Chapter 143: Pretending to Fail and Being Slapped in the Face

After Yang Huan defied all opinions at the Stapletwood training base and decided to play against each other in public, Bielsa communicated with the coaches who disagreed successively, and finally reached a consensus.

Playing Chelsea, Southampton will not compromise and resolutely attack!

While the coaching staff and players were intensively preparing for the FA Cup, Yang Huan was spared instead.

Went to Italy, met Chris Bangor, and discussed some related matters about the car design company.

Yang Huan has only one opinion. China must enter the market in the shortest time and seize it quickly.

On this point, Yang Huan thinks the same as Chris Bangor.

After returning to the UK, Yang Huan visited Sunseeker and Aston Martin successively.

Seeing that everything he had arranged was going on in an orderly manner, Yang Huan also put down his heart.

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

As soon as he came back, he had just walked into the office at St. Mary's Stadium when Yang Huan heard Nicola Cortes instructing his secretary.

"Go and contact the yacht club and say that there will be a large luxury yacht docking at noon tomorrow, and let them arrange it."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

The secretary agreed, and just as Yang Huan walked in when she was going out, she stepped aside and called out respectfully, "Master Huan."

"Yeah!" Yang Huan nodded in agreement, "Nicholas, what's going on?"

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

"Chelsea chief executive Ron Gurley just called me to say their boss Roman Abramovich has gone south on the luxury yacht Eclipse and is expected to arrive in Southampton at noon tomorrow, hopefully we can arrange a reception. "

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

It is definitely the most powerful weapon for the super rich in the world to show off their wealth!

This Russian drove the yacht to my place?

Still parked next door to our St Mary's Stadium?

Isn't this trying to piss me off?

I really thought I was a soft persimmon,

Okay?

"Master Huan, what's the matter? Is there any problem?" Nikolay Cortes saw Yang Huan's face changing, a little strange.

Sun Yue next to Yang Huan was the best at observing words and expressions, and immediately greeted them, "Of course there is a problem, Nicholas, we will leave them alone."

"Why?" Nicola Cortez wondered, it was only natural for the home team to host the visiting team.

Sun Yue snorted, Nicola Cortez is good at everything, and there is no problem with his ability, but he is too hard-headed on some issues.

"No reason, I just don't like him!" Yang Huan replied coldly.

Seeing that Nicola Cortez wanted to say something, Sun Yue immediately pulled his arm.

"Nikola, you are too honest!"

"How to say?"

"You think, how far is the biggest yacht club in Southampton from St Mary's Stadium?"

"Just next door."

"Yeah, think about it, the Eclipse is 170 meters, it's a giant, such a luxury yacht sailed into the Yichen River and came next to St. Mary's Stadium, think about it, the fans met , how would it feel?"

This time, Nicholas Cortes understood a little.

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

"Think about it again, how far is it from London to Southampton? There are highways and intercity subways by car, how convenient and fast, but why do they just quit and insist on driving the Eclipse in a big way , round the south coast of England to Southampton?"

"Uh..." Nicholas Cortez is not an idiot either, he understands it completely at once.

"People have made it clear that they are here to show off their wealth and to slap us in the face, but we are better, not only do not resist, but also happily put our face up and help them slap themselves in the face, you say, such a stupid thing, we can Do it?"

Nicola Cotterston was ashamed at the time. He felt that he was really fooled, and he didn't even think of this layer.

"Master Huan, I..."

"Stop talking!" Yang Huan waved his hand, interrupting Nicola Cortez's apology, he knew Nicola Cortez.

This person has a strong ability to do things, but he is a bit rigid and lacks some cleverness.

But such a person is reliable, and he is very successful in running Southampton.

"It's their business that he is coming, but Southampton is our territory. Before such a big battle, the momentum is very important, and we have to be the first to win!"

"Master Huan, please tell me!" Nicola Cortes also hated it.

"You immediately go to the marinas around Southampton and tell them that these days, all the marinas in Southampton are not allowed to dock the Eclipse, and whoever lets the Russian yachts park in is our enemy. !"

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

Nicola Cortes also realized the seriousness of the matter and nodded solemnly in agreement.

"You give Ron Gourley another call and say we've contacted all the marinas, but we can't find any vacancies, and ask him that the shabby one on the other side of the Tester is out of service. the cargo terminal, stop non-stop?"

The cargo terminal has been out of use for many years, and there are no facilities. Now it is more used to check the water level of the Teste River. It is an insult to let a tall such as the Eclipse go up and stop.

"Understood!" Nicola Cortes nodded excitedly.

Sun Yue also smiled and said: "Master Huan, Abramović is going to die of anger now!"

Yang Huan smiled slightly, thinking to himself, who made him want to come and slap me in the face?

How can I be in Southampton without letting you pick up a brick and shoot yourself in the foot?

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"Ron, we're almost at Brighton, how are you getting in touch?"

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

Abramović sat on the top floor of the Eclipse, using a satellite phone to contact Chelsea's chief executive Ron Gurley, who had travelled overnight from London to Southampton.

"Boss, we're still in touch." Ron Gurley spoke on the phone in a voice that sounded like he was about to cry.

"Intensify contact?" Abramovich was dissatisfied.

"What's the situation now? For such a big city, doesn't Southampton claim to have a lot of yacht marinas? What yacht exhibitions are held every year, why is there no place to dock a yacht?"

By the end, the Russians almost roared.

"Boss, there are indeed many marinas in Southampton. We have also contacted them one by one, but they said that there are no vacancies for the past two days."

"Fart!" Abramović roared angrily, "Will there be no vacancies at the marina? Who are you fooling?"

"That's exactly what they said!" Ron Gurley exclaimed.

He went to the scene to see many empty marinas, but when he asked, they were all booked.

This shows that someone is targeting Abramovich!

"Then increase the price for me. I will pay twice as much as others pay. If I can't double it, I will pay twice. If I can't double it, I will pay five times ten times. In short, I'm going to stop in Southampton!" Abramowey Chi was also angry.

Who the hell is making trouble for Lao Tzu?

The Chinese from Southampton?

Ron Gurley smiled wryly, "I also increased the price, but they still didn't let it go, saying they took the deposit."

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

"Damn bastard!" Abramović was furious!

"Boss, I also contacted Southampton. They said that the yacht docking places in Southampton have been too short in the past two days, and the places where the Eclipse can be parked have been booked, except..."

Ron Gurley did not dare to say any more.

"Except what?" Abramović pressed.

"Except for a cargo terminal on the other side of the River Tester."

"Cargo terminal?" Abramović was taken aback, "Can it be stopped?"

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

Ron Gurley dared not speak again.

"I'm going ********!" Abramović was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Let my Eclipse stop at the seafood market?

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

It's really unbearable for my uncle and aunt!

Ron Gurley didn't dare to make a sound when Abramovich swears at mother on the other end of the phone.

He guessed that Abramovich on the Eclipse in the English Channel must have the idea of ​​killing at this moment.

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

"Are there any other marinas nearby?"

Ron Gurley thought for a while, "The area around Southampton will definitely not be rented. Maybe you can consider going to Portsmouth."

"Portsmouth?"

"That city is Southampton's sworn enemy city. The nearest emerging city on the south coast is not far from Southampton. There are also very high-end yacht marinas that can be docked. Maybe you can park there."

Abramović had no choice but to do so.

Damn Southampton, even playing such a conspiracy for Lao Tzu!

So hateful!

If I don't teach you a lesson, how can I vent this fire in Lao Tzu's heart?

"Ron!" Abramović yelled into the phone.

"Boss." Ron Gurley agreed immediately.

"Have Ancelotti and the players arrived?"

"It's already on the highway, it's almost there."

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

Ron Gurley knew in his heart that the reason why his boss was so active in dispatching the Eclipse was to raise his face in Southampton and suppress the morale of Southampton.

But who would have thought that Southampton would fight back in this way?

And the city is indeed firmly united around the saints, and 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 be B.

"Go tell Ancelotti, I want them to kill me at Southampton at all costs!"

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

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

Don't look at Abramovich's normal people, but in fact, he can become an oligarch in Russia, and he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Once he gets angry, his momentum is like eating people.

"Understood, I'll call him immediately." Ron Gurley also felt a cold sweat on his back.

The boss is angry!

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