Football giants

Chapter 65 Go Forward, Saints!
"You Southampton have been in the limelight recently. Bielsa is a very good head coach. The current dilemma is only temporary. I believe you will be able to get out of it soon. By then, Southampton is bound to be a blockbuster!"

Howard Wilkinson is full of confidence in Southampton.

With the current Southampton lineup, let alone the League One, even in the Championship, they are the undisputed strongest kings. Coupled with Bielsa's coaching ability, if this Southampton team is not strong, it really can't be justified.

Yang Huan sat beside him, crossed his legs, and laughed, "It's hard to say something like a football game. Winning or losing is unknown. Who dares to say that they are sure to win?"

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

Others don't talk about it, just talk about John Hunter's 50 pounds.

Perhaps in the eyes of rich people, this amount of money is nothing, but for many white-collar workers in London, their annual salary is only 50 to [-] pounds, and taxes have to be deducted, so [-] pounds is the result of years of hard work and no food or drink for them.

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

"So confident?" Wilkinson was a little surprised.

Yang Huan nodded, "We will send our main force to play in this match. If we lose, everyone will have to walk back to Southampton!"

Wilkinson was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud. Southampton, who had sent the main force, had a certain chance of winning.

While Yang Huan was talking to Wilkinson, Zhang Ning finally finished all the things that Yang Huan had asked him to do. Under the eyes of a group of men who looked like wolves like tigers, Zhang Ning quietly walked to the seat next to Yang Huan and sat down.

"It's all done." Zhang Ning said in a low voice, "A total of 160 million pounds has been collected."

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

Calculated to be almost 2000 million RMB, not much, but not less.

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

The bet was on goal difference, that is to say, if Southampton drew or lost one goal, Yang Huan would have to lose 160 million pounds, but if Southampton lost two goals, Yang Huan would have to lose 330 million pounds, and so on.

Although Southampton's big crash is unlikely, it is a fact that Southampton's poor state has been in recent times.

"Risk and opportunity are equal. No matter how big the risk is, there will be as much opportunity as possible. I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?" Yang Huan smiled and looked at Zhang Ning. The frightened look of this girl is quite pitiful, and she also has a charming charm.

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

But every time, Yang Huan held back.

As the saying goes, if the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the day and night.

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

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

The gamble between Yang Huan and Liu Mingwei made her have an extremely deep impression on Yang Huan for the first time, especially his self-confidence, even now, she still remembers it fresh.

A month has passed.

For some, a month seems short, fleeting.

But for Zhang Ning, the past month was the most colorful month in her life.

Because in this month, she did a lot of things that she had never done in her life, and she didn't even dare to think about it.

For example, she drove a Lamborghini in the most prosperous downtown area of ​​Longhai City, and it didn't crash or scratch.

What's more, she used to be a top student, but was taken care of by a rich second generation.

More importantly, she is gradually developing dependence and affection for Yang Huan from the helpless resistance at the beginning.

She didn't know how long her psychological defense could last?

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

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

Sun Yue immediately poked his head over from behind, "Master Huan, what are your orders?"

"The players are back in the locker room after warming up. Go and tell them that this game must be won by me. I will withdraw the reward I arranged before and replace it with a new one. For every goal I beat Charlton, I will reward everyone with 50 pounds!"

"50 pounds?" Sun Yue was taken aback by Yang Huan's generosity.

"Go!" Yang Huan waved his hand.

Sun Yue immediately put away his excitement and left the rostrum.

But I was thinking to myself, why the hell am I not a professional player?
50 pounds for a ball!

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Outside the home team locker room at Valley Stadium.

Bradley Wright Phillips was stopped outside the locker room door.

He recognized him. This man was a rich second generation from London, who had been hanging out with a man named John Hunter all the time.

"Master John asked me to inform you that you will try your best to score goals during the game, and for every goal you score, Master John will reward you with [-] pounds in private!" the dog leg said with a smile.

Actually, John Huntel said [-] yuan, but he cut off [-] yuan in the middle, which is regarded as a commission.

"Ten thousand pounds?" Bradley Wright Phillips was astonished.

His monthly salary is not so much.

"Yes, it will be cashed out after the game, so you have to put more effort into the game and score more goals. If you can score a few more goals, don't be soft-footed. Maybe Master John will give you more bonuses if he is happy!"

Wright Phillips nodded vigorously, "I understand, don't worry, the two central defenders in Southampton, one is tall and clumsy, the other is young and inexperienced, I will definitely eat them!"

"Okay, with your words, Master John and I can rest assured!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Bradley Wright Phillips let out a heavy sigh. He is a Manchester City player and the younger brother of former England international right winger Wright Phillips.

Now, Bradley Wright Phillips wants to score more goals with Southampton, earn more money, and earn more fame. Maybe he will have the opportunity to play in the British Championship or even the Premier League in the future.

"Southampton? You're dead!"

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The visiting team's locker room at Valley Stadium.

Luis Borrini stood in the middle of the locker room, his gaze swept across every player.

Bielsa had just finished arranging the team's tactics and stood aside.

Usually the team's encouragement of players is handed over to Luis Bollini, and Bielsa concentrates on the tactical level.

"Master Huan sent someone to notify you just now."

As soon as Yang Huan was mentioned, there was a commotion in the locker room, and everyone started talking.

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

"What? Cancel?"

"How is it possible? Master Huan is not this kind of person!"

"That's right, Young Master Huan has always kept his word and said that one is one, so how could he cancel the agreed upon reward?"

"Is there something wrong?"

As soon as Luis Borini finished speaking, everyone was full of surprise.

The Argentine old man raised his hands, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"You heard me right. Master Huan said that the previous reward was cancelled, and he re-designed a reward."

Only then did everyone understand that they held back their curiosity and looked at Louis Borini with concern.

"We don't just want to win this game, we also want to win beautifully and win a big victory, so Master Huan's reward is based on the goal difference. For every goal we score more than Charlton, Master Huan will reward 50 pounds!"

"Wow!!!"

The whole locker room suddenly exploded!

£50?
Everyone stared at Louis Borini in dumbfounded.

is this real?
Is it really 50 pounds more for one more goal difference?
God, the world is going crazy!

Even if Zlatan Ibrahimovic's annual salary is 1000 to 50 million euros, the reward of [-] pounds is full of temptation for him, because after conversion, he can at least get [-] to [-] pounds.

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

As Luis Borini spoke again, everyone in the locker room seemed a little excited.

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

Everyone is deep in thought.

They all had to admit that Southampton treated them very well, and Yang Huan treated them like honored guests.

"We all have feelings. Even if this is a profession, we must show our professional ethics. Should we use practical actions and performances to repay the club and Master Huan for their kind treatment to us?"

"Not to mention that there is a huge reward of up to 50 pounds for one goal, even if there is no one, we will do our best to kill Charlton, and the outside world will question us!"

"Because, we are saints, Southampton!"

As Luis Borini spoke to the end, with a somewhat hoarse voice, the emotions of everyone in the entire locker room were mobilized, and everyone was infected by his voice and emotion.

"We are Southampton!"

"Kill Charlton!"

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

With the sound of exciting drums, one side of the Valley Stadium was occupied by red and white Southampton fans.

And everyone in the stands was infected by this thunderous drumbeat, and their emotions were mobilized by it.

"Oh when the Saints..."

Standing in front of the aisle, Harry loudly sang the first sentence of the Southampton team anthem with the beating of drums. He raised his hands above his head and waved vigorously, directing the singing of all the more than 4000 Saints fans who came to the away game.

"Gomarchingin..." Someone began to sing loudly along with Harry.

More and more people began to let go of their voices and sing the team song loudly.

"Oh when the Saints go marching in."

"I want to be in that number!"

In the end, the singing voices of more than 4000 Southampton fans gathered together to form a spectacular chorus.

This song was adapted from an old song and was called [Go on, Saints!] by Southampton fans. ]'s team song, the lyrics are just a few lines, back and forth, repeated non-stop, but the melody of the whole song is very brisk, the rhythm is very strong, accompanied by the rumbling drums, coupled with the concerted efforts of everyone, formed a very strong momentum.

This momentum was like a flash flood, pouring down from the stands of the valley stadium, sweeping the entire green field.

Southampton's players and Charlton's players stood in their own half, waiting for the game to start.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic stands in the center circle, next to Neymar.

The two looked at Charlton's defensive formation, discussing what to do after the start of the fight.

The referee is 47-year-old Andrew De Urso, who has been whistling about low-level league games. At this moment, he is also standing in the middle circle as if facing a big enemy, with the silver whistle in his mouth.

Looking at the stopwatch on his left wrist, when the time came, he blew the whistle vigorously.

Accompanied by a clear whistle, amidst the tense mood of countless people in the stands, and the singing of Southampton fans...

The game is officially started!
(End of this chapter)