Menez won the best reward after the Wimbledon Athletics and Chelsea match. Although he had another best in the game before, the best in the game between Wimbledon Athletics and Wimbledon, if you really make a big splash, it still has to be considered the game against Chelsea.

"At that time, I was an amateur player. While going to school, I worked in a fan bar, and then took time to play football on the team. We broke into the fourth round of the FA Cup at that time, and our opponent was Chelsea. Before the game, everyone was not optimistic about us, and even some of us were teammates who felt satisfied if they could play a game at Stamford Bridge. But what do you think it would be the result?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

Menez looked at the wine in his hand and asked back, "Did you win?"

"That's right! We won!" Chu Zhongtian nodded vigorously, "I scored two goals, the score was 2:1, and a ninth-level amateur team defeated the Premier League team. It sounds like a fairy tale. It was in that game that I attracted the attention of professional teams and became a professional player. I heard that you became a professional player when you were sixteen? I became a professional player after I was twenty."

This is the first time Chu Zhongtian told Menez in detail his story.

Menetz also heard it very well. He looked down at the bottle in his hand. Chu Zhongtian is only twenty-one years old this year, which means that he has only been a professional player for more than a year, but he can perform so well on the court. "You are also very talented..." he said.

"No." Chu Zhongtian shook his head and denied Menez's statement, "I don't have any talent, I just want to admit that I work hard. You are the one who has talent. When I was as old as you, I had already given up football because I had no talent and could not see the future."

"What's the use of being talented?" Everyone said he had talent, but not saying he had the ability. Menetz was a little unhappy. "No matter how talented he had, he could only play in the reserve league."

The topic just turned on the right track. "The reserve league is nothing, I have played in a lower-level team. Frank, Ribery, is like me. He used to play amateur football, working as a worker at the construction site and playing football. When I first arrived at Metz, I didn't even play warm-up games and was kicked into the reserve team. The head coach said nothing to me and explained nothing, just asked me to play in the second team league."

"I heard Mr. Tadio talk about you." Menetz put the bottle back and took out another one. He found that it was the best match against Lyon, but this time it was obviously not an official prize.

"That was given to me by an old fan. He promised me that as long as I won the best in the game, I would give me a bottle of champagne." After explaining to Menez, Chu Zhongtian continued to talk about his own affairs. "I am very glad that I endured the loneliness at that time and persevered. If I had doubted my choice at that time and decided to leave, I would not have been the same person today, and there would not have been any fans who would have given me champagne." Chu Zhongtian pointed to the other four bottles of wine in the wine cabinet and said.

Menez didn't say anything, and Chu Zhongtian's words seemed to mean something.

"Sorry, I'm not a genius, and I can't quite understand what geniuses think." Chu Zhongtian said again. "But if I had the talent like you, I would work harder and win with my teammates. I think that would be easier than now." He said, touching the band-tip on his forehead.

"Mes is not suitable for me." Menez knew what Chu Zhongtian wanted to say.

"So which team is right for you?"

"Monaco..."

"Do you think with your current performance, you can find a position after going to Monaco, which is like a master, and you can get a stable chance to play?" Chu Zhongtian interrupted him. "Stop talking about Monaco, I think there is no team suitable for you in the whole of France, no, Europe. If you always don't cooperate and don't actively integrate into a team, then no team will be suitable for you."

Chu Zhongtian said to the point.

Menez's face was a little irritated. Apart from his father and coach Guy Laconbu, few people could point at him and criticize him like this.

"I agreed to come to your house because I think you are different from them and are pretty good. But if you invite me to come just to teach me a lesson, I think I should leave." Menez put down the bottle and turned around and was about to leave.

Chu Zhongtian did not go and shouted behind him: "This is the last chance, Jeremy Menez! I'm here to help you! Think about why Mr. Fernandez put you in the reserve team? Think about why you transferred to Metz for for the sake of?"

Menez continued to walk towards the door regardless of Chu Zhongtian's shouting. It seemed that these words had no effect on him at all.

When his hand had already touched the door handle, Chu Zhongtian suddenly shouted: "How is your performance in the reserve team?"

This sentence seemed to have incredible magic, causing Menez to stop suddenly.

The poor performance in the reserve team has always been a pain for Menez. He is obviously talented, but he can't show it. He is not the core and lacks support on the court, so he always seems lonely. No matter how good his talent is, he can't play.

Seeing Menez stopping, Chu Zhongtian struck while the iron was hot: "You never thought why? You are a genius, but football is a sport of eleven people. Can you defeat a team alone? You can play a hat trick against Bordeaux, but did you score three goals in every game you played last season? When you score, are those teammates who pass the ball for you and involve your opponent's defensive attention at all?"

Chu Zhongtian did not give Menez time to think and continued, "It's not your first time playing football. You must understand all these principles. Why did you never have that idea in Socio? When you arrive at Metz, you think the whole team should serve you as a matter of course? Do you want to be the core? Do you want to be the leader? Do you want everyone to pass the ball to you willingly? Then let's show it to us!"

"I am now the core of the team's organization. All teammates will consider passing the ball to me when they have the ball. As long as I wave my hand and ask for the ball, I can get the ball. Do you know why this is? I am not as talented as you, why can I, but you can't? That's because I played in obscurity in the reserve team for half a season! That's because I always want to help my teammates, pass the ball to them, and assist them, so they are willing to pass the ball to me!"

As he was talking, Chu Zhongtian suddenly thought of the days when he had a conflict with Russell when he first arrived at Wimbledon. For the sake of "hatred" between them, they ignored each other and never cooperated, which led to the split of the team. As long as they were on the court, Wimbledon would seem to have two better players, while their opponents seemed to have two more players.

It's so naive... "Jeremy, football is a team sport. You pass the ball to me, and I pass it to you who run in the air. If you don't pass the ball to me, how can I pass the ball to you? I don't even have a ball, how can I pass it? You want to be the core and want everyone to pass it to you willingly. First of all, you have to pass the ball to them first. Everyone is for me, and I am for everyone, that's that simple."

Chu Zhongtian spread his hands and walked behind Menez. Then he patted his shoulder.

"Don't stand stupidly, let me cook. Let's eat authentic Chinese food! If you think it's delicious, just pass the ball to me on the court."

After saying that, Chu Zhongtian turned around and walked towards the kitchen, no longer caring about whether Menetz wanted to open the door and go out.

And until he walked into the kitchen, he didn't hear the sound of closing the door.
Chapter completed!