※※※"This is...This is Chu!" John Motson in the commentary seat stood up from his seat when he saw Lampard hit Chu Zhongtian. He pressed his headphones with one hand and held up the microphone with the other.

"The ball was not lost! Although he was a little staggering... but he maintained his balance. John Terry had already come up... Next he will...oh--!!!"

He saw Chu Zhongtian on the field suddenly shooting!

※※※When Chu Zhongtian withstood the collision of Lampard, the Wimbledon Athletics fans in the stands could no longer sit on the chair. But they did not cheer, and everyone put their fingers in their mouths and bit them tightly... Emily clenched her fists, so nervous that she was so nervous that she had never been so nervous when she faced the camera camera in Hollywood for the first time... as if her body was no longer her own, her lips were trembling.

Chelsea's goal was right under their stands, and she could see every move of Chu clearly.

※※※call--!

John Terry felt a gust of wind passing through his face.

He turned his head and saw the white football flying towards the far corner of the goal like a cruise missile.

And his teammate, Italian Kudicini, had already jumped into the air and rushed towards the football.

He smiled, Carlo should be able to pounce, but this time he jumped early... But the next second, the smile froze on his face.

The football passed through Cudicini's fingers and rushed towards the goal!

"Oh! Oh! Oh——!" Motson could only roar such a monosyllable, because he didn't want to miss a great goal because he talked too much nonsense... "Tsk!" The football hit the back post and made a crisp sound, then rebounded and refracted and flew towards the front post.

Although Kudicini was shot through by the ball, his eyes were always following the football, but now he can't keep up because the football was behind him.

The football flew along the goal line toward the near post and then hit the near post.

This back and forth reflects everyone's hearts hang up - God, can you please feel free to enter or not!

After the football hit the near post, it did not bounce out again, but bounced in... "This is Chu's shot! This is Chu's shot!! This is Chu's shot!! This is Chu's shot-!!!!" John Motson was already crazy. When the football fell across the goal line, he seemed to have returned to thirty-two years ago... Hereford in 1972, that was the moment when the miracle was born. Now he has traveled through time and space and reappeared in front of him!

He can't help but be excited!

"Is this 1972? No! It's January 24, 2004! Ladies and gentlemen! Remember this day, the greatest FA Cup ever is about to be born!!! It's definitely more shocking than that Hereford and Newcastle game! Because their opponents are stronger!!"

"Wimbledon Athletics was pressed to play the whole game! This was their third shot in the whole game! But the score was 2:1! They were leading! Can you imagine it! Can you imagine the result and the process?!"

"Chu! This Chinese student scored twice in this game! If Wimbledon can win in the final victory, he will be the biggest contributor to the team in this game, and he will be forever engraved in the history of the FA Cup!! Even if it is a hundred years later, it will not be forgotten!"

※※"The ball went in! The ball went in! The ball went in! The ball went in! The ball went in! The ball went in! The ball went in! The ball went in! The ball went in! The ball went in!!”

The commentator of Sichuan Taiwan shouted at the top of his lungs until he broke the sound. Then he coughed twice and continued to shout. He would only shout these three words without any effort, but he had a power that had never appeared before.

As a commentator of a local station, he used to comment on leagues from other countries. This was the first time he made such a strong voice for a Chinese and a compatriot!

Chu Zuosheng could no longer hold it in. He jumped up from the sofa and waved his fists alone in the living room. He did not dare to yell because he was afraid of waking up his wife, so he pursed his lips tightly and punched again and again. Every time he punched, he let out a muffled groan in his nose. Because he did not dare to make a sound, and because of his emotions, his face was red.

He, a middle-aged man who is low-key in everything at work and coaxes his wife with a smile on his face at home, has not vented his emotions as much as he does today.

※※※The moment the football flew into the goal, Emily's stands trembled.

Everyone around her burst out the strongest voice she could make, five thousand people and ten thousand arms raised high and pointed towards the sky.

She didn't cheer with her, because she could no longer control her body. She wanted to laugh and cheer as much as she wanted, but tears couldn't stop pouring out of her eyes.

But she was definitely not the only one crying. Around her, there were many fans in this stands cheering and crying.

Even Yang Yang took off his glasses and touched the corner of his eyes secretly. He was proud of Chu Zhongtian and also proud of being a Chinese.

"I'm not dreaming, am I really not dreaming?"

"God..."

"We actually... actually led Chelsea away?!"

"Woo-I just want to cry now!"

※※※ After Chu Zhongtian saw the football enter the goal, he dared to be sure that he scored two goals in such an important game, and the second goal was the final kill at the last moment!

He turned his head left and right to look, then looked up and saw the yellow color directly in front of him.

That was the area where Wimbledon Athletics fans were located. He rushed to the stands like a lost ship found a target.

The stands at Stamford Bridge were only separated from the stadium by a billboard. When the fans saw Chu Zhongtian rushing towards the stands where they were, the fans in the front rows rushed to the back of the billboard.

Chu Zhongtian was like a drop of water that flowed into the rivers, lakes and seas, plunged into the fans, and then he was flooded by the fans who rushed up.

Countless people patted his back, head, shoulders, and kept shouting: "Beautiful job! Chu! Hero! You are our hero, Chu!!"

"Ahhhhh! I love you, Chu! If I were a woman, I would marry you!!"

"That was such a wonderful shot, thank you, Chinese boy!!"

"You made history, do you know? Chu! You not only created the history of Wimbledon Athletics, you also created the history of the FA Cup!"

In fact, Chu Zhongtian wanted to find Emily and the others in the crowd, but he did not find Emily until his teammates rushed up and pulled him out of the fans.

In fact, Emily and the others had to be on top. Although they watched Chu Zhongtian rush over, they couldn't squeeze down and could only applaud and cheer and whistle on it.

Emily was able to laugh, but the tears on her face were still eye-catching under the lights of the court.

She didn't wipe it because her hands couldn't come out and kept applauding.

Now she doesn't want to stop applauding and wipe her tears. Anyway, that's not a shameful thing, just keep it.

※※※Struggling out from the enthusiastic fans, Chu Zhongtian was pulled into their arms by his more enthusiastic teammates.

"Haha! You are so awesome, man!!" Qiao Xilin hugged Chu Zhongtian and pressed him on his chest.

"I can't believe we can lead Chelsea! I thought a draw would be enough to make me happy for a long time. Thank you, Chu!" Sim Johnston put his hand on Chu Zhongtian's head and patted.

"How did you do it, Chu? You just now were like you had a body with Lampard! I often scored such goals in him..."

"No matter how he did it, guys! Now we are the leader!!" Captain Kevin Cooper did not forget his duty as the captain at this time. He summoned everyone - without deliberately summoning it. Even goalkeeper Andy Bale ran up through the stadium, and everyone was surrounded by him at this moment. "Now listen to me, guys! Chu brought us a lead, but the game is not over yet, don't let his efforts be in vain! Now there are less than five minutes before the game is over, do everything we can to defend this goal advantage!"

"Do everything we can!!" the players shouted.

"Let Chelsea see how powerful we are!"

"Let Chelsea see how powerful we are!!" The teammates shouted with the captain again.

"We are the 'crazy gang'! They are the real 'crazy gang'!"

"Mad gang!!!"

"Okay, go back to the competition now!"

The captain waved his hand and everyone ran back to the court. Chu Zhongtian finally broke free from his teammates. He landed at the end, raised his fists and waved to the stands. He still couldn't find Emily and the others, but it didn't matter, he believed that they must have seen themselves.

※※※When the players celebrated the goal together, Eames, Ingrich on the coach's bench, as well as other coaches, and the substitutes all hugged each other.

Everyone just didn't know what to do when facing this sudden happiness. Apart from hugging, they couldn't think of other ways to express their feelings, although hugging was really vulgar... "Ha! Nicky! Have you seen it!? Have you seen it!?" Eames yelled with his partner's shoulder.

"Oh! Oh!" Ingrich whistled into the sky in his arms of his "gile friend", his face turning red.

"This is the 'crazy gang'!" Eames pointed at his players and continued to yell.

"Mad Gang! Mad Gang!" Ingrich had no gentle temperament at all, but just roared madly.

"Nicky! We can win! We are so crazy that we have capital and reason!"

"Win! Win!"

"Nicky! They hate us! They hate us! They are even more afraid of us!" Eames shouted to his partner, "They will never dare to ignore us!!"

"We! Us!"

"Nicky! Is this...hey, Nicky?"

"We! Madly Gang! We! Madly Gang!"

"Nicky!?Nicky, be a little more awake! Team doctor! Team doctor!"

※※※“Cheer, Wimbledon Athletics fans!" Motson sighed when he saw the scene of fans and players blending in the commentary seat.

"The FA Cup is 132 years old, the first time I'm so excited for a Chinese... What a good player, Chu. It's a pity that he's a part-time job... But it doesn't matter, Chinese students. Believe me, after this game, you will definitely receive many invitations from professional teams. Children, the road is right under your feet. Let's go, look at this scene, don't you yearn for it?"

Chris Price saw Motson so sensational for the first time, so he opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

He knew that Morty was completely excited. This game must have reminded him of his years as a trial commentator. At that time, he was still young... Youth is gone, but he can relive the feeling of youth returning to his body through this game.

Even if it is short... maybe I should pay tribute to this team that has turned back time?

※※Watching the players running back to the stadium one after another, Wimbledon Athletics fans were still excited and could not do so.

"Sing! Guys!" a fan suggested loudly, "Sing! For Chu! Our hero, sing! Just sing the song in the first half!"

"This is a good idea!"

"Sing!"

Emily was also excited when she heard this proposal. No matter what she shouted in the stands alone, Chu couldn't hear it. But as long as she sang and everyone sang together, her heart could be conveyed to the boy on the field through the singing.

※※※When Chu Zhongtian turned around and ran to the stadium, he heard a singing sound from the stands behind him.

“…This is a song for those who stick to their faith!”

"Sing for Chu who never retreats!"

“There is no doubt that the game will be more and more difficult…”

“Lucky will no longer come…”

"When he never gave up!"
To be continued...