Football Giants

St. Mary's stadium stands.

"Pini." Abramovich said with a cold face, fearing that he might be able to shave a thick layer of frost.

Pini Zahavi knew that he was in a bad mood, and he didn't dare to be careless. He waited cautiously. When he heard his name, he immediately leaned forward, "Roman."

"I'm leaving now!" Abramovich said in a deep voice.

go?

Pini Zahavi's mind turned quickly, and he immediately thought of it.

Abramovich was afraid that Yang Huan would come to him, and he would feel even more embarrassing.

So, the game was just over, he immediately wanted to leave.

"Okay." Pini Zahavi nodded, "You go down the stairs, I'll go to the parking lot outside to drive, we wait at the door."

"No!" Abramovich stopped him, "You stay!"

Pini Zahavi was taken aback, but immediately understood.

As the saying goes, he is willing to bet to lose, with Abramovich's identity and status, he can't do the kind of thing that just runs away after losing the bet.

"Then... what if he asks?"

A flash of anger flashed in Abramovich's eyes, but he said with disdain: "How to say? I would like to lose the gambling, depending on which two players he wants, just give it to him, you can make up your mind about this matter!"

Ron Gurley on the side looked a little unnatural.

How do you listen, in the boss's mouth, this group of players in the team seems to be a gift he can give out at hand?

In the eyes of these capital bosses, professional players are really so worthless?

"This time he won by a fluke, and next time he won't be so lucky again!"

After speaking, Abramovich snorted coldly, waved his hand, and left with 30 bodyguards in black.

In order to avoid the attention of the media and reporters, the Russians specially selected the most remote corner exit, which gave them a sense of escape.

Fortunately, he didn't get the reporter's attention until he got into that luxury car.

This also relieved him sitting in the car.

His mother, if he is photographed by a reporter, he must write a close-up in the newspaper tomorrow, and he will lose his face even more.

"Drive!" He urged the driver in front.

Now I want to quickly escape from this place.

But when Abramovich just turned his head to urge the driver, a dazzling light flashed beside him.

This made him startled. He turned his head and looked over, only to find at least a dozen reporters standing outside the car, all holding a long-barreled lens at his car.

"Go, go quickly!" Abramovich jumped into a rage.

Where did these **** reporters come from? How did you find him again?

He has completely forgotten that with his own pomp, thirty bodyguards in black can escape the eyes of these caring people?

Seeing Abramović and his bodyguards' riders speeding away in disgrace, the group of reporters behind laughed.

"It's great, I took the front face, and see what he has to say."

"This Russian is really stupid, he actually walked through the most remote door."

"He must have thought that we didn't expect that, based on his IQ, how could he guess that we would be ambushing here?"

"Haha, he just went the wrong way and gave us the best material. The newspaper must be popular tomorrow!"

"Hey, isn't that a reporter from the Daily Mail?" A sharp-eyed reporter recognized a person from the crowd.

"Yes……"

"Wow, aren't you pro-Chelsea? Even you guys came to film Abramovich's embarrassment?"

"No? Even the reporters from the Daily Mail are here?"

"Isn't it an undercover agent?"

"Like? It's probably the same as us. Sales this year is king. Who kisses whom?"

"That's right, Abramovich is going to be embarrassed this time."

"Eh, simply, we will report at the same time tomorrow to create a little effect, so that it can be hyped for several days."

"This is a good idea, I agree!"

"I agree!"

"We all agree!"

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"We all agree!!"

In the home team locker room at St. Mary's Stadium, Southampton players are also shouting loudly.

Just now, Yang Huan visited them in the locker room and was full of praise for their performance in this game.

And asked them whether they should adjust the team's strategy and focus on the FA Cup championship.

As a result, as soon as he said, all the players agreed in unison!

It can be seen that after this battle, everyone is confident and ambitious.

"Damn, all agree?"

The players nodded together, "Hmm!"

"No one objected?"

The players shook their heads together.

At this time, whoever opposes, whoever must be beaten, is the fool who opposes!

"It seems that my two million pounds of prize money can't be kept!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

When the players heard it, there was another cheering.

"Two million pounds?"

"Master Huan, I heard it right?"

"Does the FA Cup win a prize of two million pounds?"

Yang Huan smiled and stretched out his hand to signal the players to be quiet, and when everyone was quiet, he continued.

"Yes, I talked to Nicola Cortez. We didn't report the FA Cup bonus. Who guessed that we had a chance to compete for the championship at the beginning of the season?"

Yang Huan's words made everyone present nod their heads.

"So, this time I decided that if the team wins the championship, all the FA Cup prize money will be awarded to the players, which is about two million pounds. Anyway, the club will not ask for a penny, all will be awarded to you and the coach. group!"

The players heard that it was fried.

"Great, two million pounds!"

"Yes, I heard that neither Arsenal nor Manchester United won the league title with such high prize money!"

"My goodness, Master Huan is such a big deal!"

"I didn't say it, for the two million pounds bonus, for the young master Huan, for our Southampton, one word, fight it!"

"Yes, it's the man's, you have to fight it out!"

"It's all done!!"

Seeing that the players were so excited, Yang Huan was also very satisfied with the results.

It's just that blind spiritual encouragement has no effect, and it is better for people to get realistic.

"Everyone, hurry up to take a shower and change clothes, let's have a supper at Wangjiang Pavilion!"

"Good!" The players responded in unison.

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Charlene Laheri was standing in the office at St. Mary's Stadium, and the sound of the response from the locker room could still be heard faintly from the passage, and she felt funny in her heart.

Don't look at that guy making a fool of himself, but he is actually very charming.

At least this group of players in Southampton convinced him.

Some people say that it is the function of money. After all, no one does not love money these days.

But the problem is that she has a feeling that even if there is no money temptation now, these players are still willing to work hard for him.

She was still thinking when she saw Pini Zahavi, who grinned and smiled at the sight of people, came in.

"Hello, Miss Laheri!"

They are all in the football circle. Who doesn't know the now popular English football goddess Charlene? Laherit?

"Hello, Mr. Zahavi!" Charlene stretched out her hand and released it with a light grip.

Pini Zahavi looked at his hands a little bit dissatisfied, as if the pinky touch of the delicate and delicate hands was still left in his fingers, which always made people feel a little bit unfinished.

This woman is really a charming stunner!

Even the hands are so touching!

"This game was very exciting, wasn't it?" Pini Zahavi laughed and asked for a topic.

When a man meets a beautiful woman, he can't help but want to strike up a conversation.

This is the nature of men.

Charlene Laheri didn't like this shrewd-looking man, so she hummed and said nothing.

"Southampton played very well, Chelsea also played well, it was a shame to lose."

"Yeah." Charlene Laheri still did not move.

Pini Zahavi smiled awkwardly, "Those underground dealers in London are out of luck. They all looked forward to Chelsea before the game, and the result..."

Although British gambling is legalized and there are local gambling groups like William Hill, there are also some underground bookmakers, and usually these underground bookmakers have a certain relationship with the underworld.

What Pini Zahavi said, Charlene Laheri noticed.

"Is it a big bet?" she asked.

It is rare to find a topic of interest to a beauty, and Pini Zahavi immediately smiled and took out private work.

"Before the game, I talked to friends in London on the phone. One of the biggest underground bookmakers was afraid to lose tens of millions of pounds. If we add to the previous game against Arsenal, I'm afraid we will lose more."

Speaking of this, Pini Zahavi sighed, "It's all caused by lack of greed!"

Generally speaking, the odds offered by underground bookmakers are based on the odds given by big consortia like William Hill.

In theory, they cannot lose money, or even make a steady profit without losing money.

The blame is lack of greed, and always want to make more, so I eat it myself, or make a private bet.

As a result, if the odds are high, and an upset, they often lose miserably.

"Southampton is really the enemy of this group of underground bookmakers!" Pini Zahavi said jokingly.

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional.

Charlene Laheri paid attention.

At this time, Yang Huan took Long Wu, accompanied by Nicolas Cortes and Sun Yue, walked out of the player channel and walked into the office.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Pini Zahavi, and Yang Huan immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Pini, where's Abramovich?" He was thinking about showing off his prestige now.

Although this is a derogatory term, it also depends on who it is.

If you can get into trouble in the face of Abramovich, who is ranked high in the Forbes rich list, this is not a derogatory term, but a commendatory term.

At least Yang Huan felt so.

Pini Zahavi immediately smiled bitterly, "Master Huan, he...let's go!"

"Going?"

"Yes, as soon as the game is over, he left, saying that something happened temporarily!"

Yang Huan knew this was an excuse, and he curled his lips, but he didn't feel regretful, he just missed an opportunity to hit his opponent.

"Damn, he really has no demeanor. If he loses, he won't even be seen. He goes to someone else's house and talks to his host before leaving. This is the most basic politeness. Doesn't he understand?"

Everyone present wanted to laugh.

Everyone knows that if this young master Huan hadn't won, he would wait for Abramovich to say goodbye.

Isn’t it just going to get into trouble and hit your opponent?

Is it necessary to speak so boldly?

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about that rude barbarian!"

Yang Huan's words made many people present feel funny.

In the eyes of many European developed countries, the oligarchs from Russia are not barbarians?

Even in the heyday of Russia in history, they were still barbarians in the eyes of Europeans.

Even in the Russian palace at that time, if you didn't know a few words of French, you would be embarrassed to say hello.

"Yes, Master Huan!" Pini Zahavi was anxious not to talk about Abramovich.

There are big customers on both sides~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is not appropriate to say good things about anyone, it is best not to talk about it, neither side should be guilty.

"Didn't I tell you just now? I just received a scout report today. There are several outstanding young players. I know that Southampton is interested in young rookies recently. Take a look?"

With that, Pini Zahavi was about to hand out a document in his hand.

Yang Huan stretched out his hand, but did not answer.

"Pini, let's not talk about this kind of thing, let's go, I invite you to dinner, and celebrate the victory first!"

With that said, Pini Zahavi could not help but whether he was willing or not, Yang Huan greeted everyone and went outside.

On the phone while walking, I invited Kesh Harris and other friends to come.

Also asked Nicholas Cortez to invite Terry Matthews who had not left yet.

The more he looks at this Terry? Matthews is more pleasing to the eye, who makes people fans of Southampton? ()