Chapter 151 We Can Win the Championship!

Ferguson sits in the manager's office at Manchester United's Carrington training base.

The FA Cup match between Southampton and Chelsea was being broadcast live on the TV in front of him.

Sitting beside him are his three assistants, Mike? Perrin, Rene? Mullensteen, and his younger brother, Manchester United's chief scout Martin? Ferguson.

All four of them sat on the sofa, watching TV intently without saying a word.

On the TV screen, the teenager Chamberlain raised his arms high, celebrating the crucial goal he scored.

In fact, Ibrahimovic's first goal just now came from his assist.

In this game, he also gave wonderful performances many times. He was very threatening to take the ball, pass the ball and pass the ball.

"Alex Chamberlain?" Ferguson frowned, looking at the player who was given a close-up on the TV screen.

Mike Perrin nodded, "Yes, I was born in August 1993, and I am not yet 18 years old, but this season, he has played the main force in Southampton, and his performance is very eye-catching. He is a rare and skilled player in English football. ."

After listening to Ferguson, he laughed, "You are wrong, his most valuable thing is not only his skills."

"Oh?" Mike Perrin didn't understand.

"His physical fitness is very good. Did you see that he carried Bosingwa and Essien just now, like a seventeen-year-old child?"

Mike Perrin was really surprised when Ferguson mentioned this.

Logically speaking, a seventeen-year-old child is definitely not as good as an adult team in terms of physical fitness.

But just now Chamberlain held the two adult defenders and brought the ball out. Although he took the lead, it is not difficult to see that his physical fitness is indeed not weak.

Rene Mullensteen on the side said: "He is of African descent, Jamaican, his father and uncle are both professional players in the lower leagues. He was born in Portsmouth and joined Southampton since he was a child."

Ferguson glanced at Meulenstin with admiration, the Dutchman is indeed a very capable assistant.

"What is even more rare is that he has strong tactical execution, is willing to defend and counter-attack, and can also work hard in defense, which is very valuable for a skilled attacking player.

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From Ferguson's tone, it is not difficult to hear his appreciation for Chamberlain.

In this game, this little saint really shines.

"Southampton's youth training is very strong. The recent batch of players are quite good, especially at the technical level. Adam Lallana's kick from the front of the penalty area just now also gave a lot of ideas." What Mullensteen attaches to the most is the player's technical skills.

Ferguson smiled slightly and pointed to the TV screen, "Then you say, this Chamberlain, what do you think?"

"The technology is better and more detailed than Walcott, and the development potential is higher." Mullensteen answered without hesitation.

Ferguson nodded with a smile.

Technological, this is the development trend of English football, an inevitable trend.

All styles that go against this trend will eventually be eliminated!

Ferguson looked at his brother Martin Ferguson, who had never spoken.

"Martin."

Although Ferguson didn't say anything, Martin Ferguson understood and nodded and smiled.

"I will go to Southampton tomorrow, and I will give you a detailed report in a month!"

Ferguson nodded approvingly.

They are all old people who have followed him for many years, and many times they don't need to speak, and often they can understand with just one look.

Such an assistant is very convenient to use.

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almost at the same time.

Wenger is sitting in the living room at home, also watching the live broadcast of this FA Cup game.

He also noticed Chamberlain.

Wenger had noticed Oxlade-Chamberlain as early as Southampton's game against Arsenal.

It's just that Chamberlain was young at the time, and he was not famous, so Wenger didn't want to touch him for the time being.

But according to the current situation, Chamberlain's performance should have attracted a lot of attention.

If you want to start, you have to take advantage of it now!

"Steve!" Wenger immediately picked up his phone and called Arsenal's chief scout Steve Lawley.

"Boss." Steve Lawley on the phone was also watching the FA Cup.

As soon as Wenger called, he guessed it and laughed.

"Want me to investigate Chamberlain?"

"Well, by the way, let's take a look at the central defender named Varane. It's not bad."

It is quite difficult to win the praise of Wenger, which is quite good.

According to the hype of the outside media, this can be regarded as a genius level.

"Understood." Steve Lawley agreed on the spot.

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At this moment, the whole of England, and even the entire European football world, do not know how many team scouts and managers are watching this FA Cup match, and do not know how many people because of this game, Start paying attention to a certain player in the Southampton squad.

All those who are in St Mary's are unaware of what's going on outside.

Yang Huan felt like he was in a vast ocean.

A tsunami-like wave of fans swept across the St. Mary's Stadium.

The feeling of being unable to control himself, the deafening shock, the excitement that the soul seemed to be detached from the body and merged into this ecstatic agitation made him feel an unprecedented excitement.

An unprecedented ambition, an unprecedented **, flooded into his heart.

"Win the championship!" Yang Huan couldn't help shouting out.

"what?"

Terry Matthews and Carol Connie who were beside him, as well as Charlene Laheri in front, couldn't hear clearly.

Maybe they heard it clearly, but just couldn't believe it.

"I said..." Yang Huan still looked very excited, "...We can win the championship!"

All three were dumbfounded!

A League One team looking to win the FA Cup?

how can that be?

This is absolutely impossible!

"Stop joking, Mr. Yang Huan!" Carol Connie laughed.

She felt that Yang Huan was joking.

"No!" Yang Huan looked firmly at the bottom of the court and shook his head vigorously, "I'm not joking, I'm serious!"

This time everyone was stunned.

No joke? seriously?

Really want to win?

If a League One team really wants to win the FA Cup, then all Premier League teams should be ashamed to commit suicide!

If Southampton really made such an earth-shattering upset, the entire English football world would go crazy!

"We can take out Arsenal, we can take out Chelsea, why can't we win the title?"

Yang Huan shouted out his doubts forcefully.

yeah why?

Looking at other FA Cup games, Liverpool were eliminated early, Arsenal were eliminated by Southampton, and now, even Chelsea have fallen at the feet of Southampton.

Who is left?

Really can be regarded as a strong team, only Manchester United and Manchester City are left.

The FA Cup is a tiebreaker. Who dares to say that Southampton has no chance?

Who can say that a team with the strength to beat Arsenal and Chelsea has no chance of winning the title?

"You...really?" Terry Matthews couldn't believe it.

This idea, this idea is crazy!

Anyone who is a little sensible will not believe it!

"I'm serious!" Yang Huan nodded firmly.

In his opinion, the world itself is crazy, and even things like transmigration can appear, what else is impossible?

All the things in this world, only you can't think of, only you can't think or do, and you can't do it without you!

Charlene Laheri looked at Yang Huan, who had a serious face and no joke at all, and then looked at Carol Connie and Terry Matthews, who were stunned, and she laughed.

This is the Yang Huan she knew!

Crazy?

Yeah, he's a crazy person, otherwise who would do so many crazy things?

But he doesn't just have crazy ideas, he's willing to work hard for crazy ideas.

"I support you!" Charlene Laheri said with a ghostly smile.

Carol Connie and Terry Mathewston looked at Charlene Laheri again.

Instead, Yang Huan burst out laughing.

At this moment, he returned to his normal state of grinning.

"There are less than five minutes left, Miss Laheri, according to our bet, if we win, I will suffer a little, and let you kiss me!"

When Charlene Laheri heard this, her face flushed red, and she had the urge to beat him up.

Especially when she saw the eyes of Carol Connie and Terry Matthews full of ambiguous and enlightened eyes, she really had the urge to collapse.

This time I really jumped into the Thames and couldn't wash it!

Such a secret thing, this guy said it in such an unsecret way, isn't this deliberately causing others to misunderstand?

As the referee blew his whistle, the game officially came to an end.

The entire St. Mary's Stadium immediately boiled.

All the staff and coaching staff swarmed into the stadium, surrounding the players.

All the fans stood up in unison to give the players and coaches the warmest applause.

"Let's congratulate Southampton and all Saints fans."

"They did an astounding miracle in their own home!"

"Two to zero, who would have thought that the result of the game would turn out to be such a big upset?"

"Perhaps from now on, we should all re-acquaint ourselves with this League One team. After beating Arsenal, many people said it was by chance and luck, but now, they have beaten their strong rival Chelsea again, which is still by chance. Or luck?"

The TV narrator's question obviously no longer needs an answer.

If by chance and luck, we can beat Arsenal and Chelsea in a row, then who believes?

"Beating Chelsea, Southampton took the lead in reaching the quarter-finals of the FA Cup, and the other two FA Cup games held tonight have also ended. The teams in the quarter-finals are Manchester City and West Ham United."

"Although other games have not yet started, we can already make a judgment that Southampton is the only non-Premier League team left in the quarter-finals, which is also very exciting. How far can the best team go on the road to the dark horse?"

The question of the TV commentator is believed to be the question of all fans.

Just this question, there is no answer yet.

Because the FA Cup quarter-finals knockout game will be played in March.

Yang Huan is also not interested in thinking about this issue. The first thing he wants to do now is to go to the locker room, praise this group of powerful players, praise their outstanding performance, and give out bonuses on the spot.

Of course, Southampton has been watched by the FA at present, and the bonus can only be paid according to the highest level, that is, the FA Cup bonus standard of the Premier League team, otherwise it will be too much, and the two old foxes of Arsenal and Manchester United will again To make irresponsible remarks.

After that, of course, I have to go to Abramovich and take good care of the Russian.

There is a saying that goes well, rich and noble do not return home, such as brocade clothing at night.

I finally won the game, and it would be a pity if I didn't show off in front of Abramovich.

As for worrying about losing in the future?

When I meet Chelsea again, it will happen at the end of next year as soon as possible. What are you worrying about?

Oh yes, there is one more important thing.

"Hey, Charlene!" Yang Huan called out Charlene Laheri who was about to leave her seat.

"What's the matter?" The blonde beauty was still sulking.

This guy is always annoying.

But it was strange, but the anger disappeared after a while, and when I saw him again, I couldn't get angry.

"I want to ask you for help with something, let's have dinner at Wangjiang Pavilion."

At the end, Yang Huan added with a smile, "You can have candlelight dinner if you want!"

"Eat your big head!" Charlene Laheri really wanted to hit him.

But Yang Huan had already run away. ()