Football giants

Chapter 26 Yang Huan's Request

"Who? Don't you know I'm busy with something very important?"

As soon as Yang Huan answered the phone, he immediately vented his anger.

Too irresponsible!

You don't call in advance and don't notify me in advance. Is there anyone who calls like this?

"Master Huan, it's me." Sun Yue looked aggrieved on the other side of the phone, and was scolded at Cheng Xiang as soon as he got through the phone.

"Say something quickly, and fart quickly." Yang Huan was in no mood to talk nonsense with him.

"There are two things!" Sun Yue seized the time, "First, our marketing and public relations department recruited a few people, and second, Alan Pardue is at St. Mary's Stadium, and he said he wanted to meet you."

"Alan? Pardue?" Yang Huan was upset when he heard the name.

Sun Yue smiled on the phone, "Master Huan, I guess he came to beg for mercy."

"Oh." Yang Huan understood as soon as he heard it, "Since he is begging for mercy, he must act like a grandson begging for mercy. Let him wait over there to see when I am happy, young master, before going to see him."

"Understood!" Sun Yue also felt that this should be the case. Seeing the majestic appearance of this old boy a few days ago, he felt unhappy.

"Oh, by the way, you all come to Jinhan Palace today after get off work. No, it used to be called Jinhan Palace, but now it's called Wangjiang Pavilion. Come, I'll treat you to dinner, and I'll also invite everyone from Stapletwood."

"Understood!" Sun Yue quickly agreed that it would be good to follow the young master, and treat him to dinner every three days.

"And what about Alan Pardew? Would you please?"

"Leave him alone, let him wait."

After finishing speaking, Yang Huan hung up the phone and even turned off the phone.

"Alan? Pardu came to beg for mercy?" Zhang Ning guessed from Yang Huan's few words.

"Well, this old boy used to be arrogant and arrogant. If I don't frustrate his spirit now, how can I mess around in the future?"

Zhang Ning's face is full of black lines, he really thinks he is a gangster, big brother?

"Actually, don't embarrass him too much. After all, he is a British citizen with a local registered permanent residence. If you embarrass him too much, you are afraid that extreme joy will turn into sorrow, and your advantages will become disadvantages."

The human heart is the most elusive thing, and sometimes it is indiscriminate at all.

"What are you afraid of? He was so arrogant back then, if I don't save face now, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Zhang Ning shrugged, she was just reminding Yang Huan.

Sometimes she also understands that Yang Huan seems to be acting nonsense, but actually has his own set of logic and principles.

In fact, he is not what he seems on the surface.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm afraid you'll fall in love with me!" Seeing Zhang Ning staring at him, Yang Huan simply made eye contact with her.

"Fart!" Zhang Ning cursed, and continued to sit down and do things.

Hearing beautiful women swearing, it was also a refreshing thing. With high enthusiasm for work, Yang Huan made some decisions on the spot.

For example, order all the dining tables in Wangjiang Pavilion a brand, all in Chinese, such as benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, loyalty, filial piety, loyalty, forgiveness, or piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, in short, they are named according to this pattern.

There is also the consumption level of the restaurant. Yang Huan directly booked the per capita consumption of [-] pounds. Compared with the top restaurants in London, there is still a small gap, but in Southampton, it is considered a high consumption level.

For this price, Zhang Ning argued with Yang Huan, but in the end he couldn't compete with Yang Huan.

Time passed in the quarrels and bickering between the two, as well as Yang Huan's verbal teasing from time to time.

When night fell, the staff of St. Mary's Stadium and Stapletwood had all received the news, and they all arrived at Wangjiang Pavilion, which is no longer called Jinhan Palace. Huang Tianshun received the notice early, made preparations non-stop, and then was busy in the kitchen.

The arrival of these people just gave Huang Tianshun and the chefs the opportunity to try dishes, and Yang Huan offered a generous reward system, so they all started to show their special skills and come up with their own unique skills.

After each dish was served, everyone on the team couldn't wait to eat it. The atmosphere in the Wangjiang Pavilion suddenly became extremely lively. Even Bielsa, who had just arrived, was experiencing such a scene for the first time. It felt very novel and a little excited.

Yang Huan took Zhang Ning, accompanied by Nicola Cortez and Sun Yue, and toasted table by table. Considering that the team had already started training, everyone stopped drinking and drank freshly squeezed juice instead. The atmosphere did not decrease.

Amidst the joy, Kesh Harris led a British man in a suit and leather shoes and walked in from the outside.

"Master Huan." Kesh Harris hurriedly found Yang Huan who was having sex with Zhang Ning.

"Kash, why are you here?" Yang Huan stood up enthusiastically, "This is..."

"Let me introduce you." Kesh Harris immediately pointed to the British man in a suit and tie, who looked about 60 years old, "Mr. Howard Wilkinson, Chairman of the British Coaches Union."

President of the Coaches Union!

As soon as Yang Huan heard the name, he immediately guessed the reason, and stretched out his hand with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Wilkinson."

It is estimated that this chairman is a rescue soldier invited by Alan Pardew.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Huan. Speaking of which, I also stayed in China for a few months, and I coached the team in Longhai, Mr. Yang Huan's hometown. Is this fate?" Wilkinson did not have the majesty and arrogance of the chairman of the management organization.

Yang Huan is soft but not hard, if you are polite to him, he will be polite to you.

"I know that even now, there are still many Chinese fans who believe that Mr. Wilkinson is the most qualified foreign teacher in Longhai City. It's a pity that this fate is too short."

"Yeah, I'm a little sorry." Wilkinson also had a helpless face when he talked about what happened back then.

"Is it convenient for Mr. Yang Huan? Let's talk outside?"

"Please!"

Kesh Harris knew what they were going to talk about, and it was not his turn to participate in this kind of thing, so he stayed for dinner.

The two walked out of Wangjiang Pavilion, left the hustle and bustle, and began to feel the tranquility and elegance of Southampton.

Walking to the riverside, holding on to the guardrail, the salty sea breeze blows towards my face, and there is faint movement on the pier, as the waves drive the yachts and sailboats up and down.

At this moment, Yang Huan thought of his Sunseeker yacht, and thought to himself, he must buy one and put it in Southampton when he finds a chance.

"Mr. Yang Huan, I believe you understand why I'm here." Wilkinson didn't beat around the bush, and got straight to the point.

"Yes, I know."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Huan snorted, "Do you think I'll just let him go like this? Is it possible?"

Without waiting for Wilkinson to say more, Yang Huan continued: "I respect English football a lot, but I will never respect Alan Pardew, because I don't see anything worthy of my respect in this man, because he has never respected me at all, otherwise he would not do such a thing."

"Back then he unscrupulously attacked me, my team, and even my motherland. None of you stood up to stop him, but now it's all right. I relied on my own strength to rehabilitate and wash away the grievances. When I want those who spread rumors and slanders to pay the price, you jumped out and told me, so that's it?"

"Do you think this is fair to me?"

Wilkinson sighed. Alan Pardue really did go too far.

Speaking of which, he, the chairman of the coaches union, is also sad. For this matter, he specifically found Kesh Harris, and then contacted Yang Huan through Kesh Harris. Who knew that Yang Huan couldn't get through the phone, and his phone was turned off. This made him rush directly from London to Southampton.

Outside the St. Mary's Stadium just now, he met Alan Pardew. He didn't have the slightest demeanor of a famous English coach. He was like a wild dog abandoned by the roadside, at a loss.

But all of this is his own fault!
"I can understand your feelings, Mr. Yang Huan, but please also understand that football has always had its own rules. We have never advocated the judiciary of matters in the field of football, because we have always believed that excessive judicial intervention will destroy the current structure of football. This is something that all football practitioners and fans do not want to see."

Yang Huan knew about this.

The Bosman Act was a special case back then, and then whether it was the EU labor law or some laws of other countries, it opened up privileges in the football field.

This can be regarded as an unspoken rule of European professional football.

"So what?" Yang Huan was surprised, it had nothing to do with him.

Wilkinson smiled, "I was thinking, maybe we can use other methods to punish Alan Pardew, instead of using the judiciary, because this is related to the authority and independence of the football management organization, you should be able to understand our difficulties, right?"

Yang Huan thought for a while. Originally, he just wanted to teach Alan Pardue a painful lesson, and he didn't think about forcing anyone into a corner. Besides, he really didn't take Alan Pardue seriously.

"My request is very simple!" Yang Huan also set out his own conditions, "First of all, he and his team must publish an apology letter in all newspapers, apologizing for all his previous irresponsible remarks, and clarifying the facts. This is the premise. If this one cannot be negotiated, then there is no need to talk about it."

Wilkinson thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, I will agree on his behalf."

"You also talk about the content of the punishment, I will listen to it, and if it is acceptable, I will agree."

"Sanctioned for half a year, compensation of 50 pounds, the money is used to compensate for the loss of Southampton." Wilkinson is clearly prepared.

Yang Huan shook his head, "The suspension of half a year is too short, and the compensation of 50 pounds is too little."

"Then what do you mean?"

"One year ban, 100 million pounds in damages!"

Wilkinson smiled wryly. Alan Pardew was not a rich man, and he was suspended and fined. Didn't this cost him all of his wealth?

However, this can be regarded as a painful lesson for him, so that he can learn to behave well in the future, knowing who can be messed with and who can't be messed with.

"Okay, I can also promise on his behalf."

"Alan Pardew has his strength of character, and I will not be stingy. I don't want the 100 million pounds. I will donate it to the FA. I will donate another 100 million pounds myself, a total of 200 million pounds, to fund England's youth training program."

Wilkinson was a little surprised, 100 million pounds is enough to bring in a very good player, so why not?
And donate another £100 million?

What kind of thinking logic is this?

But soon, he understood that Yang Huan didn't want money at all, what he wanted was fame, an excellent reputation!
"Okay, I promise!" If Wilkinson doesn't agree to such a good thing, the people who go back to the FA may tear him apart.

The entire English football world knows that the Premier League is rich, but the English Football League is always poor.

200 million pounds, for the FA, there are too many things that can be done, especially now that the London Olympics is about to usher in, there are many places where money needs to be spent.

"Mr. Yang Huan, although we are meeting for the first time, I have to say that you are very special."

"Really?" Yang Huan accepted the compliment with a smile, he always liked to be praised.

"This is my business card. If you have anything to do in the future, just call me. I may still be able to say a few words in many places." Wilkinson had a good impression of Yang Huan and handed him his business card.

Yang Huan took it and put it in his pocket without looking at it. A question suddenly came to his mind.

"Mr. Wilkinson, can you help me find an extra quota for special talent terms?"

　Thank you book friend [A Chu Bo] for your reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)