"That was a very beautiful interception, wasn't it?" Emily smiled at the two people who were stunned.

Taking advantage of the two people's dazed, Emily grabbed Chu Zhongtian's hand and turned around and followed the flow into the depths of the alley.

Chu Zhongtian found that Emily was very tightly grasping the ground, as if she was afraid that she would run away. However, those hands were really soft and warm, just like the last two handshakes.

He didn't understand why this girl who had only seen a few times had to protect herself in front of her fellow countrymen, and he had treated her impolitely. To be honest, if Emily spoke one second later, his fist would have been printed on the tall man's face. When one-on-two, he must use the fastest to deal with the weakest opponent's combat power. Although the tall Russell looked tall, he was thin and pale, and he looked like a sissy white-faced and vulnerable. As for the gray-haired Borger, who was a little short, gave Chu Zhongtian the feeling that it felt difficult to deal with.

"I'm so sorry, Chu."

"Why do you want to apologize to me?"

Hearing Chu Zhongtian’s question, Emily laughed: “Those two people are my classmates and you will be yours in the future. In fact, they are not bad, they are just... a little mean."

Chu Zhongtian did not respond, he lowered his head and walked quickly into the alley.

He was in a bad mood and he did not deny this at all. No one would be happy after being ridiculed, mocked and looked down upon. Chu Zhongtian is not a person who is good at concealing his true emotions, so he did not smile politely on his face, saying something against his will, "It's okay, I don't care." He cared very much, he cared very much.

Emily wanted to say something, but after seeing Chu Zhongtian's appearance, she opened her mouth and finally said nothing.

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Although Chu Zhongtian didn't see many people at the entrance of the alley at the beginning, when they approached the gate of the court, they found that there were already many people there. The narrow box was squeezed so much that it was because of this narrow alley as a reference, which made him feel that there were quite a lot of people coming. And he also found familiar faces in the crowd.

"Old Mr. Bente!"

Chu exclaimed. A man in his sixties came to try out? This is the queen mother.

"Are you here to try out too?" he asked in surprise.

Old Bente saw Chu Zhongtian and Emily beside him, greeted both of them with a smile before saying, "I'm here to see you for a trial. This is a historic day, and I don't want to miss it."

Not only Bente, Chu Zhongtian also found several young people who often appeared in the Duns Bar in the crowd. The oldest of them was Jackson, thirty-two years old, and the youngest was 18 years old Phil. They also saw Chu Zhongtian, and they squeezed over enthusiastically, encouraging each other to be selected.

In order to maintain order, the club asked everyone to queue up at the stadium gate to register for entry. The crowd gathered at the gate, and gradually formed a long queue.

After saying hello to someone he knew, Chu Zhongtian began to patrol the crowd. He was very curious about everything in front of him. He didn't have the chance to participate in such an event in China. Chu Zhongtian found that he was the only Eastern hole... For this reason, while queuing up, he frequently received attention from others. These attention gazes made him feel a little uncomfortable. He thought to himself: Does Wimbledon have not even an Asian fan? If Manchester United fans set up a team, someone might fly from America and Asia to participate in the trial training, as long as they can get notified...

Putting aside his identity, he also found many interesting people while observing everywhere. In addition to him, a Chinese, there are many trial trainers who are eye-opening. Some people wear glasses and have to go to the registration form to see it. They are obviously very myopic. I really doubt how such a person plays... Can he distinguish his teammates from his opponents? He has a big belly and a large jersey that looks like a sexy tights on his body. He is sweating all over his head after only two steps and keeps breathing heavily. The sound is like a bellows. There are still many such people. There are also a thin child who is not mature at first glance. I guess he has not even grown up. Hey, little kid, are you sixteen years old?

But these people have one thing in common: although they are tall, short, fat and thin, and people of all professions, no matter how good they are, at least their expressions are very serious. No one regards this as a group outing and does not take it seriously. Judging from the equipment they have prepared, they value this trial. Perhaps for them, this is a rare major event in life.

As Old Bente said: "This is a historic day." If AFC Wimbledon can become a world-class team a hundred years later, then this day will be a brilliant day. Even if a hundred years later, Wimbledon is still an unknown small team, and in the eyes of their own fans, this day is still very important.

This is a new beginning.

Chu Zhongtian also noticed a detail: There are many people wearing blue T-shirts like Emily, and their chests are printed with: "Wimbledon, will never stop until death."

"This is our own team." Emily said softly from the side.

Chu Zhongtian turned his head to see the girl's beautiful face looked proud.

As a Chinese who had played in China for ten years and almost became a member of the system, he suddenly envied these fans who came to try out.

Our own team...What a friendly but distant name.

At the gate of the stadium, staff were shouting to the trial trainers to sign up for the form, and they were sweating profusely. Policemen wearing bright yellow vests stood on both sides of the team to maintain order. The news media pointed the cameras and camera lenses outside at the crowd who came to participate in the trial train, and some people started the on-site visit with a casual grasp of one person.

"Uh, I'm not here to try out, I'm here to see the try out..." Old Bente was caught and asked the same question again, but this time he was on TV.

The crowds were moving forward slowly in an orderly manner, discharged from the stadium entrance, turned a corner behind, and extended to the entrance of Jack Goodchild Lane, and it was still increasing slowly.

Under the bright and brilliant sunshine in the morning, this colorful abortion seemed to have countless dazzling spots, which was dazzling.

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