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Chapter 72 Farewell to the Past(1/2)

The ticket inspector at Sheikhster Park Stadium yawned, a tear came out of the corner of his eyes and eye boredom.

He reached out and rubbed his eyes. When he opened it, he found two people coming from a distance. One man and one woman looked like a couple, and they walked straight towards the ticket gate where they were.

He slowly stood up from the stool.

There were ten minutes before the start of the game, and there were few people outside the stadium. This was not the case in the past. A year ago, even a minute before the start of the game, there were still people waiting for the ticket check to enter. At that time, there were always crowds outside the stadium. At one glance, there was no sight to see, and only a crowd of people were seen.

But since the Wimbledon club owner announced that he would move to Milton Keynes next season, the number of people coming here to watch the game has dropped sharply.

The league started two rounds, and the fans even gave the club a "refusal to enter". There was no home team fan in the huge stands.

The situation improved slightly later, and thousands of people could watch the game every home game, but it was no longer as grand as before.

Today is the last round of the League One (the future Champions League) this season, and it is also the last game of Wimbledon Professional Football Club on this stadium. Logically speaking, such a commemorative game will attract many home team fans to watch the game and see off the old stadium.

But on Wimbledon, this situation is special.

The team moved without the consent of the fans, and the distance this time was a bit far... Although Wimbledon had moved once because the stadium was too small and could not meet the needs of the Premier League - he moved from the previous Pula Lane to the current Sheikhstor Park Stadium. But at that time, the moving was supported by all fans, because if they did not move out of Pula Lane, they would not be able to pass the registration of the English League Committee because the stadium did not meet the standards and could not participate in the newly established Premier League. There is another extremely important reason: the move did not move too far, Wimbledon and Crystal Palace are next to each other, and it is very convenient for fans to watch the game. What is like this time? Milton Keynes is sixty miles away from Wimbledon, so how can I watch the home game?

Now the club's owner Pete Winkelman announced the name change again. After the team moved to Milton Keynes, they will start preparing for the name change.

This greatly angered Wimbledon fans. The change of address and name change is entirely to erase the name of "Wimbledon" as a football club from reality. That is to say, from the date of the club's name change, the "Wimbledon Football Club" team will no longer exist, and the team with a history of more than 100 years will be destroyed.

So where do those fans who support this team for several lifetimes go?

Therefore, as a protest against such shameless behavior, in the team's last home game of the season, no home team fan entered the stadium with his tickets through the reverse ticket gate as of ten minutes before the start of the season.

The game has not started yet, and the Sheikhstor Park Stadium is quiet like a non-match day. Occasionally, there are a few voices from the away team fans. It is said that Burnley fans, who are away teams, have 1,500 people. They are so lucky that there will be no one here to fight them. They can cheer, sing, or boo the home team players at will, creating psychological pressure on them. When doing this, they do not need to consider the reactions of the hosts.

Wimbledon's opponents who came to Sheikhster Park are so lucky to be home!

The young couple walked to the ticket inspector, and then he saw clearly that the girl was dressed in a sexy and beautiful manner, but the boy was an Asian... "It's so deserted." The girl said casually when she handed the goal on.

"Congratulations, you are the first two home fans of this game." The ticket inspector lowered his head to check the tickets while joking.

The girl whistled to show her mood.

The boy was a little surprised: "So exaggerated?"

"No, it's not an exaggeration. If I were the owner of Wimbledon Club, I would definitely give you the Medal of Honor." The ticket inspector waved his hand and let the girl in. Then he hooked the boy and signaled him to come and check the ticket.

The boy handed the ticket in his hand, looked inside, and through the low stairs, he could see the high and horizontal stadium and part of the stands, and he saw a large group of people.

"Isn't there anyone in the stand?" he asked, pointing to the stand.

The ticket inspector did not raise his head: "It's all fans of the visiting team Burnley. You two go up and stay away from them. This is their 'home court'. Haha!" The ticket inspector was not sad about the fate of Wimbledon's team. He was a little regretful to Wimbledon's fans. Because he was a fan of Crystal Palace. This stadium was originally the home court of Crystal Palace, and Wimbledon Football Club just paid some money to rent it every year.

"Okay. Good luck to you, I hope the game won't be too ugly." The ticket inspector completed his work and let go.

The device used to separate the fans of the stadium and the fans of the stadium is a simplified version of the revolving door - a column in the middle, with four sticks extending around it. There is a circle of such sticks in the upper and middle parts of the column, which happens to be on the head and waist of a person 1.80 meters tall. These four sticks are four doors, but there is no glass.

Chu Zhongtian pushed away the "door" blocking his face and walked into the stadium. Emily was standing on the steps and looking back at him.

It has been more than a year since he came to the UK. This is the first time he has entered the real football club stadium and watched a regular senior league game.

Although it was just a fan passage, when Chu Zhongtian stepped on the steps and saw the flat green field, he still felt like he was running out of the corridor as a player. If he could play a game on such a field, it would have been in vain to study in the UK for four years... The stadiums in England are not like those on the European continent, with high stands and even running tracks. The stadium stands and football fields here are on the same level, and the distance between the two is quite close. When the player goes to play corner kicks, the fans behind him can put their hands on the player's shoulders with just stretching their arms.

The stadium and the stands are separated by billboards. Although the current Premier League stadium stands have been transformed into seat-like, real hardcore fans are still used to standing in the stands behind the goal to watch the game.

Burnley fans have already made it behind the stands of the visiting team fans. As home team fans, Emily and Chu Zhongtian naturally have to sit in the opposite stands.

"It's really spectacular..." Chu Zhongtian turned around and looked around. Except for some away team fans in the stands behind the goal opposite, the huge stadium was empty. If it weren't for the staff and media reporters who were still busy on the sidelines, he would have thought that there was actually no game today.

Although he really wants to play a game that looks formal in all aspects in a regular stadium, if he is in such an environment, even in the Premier League, he doesn't want to play - this is simply boring!

Emily chuckled and walked into the stands.

The two of them found their seat numbers in the empty stands and sat down. In fact, there was no need to take the seats in the right place. Anyway, no one else would come to this game... Compared with those regular Premier League stadiums, the Crystal Palace's stadium was a bit shabby. After all, Crystal Palace was still in the League One (the future Championship). The grayish-white ceiling, large red and blue seats looked very old-fashioned.

A large-screen TV was hung on the roof of the stand where Emily and Chu Zhongtian were, which was used to play instant slow-motion replays and scores, as well as to introduce the list of players on both sides. Once you look back, you can see the two-story private rooms above this stand, with various advertisements underneath it. Now it is empty, all the private rooms are pitch black and there is no lights on. Because the tickets to the private rooms are not sold at all... "It's so deserted, I'm really not used to it..."

Chu Zhongtian looked around and looked around.

The Burnley fans across the street seemed to have felt a little more energetic when they saw the arrival of them and kept singing. Unfortunately, the fans of the two home teams did not intend to play songs with them.

Soon a burst of music sounded on the live broadcast, reminding the fans that the players were about to appear. Although there were no fans, the procedures that should be done must not be missed. The media surrounded the entrance of the corridor and filmed inside. The staff were also around, and the coaches and substitutes of both sides walked out of the corridor first. The head coach of the home team looked up at the empty stands, shook his head gently, and then walked towards the home team coach's seat, while the players around him all lowered their heads and walked into the bench quickly.

"I remember you didn't say you wouldn't come to see this team's game again." Chu Zhongtian pointed to the people on the side of the court and asked Emily.

"I suddenly wanted to come and see it." Emily said with a smile, "Anyway, this is the last one, so I won't watch it again in the future."

Say goodbye to the past? Chu Zhongtian said in his heart.

This is Wimbledon's last game here as a professional club, and they will move next season. Sheikhiste Park Stadium will be restored to the exclusive stadium for Crystal Palace.

Chu Zhongtian is not unfamiliar with Crystal Palace, because in the late 1990s, two Chinese players joined the team. They were Fan Zhiyi and Sun Jihai, who were very popular in China. With the joining of the two Chinese players, Chu Zhongtian also got from unfamiliar with the team. However, neither of them took root here, came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Only Sun Jihai later joined Manchester City and is now competing in the Premier League, which is considered to have successfully walked out.

He is now a small "foreign player", but his level is too low and no one cares about it. Wimbledon Athletics has worked hard this year for a year and has no rewards, which makes him in a bad mood. Today he is just out to relax and watch a high-level game. Maybe he can learn something.

"Actually, after I knew the result yesterday, I felt a little regretful." Emily, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said.

"I'm so sorry, Emily." He agreed to give the gift, but it didn't work. Chu Zhongtian felt a little "untrustworthy".

"No, it's okay. You don't need to apologize."

"I promised you, but failed. There is a Chinese saying: "A real man's words are as good as he can't catch them." It means that he must keep his word..."

Emily couldn't help laughing as he looked at his serious explanation: "You are indeed a bit macho, Chu."

“I just feel like I should do better…”

"Don't force yourself, Chu. I'm very tired to live like that." Emily also said seriously.

"I just don't want to lose, Emily." Chu Zhongtian defended himself. "I play football to win, not lose."

Emily was silent for a while and said, "But there are always wins and losses in football, and you can't always win."

Chu Zhongtian lowered his head: "I know. So I hope that those important games and key games should not lose as much as possible."

Emily laughed in silence: "You are so cute, Chu. If the match result can be as you wish, then..." He thought about it, but couldn't find a suitable statement. He spread his hands and waved it, "I don't know what to say."

"I would be very happy if I could achieve this goal through my efforts." Chu Zhongtian didn't care about Emily's opinion.

"Did you always think this way of thinking when playing football?" Emily was a little surprised.

"It's not just playing football, I hope I can do everything better." Chu Zhongtian replied.

Emily shrugged and said nothing.

The game has already begun in their conversation.

The two quickly focused their attention on the game. This was the first time Chu Zhongtian watched a high-level football game on site. Compared with the Ninth League he participated in, this League One game was indeed considered a "high-level football game"... and Emily was stimulated by the news of Wimbledon's failure in upgrading yesterday, and suddenly wanted to say goodbye to the feelings he had given to the team in front of him.

So they all took it very seriously.

※※※ Perhaps these two only fans sitting in the stands of the home team fans stimulated the Wimbledon players, who seemed full of fighting spirit in the game. The sounds made by the Burnley fans in the stands could not disturb them at all. Even if the two home team fans did not make any sounds, did not applaud or cheer, just sat there and watched silently, Wimbledon felt a force.

They failed this season and died. They ranked in the middle of the league. They had no worries about relegation and no hope of upgrading. The team will move next season, but only two fans came in the last home game. But it is better than not one person, isn't it?

So the final result of this game was 2:1. Wimbledon, who played at home, defeated Burnley, which disappointed the more than 1,500 away fans.

The game is over, and Emily and Chu Zhongtian are also planning to leave.

But when they just walked down the stands, a Wimbledon player ran from the court.

"Hey, wait!"

The two stopped hearing the sound.

After the player ran up, he asked, "Are you Wimbledon fans?"

Chu Zhongtian looked at Emily, and Emily pointed at herself: "I am."

The player was very happy to hear this, took off his jersey and handed it to Emily: "Leave a souvenir. Thank you for watching this game."

Chu Zhongtian looked at Emily. He knew that Emily should not like the team, but she still reached out to take the jersey.

"I will not be your fan next season," Emily said.

That person was a little embarrassed. The club owner did not do this in a good way, but he was just an ordinary player and could not affect the decisions of the club's senior management.

"I'm a Wimbledon fan, not a Milton Keynes fan," Emily told him. "Luckily, even if you leave, we have another team to replace Wimbledon football. Although she's still very young, we'll be back one day."

"Today is my first time to see your game this season, and it is also the last time. Thank you for your jersey, after all, it is still a blue and yellow jersey... goodbye."

After saying this, Emily pulled Chu Zhongtian away from the stadium.

The two men walked out of Sheikhist Park Stadium without looking back.

The player stood there, staring blankly as they disappeared at the exit.

※※※"Are you in a bad mood, Emily?" He walked out of the stadium very far, Emily just strode away and said nothing.

Chu Zhongtian caught up and asked.

"No, I'm very happy now." Emily turned around and smiled at Chu Zhongtian.

But the sadness on her face could not be concealed by a smile.

"Uh... let's find a place to rest." Chu Zhongtian said quickly when he saw her like this. "Go to have a cup of coffee? Or go to drink? Don't go to the Duns Bar. If you don't want to be disturbed, we can find a strange bar... and then get drunk and all the unhappy things will be gone."

Seeing Chu Zhongtian comforting her a little clumsyly, Emily felt warm inside.

"Lend me your shoulders to use," she said suddenly.
To be continued...
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