The first round of the FA Cup was held on November 15, and it is still early. But the news of Wimbledon's FA Cup finals still went to many British media because they were the only team in the Ninth League to enter the main game, and they were also the team with the lowest level in the FA Cup finals.

"I think we should pay a little attention to this team," said a media outlet. "In fact, we are not unfamiliar with them, because they were on the media a year ago. That time it was because they were just established. As a protest against Wimbledon Professional Football Club moving to Milton Keynes, fans in the Wimbledon area spontaneously set up such a team. Unexpectedly, they saw news about them a year later because they entered the FA Cup!"

The media praised Wimbledon's performance and praised them as the biggest dark horse in the qualifying round. But their evaluation of Wimbledon is limited to this.

"I think Wimbledon Athletics will be eliminated in the first round of the main competition, but what does it matter? They have created their history and are impressive..."

Finally, those media concluded.

"Look, we're in the newspaper! And there's more than one!" In the Wimbledon Art School classroom, Charles Philip and Joseph Kenny had a dozen different newspapers spread out on their desks, and were promoting their classmates how amazing the team they supported was.

Some people came over and picked up the newspaper and took a look, and then returned it to them. Obviously, they were not interested in football, or in this unknown small team.

Some people also enthusiastically discussed the FA Cup with them, but they all said that they were all the names of big clubs such as "Arsenal", "Chelsea", "Tottenham", "Manchester United", and "Liverpool". As for "Wimbledon Athletics", that was just an introduction to the start of the chat, just like "The weather is good today", but who cares if the weather is really good today?

Philip and Kenny were frustrated and found that Chu was the only one who could talk to them about Wimbledon football in this classroom.

Unfortunately, Chu didn't come today.

He skipped class and went to training.

This is not his first time skipping classes, but this is his first time skipping classes because of training.

※※※ "I really didn't expect to see you here..." Outside King's Ranch, Borger met Chu Zhongtian, and he expressed such emotion. For him, skipping classes is common, but it was the first time Chu skipped classes for training. "I remember you didn't even participate in mid-week competitions before, what's wrong?"

Chu smiled at him: "I think it's not good to miss too many training classes. What if the boss decides the FA Cup appearance list by looking at the attendance rate of the training class, wouldn't I be miserable?"

Borger looked at him half-believingly and without asking too much. Whether Chu Zhongtian skipped or not does not matter to him. He didn't need to ask so much detail, just know that he skipped class to train.

The two of them found that today's place was different outside the King's Ranch, because there were many cars parked in the parking lot, and there was a car with a familiar sign on them - bbc.

Except for game days, there are very few cars parked in the parking lot here, otherwise Chu Zhongtian would not have chosen to practice shooting here at the beginning - with so many cars, even if he kicked a rearview mirror, could he afford it?

"It seems that we entered the FA Cup the day before yesterday, which surprised these news media..." Chu Zhongtian sighed at the cars parked in the parking lot.

"The good show is still coming!" Borger smiled and seemed full of confidence. Forty-eight hours have passed since that game, and the fanatical confidence of many people in Wimbledon has not subsided.

When they walked into the stadium, they saw the media surrounding the sidelines for filming and interviewing. Although sometimes they would accept interviews from some media, they had never enjoyed the treatment of so many media attention at the same time. A rough count of about twenty journalists.

"What a big scene!" Borger whistled excitedly, then ran to his teammates, intending to get an interview as well.

In front of him, many teammates were already pulled by reporters for one-on-one separate interviews.

Of course, the person around them who has the most reporters is their head coach Terry Eames.

"Mr. Eames, as a former Wimbledon legendary defender, what made you choose to coach this Nine League team?"

"What's the reason? Isn't this obvious enough? Because I love Wimbledon. I play football here, retire here, and I spent the best time of my career here..." Eames talked freely, and he couldn't see his usual gloomy expression. He really surprised the players - is this really the boss who usually teaches people a lesson and immediately drops ten degrees wherever he goes?

"Sorry, Mr. Eames, but the team you play for is still in the League One..." A reporter pointed out his problem.

Eames frowned and shook his head: "No, I love Wimbledon, not Milton Keynes. Mr. Reporter, you must figure this out, otherwise if you confuse this issue, Wimbledon fans will not forgive you. You know, they now value the title of "Wildon."

Eames is not deliberately scaring the reporter. In fact, Wimbledon Athletic Club has been negotiating with the FA recently to see if it can inherit the history and honors and names of Wimbledon before so that their team can remove the "competition" and add a FA Cup in the past. Their reason is that since Pete Winkelmann doesn't want that glorious name and history, it's better to inherit it by this group of footballers who are really rooted in the Wimbledon community.

However, the FA has not agreed to their request. After all, the matter of Pete Winkelman changing his name has not been approved by them. It is hard to say whether it can be changed to it in the end. If they really change the name, let’s discuss the fact that this team needs to inherit the history of the “crazy gang”.

"Okay... Then are you surprised by leading a team in the ninth league into the FA Cup?" The reporter was scolded by him and could only ask another question.

"Surprised? No, if you watched our game in the qualifying match, you wouldn't have such a problem, gentlemen. "Eames is full of confidence, but his confident attitude may be interpreted as "arrogant" in the eyes of those reporters. In their opinion, it is already a huge victory for the team in the Ninth League to enter the main game. Ordinary people should not say: "We were surprised, and I didn't expect to really achieve such a result! Now our whole team is very excited. I think we can feel the real FA Cup! Haha!"

Unexpectedly, Eames actually took this for granted... Do they really think that the FA Cup is the same game as the qualifiers? If the Wimbledon Athletics players say such words, they would not be surprised. After all, they have no experience, but Mr. Terry Eames, you are a person who has participated in the FA Cup... Why do you say that too?

"So Mr. Eames, does the team have a higher goal?" Since Eames was so excited, the reporters followed suit to see if they could ask for some exciting content.

"We hope to go further in the FA Cup, and it would be even better if we could go to the Millennium Stadium, haha!" Eames laughed.

The reporters looked at each other, and felt that the head coach must have been stunned by the team's historic breakthrough, and he actually said such words. Not to mention going to the Thousand Years Stadium, it would be a great miracle that their team could pass the first round of the main game.

It seems that entering the main game really made this team proud. I believe they will soon see the cruelty of the FA Cup in the first round... They are two completely different worlds from the qualifying match.

In addition to these reporters surrounding the head coach, some other reporters caught the individual players for one-on-one interviews and asked several questions that will be used in "Wimbledon players" in the future. Their questions are the same, just like carved from a mold - "What do you think about your team being able to enter the FA Cup?"

"Yes, we were very, very excited to be able to score in the FA Cup. This was a fantastic game..." Andy Sullivan's answer was pretty well-behaved, and he was the most normal player among the players interviewed.

"In fact, I was not surprised by this result. I mean, I knew we could do this for a long time... Yes, we have higher goals. What is it? I won't tell you, hehe!" Qiao Xilin deliberately pretended to be "I have seen all kinds of big scenes" in an interview, and looked stinky.

"Our goal is the third round of the main game! Why the third round? Idiot, because only in the third round can we meet the Premier League team!" Borger forced himself to come forward and finally got an opportunity to be interviewed. He shook his head and talked loudly, completely ignoring the strange expression of the reporter interviewing him.

"I hope we can draw away so that we have the chance to go to home games of Premier League teams and be on TV. You know, the biggest game I played in my life is the ninth league..." Sim Johnston looked quite honest and said something rustic, but his goal was to point directly to the third round of the main game, which was exactly the same as the arrogant Bolger. An honest man who said such arrogant words in an honest tone really made the reporters unable to accept it... "I admit that it will be difficult to play against those professional teams, but I hope I can go as far as possible in the future." Kevin Cooper has a calm personality and rarely says such words. Unfortunately, the reporters don't know what kind of person he is, and only included him among ordinary Wimbledon players, and think he is also a country bumpkin who was blinded by victory.

"I really can't stand my colleagues." Only two people did not participate. They stood aside and watched coldly. A tall man on the left complained to the short and fat man on the right. "Listen to their questions, they seemed to have to hear the Wimbledon players say: 'Yes, it's already a great result for us to enter the main game. We didn't plan to continue moving forward, so we will pack up our bags and go home in the first round of the main game. Now you are satisfied.'

"Ha, James, you are almost forty years old, and you are so cynical?" The short and fat man laughed and looked like the Western version of Maitreya Buddha, and he also happened to be a bald man. "You don't plan to interview them, otherwise how can you complete your interview task?"

"I'm not interested in listening to those players bragging. I really don't know where they got their confidence. I just participated in the main game and thought about challenging the Premier League team. Do they really know what the Premier League team is?" It seems that this cynical James has no good impression of any side. "It doesn't matter if I can't complete the task. I was originally responsible for reporting tennis, but the newspaper temporarily lacked talents to come to help. Why don't you go up to work?" He pointed to the players and said to the short and fat guys around him. "You are an authentic reporter for reporting football."

The short fat man lit a cigarette: "They have interviewed me for me, and I can't ask any new tricks. Then I just write it and hand it over. This team has just entered the main game and is not worth wasting too much page for them. The FA Cup has been 130 years, and there are always dark horses that are even darker than them. Slay the Dragon? Let's talk about it when they really slaughter... Now, this news is not only a local market in Wimbledon, but no one cares about it in other places. We are different from you, we are a national newspaper, James."

James curled his lips, a little annoyed by the sense of superiority that could not help but flow in the tone of this short fat man.

He turned his sight to the court and stumbled around boredly. At this moment, a face that was obviously an East Asian entered his sight.

He once heard colleagues from the newspaper say that there is a "foreign aid" with a special identity in this local team. Could it be him?

He thought about it and found that it was much better than asking those idiotic questions, so he went up and talked to him.

"I've gone to work, a big reporter." He waved to the short and fat man.

"Do you have a goal?" Seeing that he actually took action, the short and fat man was also a little surprised.

"It's more interesting than asking those idiotic questions." He pointed to Chu Zhongtian sitting outside the crowd.

"Huh? Asian? James, you have a good vision. There are so many such people in Premier League teams. Don't mind me listening?" After saying that, the short and fat man threw the cigarette he had just taken a few sips on the ground, and followed him with a smile.

"This is my exclusive." James turned around and pointed at the short and fat man.

"Uh..." The short fat man hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, "Okay, I don't plan to waste the page on this anyway." He stopped and watched James walk towards the Asian player he said.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian really didn't expect that sitting aside and resting could attract reporters for himself. It was not that he was unwilling to accept an interview, but that he didn't want Borge to be able to take the initiative to approach the reporter with a thick face, swaying around, and swaying until the reporter finally noticed him.

He had just run six kilometers and happened to take this opportunity to sit aside and rest and gasp.

In this way, a reporter walked to him and sat cross-legged in front of him.

"Hello." The reporter greeted him in English.

"Hello." Chu Zhongtian also answered him in English.

"My name is James Merry. I am a sports reporter at the Wimbledon Evening News. Can you know your name?"

"Okay. My name is Chu Zhongtian. You can call me Chu, they all call me that." Chu Zhongtian acted very naturally, and he was not so excited that he was not able to say anything because of a reporter coming to interview him, or simply nervous.

"Do they refer to those teammates?" James Merry pointed to the players behind him.

Chu Zhongtian nodded: "There are some other people who know me. My name is too difficult for you British people to pronounce."

"I noticed that you used the phrase 'you British', so aren't you British?"

"Of course not. I'm just an international student, from China, attending Wimbledon Art School."

"Then why do you play football in this team?"

James Merry tried to make himself less like an interviewer, but rather chatted with the boy opposite him. He didn't want to hear any pretentious words like "our goal is to visit the Millennium Stadium". In that case, he had heard too much from other reporters, and he wanted to do something different.

"This matter is a long story. Anyway, I like to play football, and I have some other time besides going to school, so I came." He did not say anything about Emily because there was no need to say anything. The stranger in front of him was a reporter, and it was stupid to tell the stranger everything, while it was extremely stupid to tell the reporter.

※※※Emily planned to come to Chu Zhongtian for a while while get out of class was over. The team advanced to the main game the day before yesterday, which made her very excited until now. She seemed to have a lot of words to share with Chu Zhongtian.

But when she saw Philip and Kenny in front of her, she was a little surprised: "Huh? Where is Chu?"

"Skip class." Philip shrugged.

"Skip class?" Emily was even more surprised. "Is there a game today?" Today is Friday, and as far as she knows, there are no games today.

"There is no competition, he skipped class to participate in training," Kenny explained from the side.

"Ha?" Emily thought she had heard it wrong, so she opened her mouth wide and stared at the two people in front of her.
Chapter completed!