Football Giants

　　 "You Southampton has been in the limelight recently. Bielsa is a very competent head coach. The current predicament is only temporary. I believe it will be able to get out soon. By then, Southampton will be a blockbuster!"

　　Howard Wilkinson is confident in Southampton.

With the current set of Southampton’s lineup, let alone in the League of Nations, even in the Champions League, it is the undisputed strongest king, plus Bielsa’s coaching ability, this team If Ampton were not strong, it would be impossible to justify.

　　 Yang Huan sat next to him, with Erlang's legs folded, and laughed, "It's hard to say things like football games. Win or lose is unknown. Who would dare to say that he won?"

　　 "Then you still bet that big with them?" Wilkinson was a little unpredictable about Yang Huan.

　　Others don’t say it, just say John Hunter’s 500,000 pounds.

Perhaps in the eyes of the rich, this money is nothing, but for many white-collar workers in London, their annual salary is only 30,000 or 40,000 pounds, plus tax deductions, so 500,000 pounds for them, It is the result of years of hard work and no food or drink.

　　 "Is it big?" Yang Huan shook his head and laughed, "I hope they gamble more."

　　 "So confident?" Wilkinson was a little surprised.

　　Yang Huan nodded, "We have to do our best to play this game. If we lose, everyone will have to walk back to Southampton!"

　　 Wilkinson was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed, and he had a certain chance of winning the main Southampton.

　　 While Yang Huan was talking to Wilkinson, Zhang Ning finally finished all the things Yang Huan had confessed. In the eyes of a group of men like wolves, Kuan Kuan walked to the seat beside Yang Huan and sat down.

　　 "It's all set." Zhang Ning said in a low voice, "A total of 1.65 million pounds was collected."

　　 "Wow, a lot." Yang Huan was a little surprised at this number.

　　 It is almost 20 million yuan, not much, but not a lot.

　　 "Are you really confident?" Zhang Ning was a little worried for him.

The bet is on goal difference. In other words, Yang Huan would have to lose £1.65 million if Southampton lost a draw and one goal, but if Southampton lost two goals, Yang Huan would have to lose three hundred and three. One hundred thousand pounds, and so on.

　　 Although it is unlikely that Southampton will crash, it is a fact that Southampton has been in poor condition this time around.

"Risks and opportunities are the same. There are as many risks as there are opportunities. I am not afraid. What are you afraid of?" Yang Huan smiled and looked at Zhang Ning. This Nizi looked terrified, which is very pitiful. Don't have a moving style.

　　Sometimes I think about it, I really can't help but want to eat her.

　　 Every time, Yang Huan held back.

　　 As the saying goes, if the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the future?

　　 Yang Huan wants a long time, not a spring breeze.

　　 Seeing him like this, Zhang Ning couldn't help but recalled the night at Languifang Bar in Longhai City more than a month ago.

　　 The big bet between Yang Huan and Liu Mingwei made her impress Yang Huan for the first time, especially his confidence. Even now, she still remembers her.

　　 One month has passed.

　　 For some people, a month seems very short, fleeting.

　　 For Zhang Ning, the past month has been the most colorful month in her life.

　　 Because in this month, she has done a lot of things that she has never done in her life, and even dare not even think about it.

　　 For example, she drove a Lamborghini in the busiest downtown area of ​​Longhai City without crashing or scratching.

　　Also, she was raised by a rich second generation from a top student.

　　 More importantly, she was reluctant to resist from the beginning, and slowly developed dependence and affection on Yang Huan.

　　 She doesn't know how long her psychological defense can last?

　　 Or, her so-called psychological defense line is actually gone.

　　 "Sun Yue!" Yang Huan moved his hand behind him.

　　 Sun Yue immediately turned his head from behind, "Master Huan, what's your order?"

"The players have warmed up and returned to the locker room. Tell them that this game must be won for me. The rewards I arranged before are withdrawn and replaced by a new one. Every time Charlton wins by one goal, I Just use £500,000 to reward everyone!"

　　 "Five hundred thousand pounds?" Sun Yue was taken aback by Yang Huan's generous handwork.

　　 "Go!" Yang Huan waved a big hand.

　　 Sun Yue immediately cleared up his excitement and quickly left the podium.

　　 But in my heart, I was thinking to myself, why my **** is not a professional player?

　　 A ball is 500,000 pounds!

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　　 Valley Stadium home team locker room.

　　 Bradley Wright Phillips was stopped outside the locker room.

　　He recognized that this man is a rich second-generation in London, and he has been with a guy named John Hunter all the time.

　　 "Master John asked me to inform you that he will do his best to score goals in the game. For every goal, Master John will privately reward you with a reward of 10,000 pounds!" The doggie said with a smile.

　　Actually, John Hunter said 20,000 yuan, but he intercepted 10,000 yuan in the middle, which was considered a rake.

　　 "Ten thousand pounds?" Bradley Wright Phillips was taken aback.

　　 He doesn't have that much salary for a month.

　　 "Yes, you will cash it after the game, so you have to work hard and score more goals in the game. If you can score more, don't be soft, maybe Master John will be happy and give you more bonuses!"

　　 Wright Phillips nodded vigorously, "I understand, rest assured, the two Southampton central defenders, one is tall and awkward, the other is young and inexperienced, I will take them!"

　　 "Well, with your words, Master John and I are relieved!" After speaking, he turned and left.

Bradley Wright Phillips sighed heavily. He is a Manchester City player and the brother of former England international right wing Wright Phillips. Although he is brothers, one is an international and the other has been mixed for a long time. In the low-level leagues, the situation is very different.

Today, Bradley Wright Phillips wants to score a few more goals in Southampton, make more money, and earn more fame. Maybe he will have a chance to play in the English Championship or even the Premier League in the future. ball.

　　 "Southampton? You are dead!"

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　　 Valley Stadium visiting team locker room.

　　 Luis Bollini stood in the middle of the locker room, looking at every player like a torch.

　　 Bielsa has just finished laying out the team's tactics and stood aside.

　　 Usually what the team encourages players is entrusted to Luis Bollini. Bielsa concentrates on the tactical level.

　　 "Young Master Huan just sent someone to inform."

　　 As soon as Yang Huan was mentioned, the locker room was suddenly noisy, and everyone started talking.

　　 "Master Huan said, all the rewards promised before will be cancelled!"

　　 "What? Cancel?"

　　 "How is it possible? Master Huan is not such a person!"

　　 "Yes, Master Huan has always believed in his words, saying that one is one, how can you cancel the rewards that you said before?"

　　 "Is there something wrong?"

　　 Luis Bollini just finished speaking, everyone was surprised.

　　 The old Argentine raised his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet.

　　 "You heard me right, Young Master Huan said that the previous reward was cancelled, and he drafted a new reward."

　　 Everyone realized that they all held down their curiosity and looked at Luis Borini with interest.

"In this game, we not only want to win, but also to win beautifully and win a big victory. So Master Huan’s reward is based on goal difference. For every goal we score more than Charlton, Master Huan will reward him. Five hundred thousand pounds!"

"Wow!!!"

　　 The whole locker room is suddenly fried!

　　 Five hundred thousand pounds?

　　 Everyone looked at Luis Borini dumbfounded.

is this real?

　　 Is it true that one more goal difference is an extra 500,000 pounds?

　　 My God, this world is going crazy!

Even if Ibrahimović’s annual salary is 12 million euros, the reward of 500,000 pounds is full of temptation for him, because after conversion, he can at least be divided into 20,000 or 30,000. GBP.

"We have all seen that the current situation of the team is not good. There is a lot of doubts about Southampton from the outside. The club is under tremendous pressure from up and down. Young Master Huan has made up his mind to break this pressure at all costs and break through The dilemma and bottleneck the team is currently facing!"

　　As Luis Bollini spoke again, everyone in the dressing room seemed a little excited.

　　 "I know that everyone is a professional player, and playing football is a profession, but you can ask yourself, when you come to Southampton, how does the team treat you? How does Master Huan treat you?"

　　 Everyone is thinking.

　　 They all have to admit that Southampton treats them very well, and Yang Huan treats them like a guest.

"We all have feelings. Even if this is a profession, we have to show our professional ethics. Are we going to use practical actions and performance to repay the kindness of the club and Master Huan to us? "

　　 "Not to mention that there is a huge reward of up to 500,000 pounds for a goal, even if it is not, we will do our best to kill Charlton, Yixue outsiders question us!"

　　 "Because we are saints, Southampton!"

　　 As Luis Borini said at the end, with a somewhat hoarse voice, the emotions of everyone in the entire dressing room were mobilized, and each one was infected by his voice and feelings.

　　 "We are Southampton!"

　　 "Kill Charlton!"

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　　 "Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang..."

　　 Accompanied by an uplifting drumbeat, one side of the Valley Stadium was occupied by red and white Southampton fans.

　　 Everyone in the stands was infected by this thunderous drum, and their emotions were aroused by it.

　　 "OhwhentheSaints……"

Standing in front of the seat aisle, Harry sang the first sentence of the Southampton team song aloud with the banging of the drums. He also raised his hands above his head and waved vigorously, directing all the four thousand who came to the away field. The singing of many Saints fans.

　　 "Gomarchingin..." Someone started singing loudly with Harry.

　　 More and more people began to let go of their voices~www.NovelMTL.com~ singing the team song loudly.

　　 "OhwhentheSaintsgomarchingin."

　　 "Iwanttobeinthatnumber!"

　　 In the end, the singing of more than 4,000 Southampton fans came together to form a spectacular chorus.

　　 This song is adapted from an old song and is called "Go on, Saint!" by Southampton fans. 】’S team song, the lyrics are just these few sentences, back and forth, repeating constantly, but the melody of the whole song is very lively, the rhythm is very strong, accompanied by the rumbling drums, and everyone’s concerted efforts, forming A very strong momentum.

　　 This momentum is like a flash flood, pouring down from the stands of the Valley Course, sweeping the entire green field.

　　The players of Southampton and Charlton stood in their own half, waiting for the start of the game.

　　 Ibrahimovic stood in the middle circle, and Neymar stood beside him.

　　 The two looked at Charlton's defensive formation and discussed what to do after the fight started.

The referee is the 47-year-old Andrew De Urso, who has been playing low-level league games. At this moment, he is standing in the middle circle like an enemy, with the silver whistle in his mouth. .

　　 looked at the stopwatch on his left wrist, and when the time was up, he blew the whistle vigorously.

　　 Accompanied by a crisp whistle, in the nervous mood of countless people in the stands, in the singing of Southampton fans...

　　The game is officially open!