The BBC's programme is not likely to air until next Thursday, and before that, there is an even more important event in the spotlight – the draw for the third round of the FA Cup.

This was the fateful moment at Wimbledon, and what did they get in the end after two rounds of hard work, whether it was a Premier League team or a League One team, a strong team or a weak team?

The draw took place on Friday afternoon and was broadcast live on both television and radio.

So everyone's hearts flew to the scene of the draw ceremony...... ※※※ This afternoon is the time to lead the junior team to train, but Joe. Schilling moved a TV and put it outside the house, and told the young players that they were "practicing watching TV" today.

"Is it the draw for the third round of the FA Cup, Joe?" One of the team members asked.

"You're so smart, boy!" Shirin gave him a thumbs up.

“wow！ I wonder who we're going to meet......" The twelve or thirteen-year-olds spoke like adults about football.

"It's better to run into a strong team! I love Arsenal! They haven't lost a game so far this season! ”

'Chelsea are good, too! With Chelsea, we'll have more money! The Russians are a very generous boss! ”

The young players were arguing on the side, while Schilling was adjusting the TV antenna. When the dark blue background wall of the lottery finally appeared on the screen, he slapped his face: "Okay, little ghosts!" Silence me all! ”

He turned and pointed to the grass: "Now sit down honestly for me." ”

A group of children are very obedient on the grass of the court.

"Very good, watch TV quietly, and if anyone makes trouble, I'll punish him for a run!" Joe. Schilling himself walked behind the young players and sat down to watch live TV.

However, the young players did not stay quiet for long, and when a familiar face appeared on the TV, they pointed to the TV screen and called.

"We brought in Lineker to conduct the draw ceremony......," said the TV.

"Hey, it's Lineker!"

"I often watch his Daily Event!"

"My dad is his fan......"

Shirin shouted from behind, "Be quiet, I can't even hear what is being said in there!" ”

The young players immediately fell silent again, and some people secretly turned their heads to look at their coach, for fear that he would get angry and tell them all to run laps.

Borger skipped class again, but not for training or competition, but to watch the draw ceremony. He didn't skip classes in the first two draws, because he wasn't interested in whoever he was drawing, but now it's different, he's eager to draw a strong team, and it's away.

He slipped into the Wimbles bar where Chu Zhongtian worked and got in.

The bar was already packed, and no one was interested in coming in, even if he was a Wimbledon player, and no one looked at him at this time. Because everyone's interest is on TV, at the upcoming draw ceremony.

Only when he squeezed in front of the bar to ask for a drink, the owner, Colin. John was surprised, "Aren't you in class today, Borger?" ”

"I'm here to see this." Borger gestured to the TV screen.

Colin. John suddenly realized: "You kid...... What's the point? ”

"Just take a pint." I don't care what I drink, but I'm embarrassed to watch other people's TV, so I want a beer.

Boss John handed him a glass of light ale, "Which team do you think we're going to run into, Borger?" ”

"How do I know, Boss John? I'm not a prophet......"

"Well, you like playing against that team?" The boss asked a different question.

"That's too much...... If I could, I'd like to play all the teams in the Premier League! ”

"Wait until we get promoted to the Premier League!"

The two of them laughed, and Boss John went back to his business, while Borger stood in front of the bar with his beer in hand, looking up at the TV hanging from the ceiling like everyone else here.

The lottery ceremony has not yet begun, and the invited guests are chattering nonsense.

"Let's start the lottery!" Someone in the bar complained. "I can't wait!"

"Hey, don't worry, man. It's always our turn......" Old Bent was evidently more composed than the others, and he comforted the impatient.

"Who do you think we're going to draw......" More often than not, people are asking each other questions like this.

"Guess the Opponent" is a very interesting game that everyone loves to play.

"Everton, I guess!"

"Why can't you make Liverpool? It's all together anyway......"

"I want to play against a strong team, I don't care which one it is. It's been a shame to get to this point, and if I end up playing against a League One team. ”

※※※ Terry. Eames is building his fence in the garden, except for football, gardening is his favorite, and when he is not busy, he spends the whole day in the garden, fiddling with the flowers and plants, rather than going to the ball game.

But today is different, on the table next to him, there is a radio, where a beeping sound is emanating: "...... The draw ceremony is about to begin, and we can see those large transparent glass boxes with the names of the teams printed on them in small balls, which are contained in the boxes...... It's a good show. ”

Eames's large scissors had no intention of stopping, and they clicked non-stop, but when he heard this, the movement of his hands slowed down a little.

※※※ James. Merry sat at home, changing the diaper of his second little daughter while staring at the TV screen. In order to appease his wife's anger, he took the initiative to take care of his children, and he can do it very skillfully now, such as changing diapers, which is usually done by women.

As for his wife, she still has to go to work.

An advertisement is playing on the TV screen, and the TV viewer is prompted in the upper right corner of the screen to return to the lottery in 62 seconds.

He follows the results of the FA Cup draw every year, but it was the first time he sat in front of the TV to watch the draw live.

Not to know who Arsenal are against, but to see who Wimbledon will be against.

Since watching Wimbledon off the pitch, he's been more concerned about his hometown team.

Wimbledon are likely to be against a Premier League side or a League One side. For the lower divisions like them, the FA Cup has come to an end with a hard-fought road to the FA Cup, and few teams below the third tier have made it past the third hurdle. Wimbledon can advance to the third round, enough to be called the darkest dark horse of the season, still want to move forward? The chances are too slim.

So this is their last chance to shine.

The advertisement ended, but the little daughter's diaper had not been changed. Or that Merry's mind was not on changing diapers at all for a short time, until his daughter was very uncomfortable with the wet diapers and started crying, he woke up suddenly, lowered his head and concentrated on changing diapers.

"Now let's draw ......lots," a voice came over the TV.

※※※Chu Zhongtian was sitting in the middle of the teacher, the lecturer was in front of the class, but the two friends around him were not listening honestly. Charles. Philip had a miniature radio in his hand, two earbuds stuck in one of his ears and the other to the left. Kenny leaned over, trying to fit the earbuds into his ears.

They were listening to the draw ceremony, which was broadcast live in the afternoon, on the radio. Philip listened as he took notes in his notebook.

Chu Zhongtian didn't do this, because he still had to listen. There was a muffled sound coming from the headphones, and he still wandered from time to time - has the lottery begin? Which team has been drawn? Who will be our opponents?

Thinking so, he didn't listen to a word of what the teacher said.

※※※ The draw ceremony is already halfway through, and many strong teams have already appeared.

Whenever a Premier League powerhouse was drawn, Philip whispered to Chu Zhongtian, who was sitting on his right.

"Arsenal and Leeds United."

Today's Leeds United, although still in the ranks of Premier League teams, is on the decline, and it has long since lost the courage of the "Young Guard". It doesn't pose much of a threat to Arsenal, as long as Arsenal don't underestimate the enemy, they should be able to qualify.

'Watford drew Chelsea ......'

Watford are a League One side and if Chelsea play normally, winning won't be a problem.

"Manchester United...... Aston Villa, tsk, it's Vera, why not us! Philip complained. He'd always wanted Wimbledon to play Manchester United, but now he's disillusioned. Aston Villa are also a Premier League team, and this is another clash between Premier League teams.

Kenny, on the other side, seems very happy because he is a supporter of "Liverpool as opponent", and now that Liverpool is the only one left in the top four of the Premier League, he still has hope.

'My gut tells me that when Liverpool plays, they'll be with us!' Kenny whispered triumphantly.

After a while, the smug look on his face disappeared, and his face gradually became solemn. Chu Zhongtian guessed that it was because Liverpool's name was read on the radio.

"Hah!" Philip burst out laughing.

"!" Kenny, to his left, cursed under his breath.

Chu Zhongtian looked over curiously.

Philip gestured to him and said, "It's Jovel!" Listening to the introduction, it seems to be a third-division team...... Hey, Joseph, you're out of the picture. ”

Liverpool's opponents are Yeovil (yeovil_town) from the English third division, and Liverpool will not have a problem qualifying.

"I'm not playing? It's Wimbledon out of play, you idiot......" Kenny sneered.

Philip was stunned for a moment, and then realized that what his friend said was right, Liverpool and Yeovil were drawn together, which means that Wimbledon cannot be separated in the last four of any Premier League. You must know that since Wimbledon broke into the third round, these two have been daydreaming all day long, hoping that the team can draw the last four of the Premier League and then shine in front of the national audience.

Now...... "damn it......" Philip scolded, his tone full of regret.

After Chu Zhongtian heard the news, the light in his eyes also dimmed. It's a shame not to play against strong teams like Chelsea, Liverpool, Arsenal and Manchester United. He may only have this chance in his life to break into the third round of the FA Cup, and he is so close to those giants, but he is finally one step away.

※※※ "Ah! Good luck for Yoville! "Sitting Joe. The young players in front of Schilling hugged their heads and shouted.

The Premier League semi-finals have all been played, which means that Wimbledon will not be able to play against these teams in this round, and it is indeed a pity that they have worked hard to reach the third round but have not caught up with the strong teams. This group of children also knows it, so they are very envious of the team in the fourth division of the fourth division.

Joe sitting behind them. Shirin shook his head.

※※※ "Hell, damn it! Without us! The people in the Wimbles bar were noisy. Every time the Premier League semi-finals come out, there is a sigh that means that those who support playing against this team are disappointed.

But when all four teams showed up, everyone didn't sigh, but just sweared.

Borger also whispered a foul word in the crowd, and he was equally disappointed.

"Is that all our luck failing?"

"Alright, guys. If you want to start a little bit, maybe we can draw a weak team and advance to the fourth round? As soon as this man spoke, he noticed that everyone was looking at him with the eyes of a nervous disorder.

"How is this possible? Do you think there is any weaker team than us who remain in the third round now? ”

"I don't expect a fourth round, I just want to play with a Premier League team in this round! And then die! It's worth dying too! ”

When Eames heard that the final Premier League semi-finalists, Liverpool and Yeovil, were together, he brandished the scissors that he had stopped again.

Now that all four teams have made an appearance, there's nothing to look forward to. Just wait and hear the final result.

※※※ "Arsenal and Leeds United? Merry touched her chin directly with the hand that had just changed her daughter's diaper. Arsenal should not have a problem in qualifying, he just feels pity, why not Arsenal vs Wimbledon? Wimbledon and Chu both played a good game, and then Arsenal advanced, and Wimbledon and Chu both won the respect of the whole world, what a perfect ending...... Pity.

※※※ The subtitle "Wimbledon" (Wimbledon) was finally typed on the TV screen, but it was not "Wimbledon Athletic" (afc_wimbledon), but "Wimbledon FC" (wimbledon_football_club).

"Yo!" Someone in the bar was stunned for a moment, then booed.

This is the "Wimbledon" that abandoned them and moved to Milton Keynes, and although they still retain the name "Wimbledon", they have little to do with the Wimbledon community anymore. Winckelmann announced a name change last season, and is now in full swing preparing for a name change, and they have a new domain name on the team's official website - "MKDONS".

"I almost forgot that there was a team called Wimbledon......"

"I've heard they've been getting mixed up a lot lately."

"No one went to the game......"

"It's normal, moving to that kind of hellish place, who's going to watch their game?"

"Ha, I hope they go bankrupt, these traitors!"

Everyone in the bar laughed at the team that they had forgotten about.

※※※ "Wimbledon!! The little players screamed excitedly, thinking it was their turn.

But Joe. Shirin shouted from behind, "Don't get excited, little ghosts. That's another Wimbledon. ”

"Ah...... It's the rich man's team......" someone flattened his mouth in disappointment.

"It's so boring, why isn't it our turn?"

"I'm numb in the butt, Joe." There are young players who raise their hands.

"When you're numb, stand up and move, but be careful not to get in the way of people behind you." Shirin waved his hand and continued to stare at the TV screen.

※※※ "It's Wimbledon!" "Charles. Philip struggled to suppress his voice.

Chu Zhongtian was still looking at the teacher on the podium, but his attention had all been on Philip's side, and when he heard Philip say this, he simply moved his eyes.

"But it's not us, it's another Wimbledon." Philip continued to broadcast for him.

Chu Zhongtian was stunned for a moment before he realized that there was indeed a team called Wimbledon before Wimbledon Athletic, but he didn't expect that in just one year, he had already forgotten about them...... "I really didn't expect this bad team to be there, it would be good if I could spray them on the FA Cup, Chu, you must teach them a hard lesson!" Kenny muttered on the other side.

Wimbledon FC's name has appeared in the home team's column, who will be their opponents next?

The people in the bar were still denouncing the team that had only lost their own interests, and the owner of the chain musical instrument merchant, and no one cared who the team's opponent was.

The guest who was invited to the stage to draw lots put his hand into the box, and after fumbling for a while, he took a small ball and pulled it out. Then I opened it, took out the note and looked at it.

"Wimbledon." He read.

The bar, which had been noisy a moment ago, suddenly fell silent after a few seconds due to inertia, and everyone looked up at the TV in surprise.

※※※ Terry pruning a bush. Eames' scissors clicked and then stopped abruptly, as he distinctly heard the name on the radio.

"Wimbledon."

A breeze blew through his garden, blowing up a few leaves that he had cut to the ground. The radio on the desk rustled in the warm sun.

※※※ James. Merry had a dry diaper in her hand and was about to change it for her daughter. I heard a familiar name on TV: "Wimbledon." ”

His hand stopped in mid-air, and the little daughter in the cradle looked curiously at the diaper that was gently swaying in his hand, trying to reach out and try to grab it. Her dad didn't pay any attention to her actions, just stared intently at the TV, as if he wanted to see the TV in front of him.

※※※The little players opened their mouths wide and looked at the TV, and the people who had stood up and writhed around just now also stopped and stared at the TV in a daze.

Joe. Schilling wasn't much better than the little players, who were sitting cross-legged on the floor, hunched over, with one finger on his chin and his lap on his lap watching TV. Now his hands were still the same, but his body was straight.

The Wimbledon rival appeared on the TV:

"Wimbledon."

※※※Chu Zhongtian saw Charles. Philip and Joseph. Kenny was stunned at the same time, and for several seconds they remained silent, keeping that expression the same.

Then Philip raised his hands and jumped up from his seat: "Hooray! Banzai!! ”

The earbuds were pulled out of their ears and the radio fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Kenny didn't expect him to stand up suddenly, his body was already tilted, and he was thrown headlong again. As he planted it, Kenny overturned the chair and knocked over the table, scattering the stuff all over the floor.

Everyone in the class turned their heads to look at the place where the accident happened, but he was in the center and didn't care. "Their opponent is us!" He clenched his fists at Chu Zhongtian and yelled. "Kill them!!"

"Charles. Philip! The startled teacher yelled angrily.

※※※ "Awesome!! Everyone around Bolger raised his fists and shouted, and Bolger was no exception, he roared with them.

"It's so pretty! Wow - Wow!! ”

"This is the best and best sign!!"

"I love this lot, I love it to death, haha! That's a lot better than playing with Manchester United and Liverpool! ”

"Fuck Winckelmann! We're looking for your revenge!! ”

"What could be a better matchup? No! Never again! ”

"We need to let them know who is worthy of representing Wimbledon!"

"Oh oh! Now I really want to see Pete. Winckelmann's bitch-raised expression!! Ha ha! It must be exciting! ”

The fans at the Wimbles Bar were so excited that they almost tore off the roof.

※※※ "We're going to play that rich team?" One of the young players asked, but no one answered him, because his partner had already jumped up and raised his hands in cheer.

"Let them see how good we are! Banzai! Banzai!! ”

A group of children were elated, even though they were only eleven or twelve years old, but they already understood the grievances between the teams.

Joe. Schilling, who was always the most active on the team, didn't leap to his feet and cheered with open arms for the draw. He just straightened his back, sat on the ground, and shook his fist vigorously.

The little girl was almost able to grab the diaper hanging above her head, but the next second the diaper floated away, farther and farther away from her...... She stretched out her hand, looked at the diapers that were fading away, her mouth slowly grinned, and then she cried out with a "wow".

At the same time, a loud roar rang out: "Amazing!! ”

James. Merry found himself clutching a diaper in his hand, and then he heard his daughter's cry, so he hurriedly threw himself back, scrambling the child to change the diaper.

Lineker, the TV host behind him, was teasing the draw results: "It's such a coincidence, two Wimbledons, and quite related. The home team had just moved out of Wimbledon and had not had time to change their name, and the new Wimbledon had already been added, ......"

"I guess Wimbledon fans will be excited when they hear about the result. Any idea how this team came to be? It was because Wimbledon FC announced that they were moving that angry fans were formed...... This draw is simply amazing! ”

The sun was still shining, and the announcer's voice on the radio was still clear.

Eames, holding the large scissors in both hands, pressed the scissors together with a snapping sound.

"That's right, this lottery is so exciting!"

Eames grinned.

(To be continued)