At the end of the first half, England still led by one goal. The fans who howled the half-time were soaking beer, and then they came together to discuss the first half that had just ended, and then looked forward to the second half. Xilin and Sullivan didn't know anyone here, so they came up to chat with Chu Zhongtian. They were still very confident in the England team, thinking that the team should expand the score in the second half, and there was a great hope of winning three-pointers in the first group stage. In fact, Chu Zhongtian felt that the England team had no good enough chance except for a corner kick. If this continued, their goal would be threatened, and their fate with Sweden would also become a psychological factor that interfered with English players. But he didn't say it, and he didn't want to sweep the joys of the two teammates in front of him.

After chatting for a while, the three of them turned to AFC Wimbledon.

"Hey, Chu. We went to AFC Wimbledon to play football because we are all Wimbledon fans. Are you also Wimbledon fans?" Xilin asked curiously.

Nowadays, this AFC Wimbledon is basically all players who have feelings for Wimbledon. It is good to say that they are Wimbledon fans at all. There is basically no one here who wants to use Wimbledon as a springboard and then go to a higher league. Because the newly established AFC Wimbledon is not a qualified springboard, and if you want to find a springboard, there are many better than Wimbledon.

"Me? To be honest...I'm not yet." Chu Zhongtian felt that instead of pretending that he was a duns, it would be better to admit that he actually had no special feelings for this team. He came here to play football. After four years of graduation from college, he left Wimbledon. No matter how Wimbledon is going, it has nothing to do with him.

After saying this, he originally thought that Xilin and Sullivan would turn against each other, but he didn't expect Xilin to pat his shoulder: "It's okay, I believe you will soon become a member of Duns!"

Chu Zhongtian asked: "When I was in China, everyone liked teams that could keep winning and bring championship honors, so those giant teams have many fans in our China. I'm so sorry I can't understand why a team that has not won the championship for a long time and has been fighting for relegation for many years will get your liking?"

Shilin was not offended by this issue, he was just a little surprised: "Because that's our own team...I'm from Wimbledon, Wimbledon is my hometown team, who do we support if we don't support her? I also like teams like Arsenal and Manchester United, but this is 'like', and 'love' for Wimbledon."

Sullivan nodded beside him, expressing his agreement.

Chu Zhongtian thought of his hometown team, Quanxing, Sichuan, and the "Chengdu Defense Battle" on November 19, 1995. It may be the most exciting relegation battle in the history of Chinese professional football. He was also taken by his fan father at the scene. He was only thirteen years old at that time, and he was a little confused, but he knew that the game would be the most important game of this yellow hometown team, so he also worked hard in the stands with a tender voice.

Screaming "Get up! Quanxing rises up." When Sichuan Quanxing defeated Bayi 1-0 and successfully relegated, everyone in the stands hugged each other. He saw his father hugging with a strange uncle with his own eyes. The two men were covered in tears and cried. After the game, his father took him to the Everest Hotel, where fans gathered and shouted "Thank you, my relatives, the People's Liberation Army". They didn't want to embarrass the Bayi team that lost,

This group of simple Sichuan fans are really grateful to their opponents, but now it seems like they are sprinkling salt on their wounds when they think about it now... You know, at that time, the Chinese Professional League had just begun, and there were not many in China who could figure out what professional football was. So before the game, there were even Sichuan fans holding a bundle of RMB in front of the Bayi team players, singing "Our team is in front of us." If it were put to this day, I am afraid that the news media would make a hype "Sichuan fans bribing their opponents, and another dark scene in Chinese football"? But no one was surprised at that time. After the game, people gathered to the Hotpot City to hold a victory banquet, but Dad and Chu Zhongtian did not go because they had been almost in the middle of the night. If they didn't go home, my mother's volcano, which had been unstable, would have erupted. Later I heard that the victory banquet was set up for fifty tables, and everyone ate until very late...

It's really strange that the coach who taught him to play football at the football school for several years was a whiteboard in his memory. On this night seven years ago, he remembered everyone's affairs clearly, and even the specific days.

It was the golden age of Sichuan football and Chinese football, and it was the golden age of football in China.

He nodded to Sheilin and Sullivan: "I understand."

Shilin stretched out his hand to him: "Welcome to Wimbledon! I believe you will fall in love with this team!"

Chu Zhongtian held his hand. After letting go, Sullivan's hand was handed over again: "So too, welcome you, Chu."

Chu Zhongtian felt that his team was no longer alone.

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"Chu seems to have made new friends in the team." Old Bente said to Fat John. They were in a corner, looking at the three young men in front of the bar.

"Isn't this good?"

"It's pretty good." Lao Ben nodded, "When he came to work here, he was taciturn and a little gloomy, which made me, the old man's joints hurt. We didn't expect you to find a Chinese boy to be a bartender. What did we think when we saw a black-haired and yellow-skinned Chinese standing behind the bar? We thought this boy would definitely mess up everything."

"It turns out he didn't," said John. "Chu is a hardworking and smart child."

"You are right, ha!" Old Bente raised the wine glass in his hand and signaled to John.

"For England, for Wimbledon, cheers, old man."

"cheers."

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The noisy environment in the bar did not affect Chu Zhongtian and the others' interest in talking at all.

"Are you a fan of England, Chu?"

"Uh...not, I like Brazilian football..."

"It's good that's fine, you're not an Argentine fan. Ha! But even there is nothing to worry about. We are not football hooligans!" Although Xilin said this, he deliberately showed the muscles on his arm for Chu Zhongtian to see.

Seeing him like this, Chu Zhongtian simply burst into laughter.

"What kind of country is China?" Sullivan suddenly asked, and the topic turned away from the football again.

"China? I know Mike China, that Chinese restaurant!" Xilin answered first, "Where have I ever eaten dumplings? Chinese food is amazing. Do you know how they put the meat in the dumplings..."

"Shut up, Joe. I didn't ask you!" Andy Sullivan interrupted his companion's chatter in anger.

Chu Zhongtian laughed aside.

"McChina? I work there."

"You are so ubiquitous, Chu. But why haven't I seen you before?" Xilin asked.

"I am only responsible for dispatching orders. China... is a big and big country, and there are too many things, I can't explain clearly... In short, if you have the chance, you should go to China for fun. Also, don't believe what the media said, none of them really understand China."

Chu Zhongtian once faced such embarrassment. He was once asked by a drinker if everyone in China now had a book with a red cover and was wearing blue or green clothes. When Chu Zhongtian told him that no one in China was interested in chain stores like McDonald's, the British man widened his eyes and thought Chu Zhongtian was lying to him.

After so many years of propaganda on China, the West has been still unchanged and influenced by prejudices. There is nothing new. Fortunately, there are not many people who are as rude as that person here.

The three of them chatted for a while, and the second half began. Xilin and Sullivan left Chu Zhongtian and turned to watch TV.

Chu Zhongtian's worries quickly became a reality during the half-time break. England in the second half and they were completely different in the first half, and Sweden also performed differently.

In the 59th minute, Sweden's Alexanderson scored a goal by using the mistake of England's right-back Mills, to make the score a draw.

Seeing this result, Shilin and Sullivan hugged their heads in disappointment, grabbed their hair with their faces, and expressed their expressions of pain.

Like them, there are also the drinkers.

"It's over..."

"That idiot Mills! I just don't think he is qualified to be the right back of England!"

"Damn, I'm better than him when I go up!"

"I think we may even lose the ball..."

"Don't talk nonsense! The game is not over yet!"

"Is God a Swedish?"

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In this game, England was tied by their old enemy Sweden. Judging from the scene, it may be more appropriate to say that "England tied Sweden". In the subsequent games in the second half, Sweden won multiple scoring opportunities. If it weren't for their forward's lack of ability to seize opportunities, and with poor luck, the final score might be 3:1, Sweden 3 and England 1.

The failure to defeat Sweden made the bar a little disappointed. Some of them left the bar after the game, while others were still sitting here, drinking or discussing the gains and losses of England in the game with others, and they were in high interest.

Xilin and Sullivan said goodbye to Chu Zhongtian, and they were leaving.

"Thank you for the wine you invited, Chu." Sullivan said to Chu Zhongtian.

"It's a pity that your team didn't win." Chu Zhongtian replied.

Xilin shrugged beside him, he looked less disappointed. "There is no way, this is football. Although I don't want to admit it, the Swedish team is indeed our nemesis... It's so weird!"

Xilin shook her head and left the Duns Bar with Sullivan. They made an appointment to come to Chu Zhongtian for a drink next time they had the chance.

After watching them leave, Chu Zhongtian continued to work hard to deal with the drinkers. After the competition, if the result he had not achieved the desired result, these drinkers were a little emotional, but Chu Zhongtian was already at ease in dealing with them.

Occasionally, he would think about Shilin and Sullivan who left. He didn't expect that a game would make him two new friends.

It is important to have two people chatting together on a strange team.

Although Emily has a good relationship with him, Emily cannot be with him all the time, nor can he always rely on a girl. Trying to meet some new friends will only benefit him and it will not hurt him.

For some reason, Chu Zhongtian always felt that the British girl with warm and soft hands would leave her one day.

Princess Duns is like a noble white swan, and herself is like a toad lying in the mud.

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