Since all four teams have appeared, there is nothing to look forward to. Just wait and listen to the final result.

※※※"Arsenal and Leeds United?" Merry directly touched her chin with her hand that had just changed her diapers to her daughter. Arsenal should not be a problem to advance. He just felt it was a pity, why wasn't Arsenal's not against Wimbledon? Wimbledon and Chu both played a wonderful game, and then Arsenal advanced, and Wimbledon and Chu both won the respect of the whole world. What a perfect ending... It's a pity.

※※The TV screen finally showed the subtitles of "wimbledon", but it was not "wimbledon competition" (afc_wimbledon), but "wimbledon fc" (wimbledon_football_club).

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

This is the "Wimbledon" who abandoned them and moved to Milton Keynes. Although they still retain the name "Wimbledon", they have nothing to do with the Wimbledon community. Last season, Winkelman announced that he would change his name, and now he is busy preparing for a new name change. They have prepared all the new domain names of the team's official website - "".

"I almost forgot that there is another team called 'Wimbledon'..."

"I heard they haven't been doing well recently."

“No one went to the game…”

"It's normal. Move to that kind of ghost place, who will watch their game?"

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

Everyone in the bar laughed at this team that was almost forgotten by them.

※※※"Wimbledon!!" The young players shouted excitedly, thinking it was their turn.

But Joe Xilin shouted from behind, "Don't be excited, little kids. That's another Wimbledon."

"Ah... it's that rich team..." Someone tilted his mouth in disappointment.

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

"My butt is numb, Joe." A young player raised his hands and said.

"If you sit down, stand up and move, but be careful not to block the people behind you." Xilin waved his hand and continued to stare at the TV screen.

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

Chu Zhongtian was still looking at the teacher on the podium, but his attention had been all on Philip's side. Hearing 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. Unexpectedly, he had forgotten them in just one year... "I really didn't expect that this bad team is still there. It would be nice if he could spray them in the FA Cup. Chu, you must teach them a lesson!" Kenny muttered on the other side.

※※※Wimbledon FC's name has appeared in the home team's column. Who will become their opponent next?

The people in the bar were still denying the team that saw Li Wangyi and the chain musical instrument businessman boss. No one cared about who the team was.

The guest who was invited to draw lots on stage reached into the box and groped for a while. He pulled out his hand with a small ball. Then he opened it, took out the note and took out the note and took a look.

"Wimbledon Athletics," he said.

The bar that was still noisy just now suddenly became quiet after a few seconds due to inertia. Everyone looked up at the TV in surprise.

※※※Terry Eames, who was trimming the bushes, suddenly stopped after a snap because he clearly heard the name coming from the radio.

“Sports in Wimbledon.”

The breeze blew through his garden, blew up a few leaves he cut to the ground. The radio on the table rustled in the bright and warm sunshine.

※※※James Merry was holding a dry diaper in her hand and was about to change it to his daughter. When she heard a familiar name coming from the TV: "Wimbledon Athletics."

His hand stopped in the air, and the little daughter in the cradle looked at the diaper gently swaying in his hand curiously, trying to reach out to grab it. Her father didn't care about her actions at all, but just stared at the TV intently, as if she wanted to look at the TV in front of her.

※※※The young players opened their mouths wide and looked at the TV. The person who had just stood up and twisted and stopped and stared at the TV blankly.

Qiao Xilin is no better than those young players. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, hunched his waist, pointed his chin with one hand, and watched TV on his thigh. Now his hands are still the same, but his body is already straight.

The Wimbledon opponent appeared on the TV:

“Sports in Wimbledon.”

※※ Chu Zhongtian was stunned when he saw Charles Philip and Joseph Kenny at the same time. For several seconds, they kept their expressions silent.

Then Philip raised his hands and jumped up from his seat: "Long live! Long live!!"

The earplugs were pulled out of his ears, and the radio fell to the ground, making a crackling sound. Kenny had no idea that he would suddenly stand up, his body was tilted, and he fell directly into the head by his side. While he was planting, Kenny also overturned the chair and knocked down the table, and the things scattered all over the floor.

Everyone in the class turned their heads to look at the place where something was wrong, but he was at the center of it and didn't care at all. "Their opponent is us!" He clenched his fists at Chu Zhongtian and yelled. "Fuck them to death!"

"Charles Philip!" the teacher who was startled angrily.

※※※"Great!!" Everyone around Borger raised his fists and yelled, Borger was no exception. He yelled with these people.

"So fucking beautiful! Oh-oh-oh!!"

"This is the best sign!!"

"I love this sign, I love it so much, haha! This is much more than playing against Manchester United Liverpool!"

"Fuck Winkelman! We're here to seek revenge on you!!"

"Can there be a better match than this? No! Never!"

"We want them to know who deserves to represent 'Wimbledon'!"

"Ohhhh! Now I really want to see the expression of that bitch in Pete Winkelman! Haha! It must be very exciting!"

The fans in the Wimbledon bar were excited, and the momentum was almost overturning the roof.

※※※ "We are going to fight with that rich team?" A young player asked, but no one answered him because his partner had already jumped up and cheered with his hands high.

"Let them see how powerful we are! Long live! Long live!!"

A group of children were very happy, even though they were only eleven or twelve years old, they already understood the grudges between the teams.

Joe Xilin, the man who was always the most active in the team, did not jump up and spread his arms to cheer for the lottery result. He just straightened his back, sat on the ground, and waved his fists hard.

※※※The little girl almost grabbed the diaper hanging on her head, but the next second the diaper floated away, getting farther and farther away from her... She stretched out her hand, looked at the diaper that was gradually moving away, her mouth slowly widened, and then she cried out with a "wow".

Meanwhile, a loud roar rang out: "Great!!"

James Merry found himself holding a diaper in his hand, and then heard his daughter's crying. He rushed back and coaxed the child in a hurry to change his diapers.

The TV host behind him, Leinkell, was teasing the results of the draw: "This is a coincidence. The two Wimbledons have a lot of connections. The home team has just moved away from Wimbledon and has not had time to change their names, and the new Wimbledon has been added, ha..."

※※※ "I guess that when the Wimbledon Athletics fans will be very excited when they hear this result. Do you know how this team came about? It was because Wimbledon FC announced that it was moving that the angry fans formed... This draw was so exciting!"

The sun is still bright, and the announcer's voice on the radio is still clear.

Eames, who was holding large scissors in both hands, put the scissors together with force, making a clicking sound.

"That's right, this lottery is so fucking wonderful!"

Eames grinned.
Chapter completed!