Football Giants

Chapter 143: Pretending to be incapable of being beaten in the face

After Yang Huan's opposition at the Stepwood Training Base, after the public decided to play a confrontation, Bielsa communicated with coaches of different opinions and finally reached a consensus.

Playing Chelsea, Southampton does not compromise, resolutely attack!

While the coaching staff and players were nervously preparing for the FA Cup, Yang Huan got free instead.

I went to Italy, met with Chris Bango, and discussed some related matters about the car design company.

There is only one opinion from Yang Huan. The market of China must be entered in the shortest time and quickly seized.

In this regard, Yang Huan has the same idea as Chris Bangor.

After returning to England, Yang Huan toured Sunseeker and Aston Martin successively.

Seeing that everything he arranged was proceeding in an orderly manner, Yang Huan also let go of his heart.

He returned to Southampton the day before the FA Cup game.

Upon coming back, just walking into the office of St. Mary's Stadium, Yang Huan heard Nicola Cortez instructing his secretary.

"To contact the yacht club, it means that a large luxury yacht will be docked at noon that day, let them arrange it."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

The secretary agreed, and Yang Huan walked in when she left the house. She stepped aside and shouted respectfully, "Master Huan."

"Yeah!" Yang Huan nodded and agreed, "Nicholas, what's the matter?"

"Master Huan!" Nicolas Cortes saw Yang Huan coming back and immediately stood up and walked out of the office area.

“Chelsea’s CEO Ron Gurley just called me and said that their boss, Abramovich, has already sailed south on the luxury yacht Eclipse and is expected to arrive in Southampton at noon tomorrow. He hopes we can arrange a reception. "

"Eclipse?" Yang Huan snorted coldly. This yacht ranks first among private yachts in the world and is worth 800 million euros.

It is definitely the most powerful weapon for showing off wealth for the super rich in the world!

This Russian drove the yacht to my site?

Do you want to park next door to our St. Mary's Stadium?

Isn't this to save my face?

Really think I am a soft persimmon.

"Young Master Huan, what's the matter? Is there any problem?" Nikolai Cortes saw Yang Huan's expression change, a little strange.

Sun Yue next to Yang Huan was the most adept at observing words, and immediately greeted him, "Of course there is a problem, Nicholas, let's leave them alone with this matter."

"Why?" Nikolai Cortez was surprised that the home team received the visiting team, it was justified.

Sun Yue sighed, Nicolas Cortes was good at everything, and there was no problem with his ability. He was too clumsy on some issues. He clung to what kind of gentleman's demeanor, what kind of messy things, and didn't know how to work.

"It's not why, it's just because he is not pleasing to the eye!" Yang Huan replied coldly.

Seeing Nicholas Cortez had to say, Sun Yue immediately pulled his arm.

"Nicholas, you are too honest!"

"How to say?"

"Think about it, how far is the largest yacht club in Southampton from St. Mary's Stadium?"

"It's next door."

"Yes, think about it, the Eclipse is 170 meters, it's a huge monster. Such a luxury yacht drives into the Yichen River and arrives next to the St. Mary Stadium. Think about it, the fans have seen you. , How would it feel?"

At this moment, Nikolai Cortez understood a little bit.

Dare to love that Abramovich is here to show off his wealth!

"If you think about it again, how far is it from London to Southampton? There are highways and intercity subways, so convenient and fast, but why they just quit and insisted on driving the Eclipse with great momentum. , Come to Southampton around the south coast of England?"

"Uh..." Nicola Cortez was not a fool, and he understood completely.

"People made it clear that they were here to show off their wealth and slap us in the face, but we were fine. Not only did we not resist, but we also happily put our face up to help them slap ourselves in the face. You say, such a stupid thing, we can Do it?"

Nicholas Cotston was so ashamed, he felt that he was really fooled, he didn't even think of this level.

"Master Huan, I..."

"Stop talking!" Yang Huan waved his hand and interrupted Nikolai Cortez's apology, he knew Nikolai Cortez.

This person is very capable of doing things, but is a bit rigid and lacks some cleverness.

But such a person is reliable, and he runs Southampton very successfully.

"It's their business that he is coming, but Southampton is our turf. Before such a big war, the momentum is very important. We have to win the crowd first!"

"Master Huan, please give me an order!" Nikolai Cortes also hated it.

"You immediately go to the yacht piers around Southampton and tell them that these days, all the yacht piers in Southampton will not allow the Eclipse to dock. Whoever allows the Russian yachts to park in is our enemy. !"

Yang Huan made it clear that he was going to declare war on Chelsea and Abramovich.

Nicolas Cortes also realized the seriousness of the matter and solemnly nodded his agreement.

"You give Ron Gurley another phone call, saying that we have helped contact all the marinas, but no vacancies were found, so I asked him that the old one on the other side of the River Test has been out of service. The freight terminal, keeps stopping?"

The cargo terminal has been out of service for many years, and there are no facilities to build. Now it is more used to detect the water level of the Teste River. It is an insult to let the Eclipse ship so tall to stop.

"Understand!" Nicola Cortes nodded excitedly.

Sun Yue also laughed happily on the side: "Master Huan, now Abramovich is mad at death!"

Yang Huan smiled slightly, and said in his heart, who made him want to come and slap me in the face?

Why am I messing around in Southampton without letting you pick up a brick and hit yourself in the foot?

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"Ron, we are about to reach Brighton, how is your connection there?"

In the English Channel, the Eclipse is traveling from east to west along the southern coastline of England.

Sitting on the top of the Eclipse, Abramovich used a satellite phone to contact Chelsea’s CEO Ron Gurley, who had been feeling Southampton from London overnight.

"Boss, we're still in touch." Ron Gurley spoke on the phone as if he wanted to cry.

"Step up contact?" Abramovich was dissatisfied.

"What the **** is going on now? Isn't Southampton such a big city claiming to have many marinas? What yacht exhibitions are held every year, why is there not even a place to dock a yacht?"

In the end, the Russians are almost roaring.

"Boss, there are indeed many marinas in Southampton. We also contacted one by one, but they said that there were no vacancies in these two days."

"Fart!" Abramovich roared angrily. "Will there be no space in the marina? Who is fooling you?"

"They did say so!" Ron Gurley urged sadly.

He had been there to see many empty marina, but when asked, they were all booked.

This clearly shows that someone is targeting Abramovich!

"Then give me a fare increase, as much as others pay, I will double it, if it doesn't work, I will pay twice, and if it doesn't work, I will pay five times ten times. In short, I just want to stop in Southampton!" Qi was also angry.

This **** guy, who is causing trouble to Lao Tzu?

Is it the Chinese from Southampton?

Ron Gurley smiled bitterly, "I also increased the price, but they still didn't let go, saying that they had received a deposit."

In fact, several small piers have been shaken, but the problem is that their locations are relatively remote, and due to geographical restrictions, they cannot access the size of the Eclipse.

"Damn bastard!" Abramovich went crazy with anger!

"Boss, I also contacted Southampton. They said that Southampton's yacht parking spaces are too scarce in the past two days, and the Eclipse has been booked, except for..."

Ron Gurley didn't dare to go on.

"Except what?" Abramovich asked.

"Except for a freight terminal across the River Test."

"Cargo terminal?" Abramovich was taken aback, "Can it stop?"

"It can be stopped, but the cargo terminal has been abandoned for many years. The facilities are very old. Now it is used for water level detection, and there is a seafood market on the shore..."

Ron Gurley didn't dare to go on.

"I'm going!" Abramovich almost vomited blood with anger.

Let my Eclipse ship stop at the seafood market?

It's almost like asking the Queen of England to live in a slum!

It's really unbearable and unbearable!

Listening to Abramovich's swearing on the other end of the phone, Ron Gurley did not dare to speak.

He guessed that Abramovich on the Eclipse of the English Channel must have wanted to kill again at this moment.

After cursing for nearly ten minutes, Abramovich on the other side of the phone panted and stopped.

"Are there any other marina nearby?"

Ron Gurley thought for a while, "Surely the surrounding areas of Southampton are not willing to rent. Maybe you can consider going to Portsmouth."

"Portsmouth?"

"That city is a mortal enemy city of Southampton. The nearest emerging city on the south coast is not far from Southampton. There are also very high-end marina where you can dock. Maybe you can stop there."

Abramovich had no choice but to do so.

Damn Southampton, he was playing such a conspiracy for Lao Tzu!

Too hateful!

If you don't teach you harshly, how can I vent the fire in my heart?

"Ron!" Abramovich shouted into the phone.

"Boss." Ron Gurley agreed immediately.

"Ancelotti and the players are there yet?"

"It's already on high speed, it's coming soon."

In fact, from London to Southampton, it is faster and more convenient to go high speed.

Ron Gurley knew in his heart that the reason why his boss mobilized the Eclipse was to gain a boost in Southampton and to suppress Southampton's morale.

But who would have thought that Southampton would counterattack in this way?

And the city is indeed firmly united around the saints~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is said that even the mayor of Southampton has spoken in support of the saints.

This time, the boss was really slapped in the face by pretending to fail.

"You go tell Ancelotti, I want them to kill me in Southampton at all costs!"

"Not only to win, but to win beautifully, to win a big score!"

Ron Gurley had never heard Abramovich gritted his teeth, and he was a little surprised.

Regardless of how Abramovich is very kind, in fact, he can become a Russian oligarch, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp, once the fire starts, the momentum is almost like eating people.

"Understood, I will call him immediately." Ron Gurley also felt cold sweat from his back.

The boss is angry!

Southampton, it seems that you can only admit that you are unlucky! ()

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