BBC's program will not be aired next Thursday, and before that, there is another more important thing that has attracted much attention - the third round of the FA Cup draw.

This is the moment that determines Wimbledon's fate. What did they try to change after two rounds? Is it a Premier League team or a League One team, a strong team or a weak team?

The lottery ceremony will be held on Friday afternoon, and the lottery ceremony will be broadcast live on TV and radio.

So everyone's hearts flew to the scene of the lottery ceremony...※※This afternoon was the time to lead the youth team to train, but Qiao Xilin moved a TV set outside the house, and then told the young players that they "practice to watch TV" today.

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

"You are so smart, boy!" Xilin gave him a thumbs up.

"Wow! I'm wondering who we will meet..." The tone of these twelve or thirteen-year-old children speaking football was like adults.

"It's best to meet a strong team! I like Arsenal! They haven't lost the ball this season yet!"

"Chelsea is also very good! When we meet Chelsea, we will have more money! The Russians are a generous boss!"

The young player was making noise while Xilin was debugging the TV antenna. When the dark blue background wall of the lottery scene finally appeared on the screen, he clapped his face: "Okay, little kids! All quiet me!"

He turned around and pointed to the grass: "Sit down honestly now for me."

A group of children were very obediently working on the grass in the court.

"Very good, watch TV quietly. If anyone makes trouble, I will punish him to run!" Qiao Xilin walked behind the young players himself, sat down and started watching live TV.

However, the quiet of the young players did not last long. When a familiar face appeared on the TV, they pointed to the TV screen and shouted.

"We invited Leinker to host the lottery ceremony..." This is what the TV said.

"Hey, it's Leinker!"

"I often watch "Daily Events" hosted by him!"

"My dad is his fan..."

Xilin shouted from behind: "Soft voice, I won't even hear what's said!"

The young player immediately became quiet again, and someone secretly turned his head to look at their coach, for fear that he would get angry and asked them to go all out to run the lap.

※※※Borger skipped classes again, but he was not for training or competition, but for watching the lottery ceremony. He didn't skip classes in the first two draws, because he had no interest in no matter who he drew, but now it is different. He is eager to draw a strong team and is on the road.

He slipped to the Wimbledon bar where Chu Zhongtian worked and got in.

The bar was already full of people, and no one was interested in anyone coming in. Even if he was a Wimbledon player, no one looked at him at this time. Because everyone's interest was on TV, at the lottery ceremony that was about to begin.

Only when he squeezed to the bar for a drink, did the boss Colin John say in surprise: "Are you not going to class today, Borger?"

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

Colin John suddenly realized: "What do you want...?"

"Come whatever you want to pint the beer." Borger didn't care about what to drink, but he was embarrassed to watch TV for nothing, so he asked for a beer.

Boss John handed him a glass of light beer, "Which team do you think we will meet, Borger?"

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

"Okay, do you like to fight with that team?" The boss changed his question.

"That's too many... If possible, I actually hope to play all the Premier League teams!"

"It's enough when we get to the Premier League!"

The two laughed, and Boss John was going to work on him again, while Borger stood in front of the bar with beer, looking up at the TV hanging under the ceiling like everyone else here.

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

"Start the lottery quickly!" someone in the bar complained. "I can't wait any more!"

"Hehe, don't be anxious, man. It's our turn..." Old Bente was obviously more calm than everyone else, and he comforted the impatient person.

"Who do you think we will draw..." More often, everyone is asking each other such questions.

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

"I guess it's Everton!"

"Why can't Liverpool be allowed? They're all together anyway..."

"I hope to meet a strong team. I don't care which one it is. I finally got to this point. If I finally played against an English League One team in the end, I always feel it would be a pity."

※※※Terry Eames is building his fence in the garden. Apart from football, gardening is his favorite. When he is not busy, he will stay in the garden all day, fiddling with the flowers and plants instead of watching football games.

But today is different. On the table beside him, there was a radio, and a beeping sound was making: "... The lottery ceremony is about to begin. We can see those large transparent glass boxes, paper notes with the names of each team, sealed in small balls, and put in boxes... It depends on the good show."

The large scissors under Eames didn't mean to stop, and they kept ringing, but when he heard this, his movements slowed down a little.

※※※James Merry sat at home, changing his second little daughter's diapers while staring at the TV screen. When he was out of work, he took the initiative to take care of his children in order to calm his wife's anger. Changing diapers is something that women usually do, and he can do very skillfully now.

And his wife still has to go to work.

An advertisement is being played on the TV screen, and the upper right corner of the screen prompts the TV audience: I will return to the lottery site in 62 seconds.

He pays attention to the results of the FA Cup draw every year, but this is the first time he sits in front of the TV and watches the live TV broadcast of the draw.

It's not to know Arsenal's opponent, but to see who the Wimbledon Athletics opponent will be.

Since watching Wimbledon's game outside the court that time, he has cared more about the hometown team.

Wimbledon's opponent is likely to be a Premier League team or a League One team. For those low-level teams like them, their FA Cup journey, which has gone through a lot of hardships, ends here. Few teams below level three can pass the three levels. Wimbledon can advance to the third round, which is enough to be called the darkest dark horse this season, and still want to move forward? The chances are too slim.

So this is their last chance to shine and heat.

The advertisement ended, but the youngest daughter's diapers had not been replaced. Or in this short period of time, Meili's mind was not on changing the diapers at all. It was not until his daughter felt uncomfortable because of the wet diapers that he woke up suddenly, lowered her head and focused on changing the diapers.

"Now we'll draw lots..." Such a voice came from the TV.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian was sitting among the teachers, and the lecturer was in front of the class, while the two friends around him were not listening to the class honestly. Charles Philip was holding a mini radio in his hand, one of the two earplugs was inserted into his ear, and the other reached to the left. Joseph Kenny leaned his body, trying to make the earplugs stuffed into his ears.

They were listening to the draw ceremony live in the afternoon on the radio. Philip was recording on the notebook while listening.

Chu Zhongtian didn't do this because he still had to listen. But the blurry sounds came from the headphones, which made him still go away from time to time. Has the lottery ceremony begun? Which team have you drawn? Who will our opponent be?

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

※※※The lottery ceremony has been halfway through, and many strong teams have appeared.

Whenever a Premier League team was drawn out, Philip would whisper to inform Chu Zhongtian sitting on his right.

“Arsenal and Leeds United.”

Although Leeds United is still among the Premier League teams, they are on a downward trend and are no longer as brave as the "Youth Guards" back then. They do not pose much threat to Arsenal. As long as Arsenal does not underestimate the enemy, they should be able to advance smoothly.

"Watford draws Chelsea..."

Watford is an League One team. If Chelsea performs normally, winning is not a problem.

"Manchester United...Aston Villa, tsk, it's Villa, why not us!" Philip complained. He had always hoped that Wimbledon would play against Manchester United, but now his fantasy is shattered. Aston Villa is also a Premier League team, and this is another match between Premier League teams.

Kenny on the other side seemed very happy because he was a supporter of "Liverpool as an opponent". Now that only Liverpool has not appeared in the Premier League semi-finals, he still has hope.

"Intuition tells me that when Liverpool plays, they will be with us!" Kenny whispered proudly.

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

"Ha!" Philip suddenly laughed.

"Damn!" Kenny on his left whispered.

Chu Zhongtian looked over curiously.

Philip gestured to him and said, "It's Yoville! It seems that he is a Class C team... Hehe, Joseph, you have no chance."

Liverpool's opponent is Yeovil_town from England's C League, and Liverpool's promotion is no longer a problem.

"I have no chance? It's Wimbledon's no chance, you idiot..." Kenny retorted.

Philip was stunned for a moment, and then found that what his friend was right. Liverpool and Yoville drew together, which means that Wimbledon could not be together in any Premier League semi-finals. You should know that since Wimbledon entered the third round, these two people have been daydreaming all day long, hoping that the team can draw the Premier League semi-finals and then have a glory in front of the national audience.

Now... "Damn..." Philip cursed, with endless regret in his tone.

After hearing this news, Chu Zhongtian's eyes dimmed. It was a big regret that he could not play against powerful teams like Chelsea, Liverpool, Arsenal, and Manchester United. He may only have the chance to enter the third round of the FA Cup match this time in his life. He is so close to those powerful people, but he is still one step away.

※※※ "Ah! Yoville is so lucky!" The young players sitting in front of Joe Xilin shouted with their heads in their arms.

The top four of the Premier League have all appeared, which means that Wimbledon cannot play against these teams in this round. He worked hard to reach the third round but failed to play against the strong teams. It is indeed a pity. This group of children also know, so they envy Yoville, a team in the fourth division.

Joe Xilin, who was sitting behind them, shook her head.

※※※"Hell, damn! No us!" The people in the Wimbledon bar started to clamor. Every Premier League semifinals came out, accompanied by a sigh, which meant that the people who supported the fight against this team were disappointed.

However, when all four teams showed up, everyone did not sigh, but directly swear.

Borger also whispered in the crowd, and he was also disappointed.

“Is our luck so declining?”

"Okay, guys. Want to be more open. Maybe we can draw a weak team and advance to the fourth round?" As soon as this person said, he found that everyone looked at him with a look of a psychopath.

"How is this possible? Do you think there are teams that are now weaker than us in the third round?"

"I don't expect any fourth round. I just want to fight a Premier League team in this round! Then die! It's worth it!"

※※Eames heard that Liverpool and Yoville, who had played the last Premier League quarterfinals, were separated, and he waved the scissors that had stopped again.
To be continued...