!", he would raise his volume, clench his palms into fists, and cheer himself up.

Emily sang very happily, she kept staring at Chu Zhongtian who was focused on the court.

Chu, did you hear it?

You are my...hero! Chu!

※※※Abel, a reporter from the Sun, listened in a press conference seat, and after he finished listening, he laughed. "What a good name." He lowered his head and wrote the words that the fans repeatedly shouted out in the song in his carry-on notebook.

“its_my_chu!”

※※The game was temporarily in a dead ball state, Chu Zhongtian returned to his position to defend. He was too focused on the game and didn't hear any difference in the songs that were sung repeatedly by the fans. It was normal for fans to sing the chorus over the English court, so he didn't care. Until Gavin Borger touched his arm: "Listen, Chu!"

He pointed to the yellow stands.

"A song for you."

Chu Zhongtian raised his head and looked over. He saw the yellow stand full of waving arms, and he happened to hear the sentence "its_my_chu--!!"

When he heard the lyrics of five thousand fans shouted out, a boiling blood suddenly surged into his forehead, causing him to have a cold war.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to Borge.

Borger was giving him a thumbs up: "This is what you deserve, Chu! Beautiful job! Now you give me the confidence to win this game! Even though we are in a mess now... Let's take this score to the locker room! Ha!"

Chu Zhongtian nodded.

"Guys!" Borger raised his hand and shouted to his teammates, "Get up! They thought they could easily break through our goal? Then let's give them some excitement!"

"That's right! Amateur teams are not easy to bully either!"

He received enthusiastic response from his teammates.

In the next game, Chelsea really couldn't score another goal. Even if he attacked with great care, facing the Wimbledon Athletics players who were almost filling the penalty area, even if the Chelsea stars had a high weekly salary, they were at a loss.

When the referee blew the whistle to the end of the first half, all the Wimbledon Athletics fans cheered.

The Wimbledon Athletics players can finally bring a draw into the locker room, because they successfully defended the draw, and they all held their heads up and looked full of confidence when they ended up.

They fulfilled the head coach's request before the game.

Chelsea players hurriedly ran to the corridor with their heads down, and some unsatisfied booing sounded over the Stamford Bridge.

"Look at the performance of the two teams when they ended, there will be a good show in the second half!" John Mortson laughed.
Chapter completed!