Chapter 152 Embarrassed

St Mary's Stadium stand.

"Pini." Abramovich gave a cold face, afraid that he could scrape off a thick layer of frost.

Pini Zahavi knew that he was in a bad mood, and he didn't dare to be careless. He waited cautiously, and when he heard his name called, he immediately leaned up, "Roman."

"I'll go first!" Abramovich said in a deep voice.

Walk?

Pini Zahavi's mind turned quickly and he thought of it immediately.

Abramovich was afraid that Yang Huan would come to him, and he would feel even more ashamed at that time.

Therefore, just after the game ended, he immediately wanted to run away.

"Okay." Pini Zahavi nodded, "You go down the stairs, I'll drive to the parking lot outside, and we'll wait at the door."

"No!" Abramović stopped him. "You stay!"

Pini Zahavi was taken aback for a moment, but he understood immediately.

As the so-called willingness to admit defeat, with Abramovich's identity and status, he can't do the kind of thing that would run away after losing a bet.

"Then...what if he asked?"

Abramović's eyes flashed with anger, but he said with a look of disdain: "How do you say it? I'm willing to accept the bet and see which two players he wants, just give it to him, you can make up your mind on this matter!"

Ron Gurley on the side looked a little unnatural.

Why listen, in the boss's mouth, this group of players in the team seems to be a gift that he can give away?

In the eyes of these capital bosses, are professional players really so worthless?

"This time let him win by luck, and he will not be so lucky next time!"

After speaking, Abramović snorted coldly, waved his hand, and left with thirty bodyguards in black.

In order to avoid the attention of the media and reporters, the Russians specially chose the most remote corner exit, which has a feeling of fleeing.

fortunately,

Until he got into the luxury car, it did not attract the attention of reporters.

This also made him heave a sigh of relief while sitting in the car.

Damn, if he is photographed by a reporter, he will definitely write a feature in the newspaper tomorrow, then his face will be embarrassed even more.

"Drive!" he urged the driver in front.

Thinking of running away from this place right now.

But when Abramović turned his head to urge the driver, a dazzling light suddenly flashed beside him.

This made him startle, and when he turned his head to look, he found that there were at least a dozen reporters standing outside the car, all of them holding long-lensed cameras at his car.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Abramović was furious.

Where did this bunch of damn journalists come from? How did you find him?

He completely forgot that his ostentation, thirty black bodyguards, can escape the eyes of these caring people?

Watching Abramović and his bodyguards speeding away in dismay, the group of reporters behind burst into laughter.

"It's great, I took a photo of his face, let's see what else he has to say."

"This Russian is really stupid enough to actually go through the most remote door."

"He must have thought that we didn't expect that, with his IQ, how could he have guessed that we would be ambushing here?"

"Haha, he just went the wrong way and gave us the best material. The newspaper will be hot tomorrow!"

"Hey, isn't that a reporter from the Daily Mail?" A sharp-eyed reporter recognized a person from the crowd.

"Yes……"

"Holy shit, aren't you pro-Chelsea? Even you're here to film Abramovich's embarrassment?"

"No way? Even the Daily Mail reporters are here?"

"It's not going to be undercover, is it?"

"Like? It's probably the same as us. Sales are king these days. Who kisses who?"

"That's right, Abramovich is going to be embarrassed this time."

"Hey, let's just, we will send the report at the same time tomorrow to create a little effect, so that we can hype it up for several days."

"That's a good idea, I agree!"

"I agree!"

"We all agree!"

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"We all agree!!"

In the home team's dressing room at St Mary's Stadium, Southampton's players were also shouting loudly.

Just now, Yang Huan came to the locker room to visit them and was full of praise for their performance in this game.

And ask them if they should adjust their team's strategy to target the FA Cup.

As a result, as soon as he said it, all the players agreed in unison!

It can be seen that after this battle, everyone is confident and ambitious.

"Wow, you all agree?"

The players nodded in unison, "Yeah!"

"No one objected?"

The players shook their heads in unison.

At this time, whoever opposes will be beaten, and only fools will oppose!

"It seems that I can't keep my two million pounds in prize money!" Yang Huan said with a laugh.

When the players heard it, they cheered again.

"Two million pounds?"

"Master Huan, did I hear it right?"

"Is there really a £2m bonus to win the FA Cup?"

Yang Huan smiled and stretched out his hand to signal the players to be quiet. After everyone was quiet, he continued.

"Yes, I talked to Nicola Cortes, we didn't claim the FA Cup prize money. Who would have guessed at the beginning of the season that we had a chance to win the title?"

Yang Huan's words made everyone present nodded in unison.

"So, this time I have decided that if the team wins the championship, the FA Cup bonus will be awarded to the players in full, which is about two million pounds. Anyway, the club will not ask for a penny, it will all be awarded to you and the coach. Group!"

When the players heard it, it was frying.

"Fantastic, two million pounds!"

"Yeah, I heard that neither Arsenal nor Manchester United won the league championship with such a high prize money!"

"My God, Master Huan is really a big hand!"

"I didn't say it, for the two million pounds bonus, for the young master Huan, for our Southampton, in a word, we fought!"

"Yes, it's the man's, I'll go all out and fight!"

"It's all done!!"

Seeing that the players were so excited, Yang Huan was also very satisfied with the effect.

Just blindly spiritual motivation is ineffective, it is better for people to get realistic.

"Everyone, take a shower and change clothes, let's have supper at Wangjiang Pavilion!"

"Okay!" The players responded in unison.

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Charlene Laheri was standing in the office at St. Mary's Stadium, and she could vaguely hear the sound coming from the passage. The response from the locker room made her feel amused.

Don't look at that guy's nonsense, but he's actually quite charismatic.

At least this group of Southampton players will take him.

Some people say that it is the role of money, after all, no one does not love money these days.

But the problem is, she has a feeling that even if there is no temptation of money now, this group of players are still willing to work hard for him.

She was still thinking, when she saw Pini Zahavi, who was smiling with a wide mouth, walked in.

"Hello, Miss Laheri!"

They are all in the football circle. Who doesn't know Charlene Laheri, the now popular English football goddess?

"Hello, Mr. Zahavi!" Charlene stretched out her hand and released it with a light grip.

Pini Zahavi looked at his hands reluctantly, as if there was still the pink and greasy feeling in his fingers when he held those delicate and slender hands just now, which always made people feel a little unfulfilled.

This woman is such a charming stunner!

Even if it's just hands, it's so moving!

"This game was very exciting, wasn't it?" Pini Zahavi laughed and looked for a topic.

When a man meets a beautiful woman, he can't help but want to strike up a conversation.

It's man's nature.

Charlene Laheri didn't like this shrewd-looking man, so she hummed and didn't speak.

"Southampton played very well, Chelsea played well too, it's a shame to lose."

"Well." Charlene Laheri still didn't move.

Pini Zahavi laughed embarrassedly, "Those underground bookmakers in London are in bad luck. They were all optimistic about Chelsea before the game, and the result..."

Although the United Kingdom has legalized football gambling and there are local gambling groups like William Hill, there are also some underground bookmakers, and usually these underground bookmakers have a certain relationship with the underworld.

Charlene Laheri noticed when Pini Zahavi said so.

"A big bet?" she asked.

Rarely found a topic that a beauty is interested in, Pini Zahavi immediately took out his private life with a smile.

"I was on the phone with my friends in London before the game. One of the biggest underground bookmakers was afraid that I would lose tens of millions of pounds. If I add the previous game against Arsenal, I am afraid that I will lose even more."

Speaking of this, Pini Zahavi sighed, "It's all due to lack of greed!"

Generally speaking, the odds offered by the underground bookmakers are based on the odds given by a big consortium like William Hill.

In theory, they can't lose money, or even make a steady profit.

The blame lies in the lack of greed, always wanting to earn more, so he eats it himself, or gambles privately.

In this way, when the odds are high, and an upset occurs, you often lose miserably.

"Southampton is really the nemesis of this bunch of underground bookmakers!" Pini Zahavi said jokingly.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Charlene Laheri paid attention.

At this time, Yang Huan took Long Wu, accompanied by Nicola Cortes and Sun Yue, out of the player tunnel and into the office.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Pini Zahavi, and Yang Huan immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Pini, where's Abramovich?" He was now thinking about showing off his power.

Although it is a pejorative term, it depends on who the target is.

If you can get down on Abramovich, who ranks high in the Forbes rich list, it is not only a derogatory term, but a compliment.

At least Yang Huan thinks so.

Pini Zahavi immediately smiled bitterly, "Master Huan, he... let's go first!"

"Let's go?"

"Yeah, as soon as the game was over, he left, saying there was something wrong!"

Knowing that this was an excuse, Yang Huan curled his lips, but he didn't feel sorry, but he just missed an opportunity to hit his opponent.

"Damn, he really has no manners. He doesn't even see a person when he loses the game. He goes to someone else's house as a guest and says goodbye to the host's family before leaving. This is the most basic courtesy, doesn't he understand?"

Everyone in the room wanted to laugh.

Everyone knows that if this young master Huan hadn't won the game, he would have been waiting eagerly for Abramovich to say goodbye?

Isn't it just to get down and hit the opponent?

Do you need to be so righteous and awe-inspiring?

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about that rude barbarian!"

Yang Huan's words made many people in the room find it funny.

In the eyes of many European developed countries, the oligarchs from Russia are not barbarians?

Even when Russia was at its peak in history, they were still barbarians in the eyes of Europeans.

Even in the Russian royal palace at the time, you were embarrassed to say hello if you didn't know a few words of French.

"Yeah, Master Huan!" Pini Zahavi wanted to stop talking about Abramovich.

Both sides are big customers, and it is not appropriate to say good things about anyone. It is best not to talk about it, and neither side will be offended.

"Didn't I tell you just now? I just received a scouting report today. There are several outstanding young players. I know that Southampton is interested in young rookies recently. Do you see?"

Having said that, Pini Zahavi is about to hand over a document in his hand.

Yang Huan stretched out his hand and patted it, but didn't answer.

"Pini, let's not talk about this kind of thing, let's go, I'll invite you to dinner and celebrate the victory first!"

Having said that, Pini Zahavi could not help but be willing or not, Yang Huan greeted everyone and went outside.

While walking and calling, I invited friends such as Kesh Harris to come over.

Also let Nicola Cortez invite Terry Matthews, who has not left yet, to come too.

The more he looked at this Terry? Matthews, the more pleasing to the eye, who let people be Southampton fans? ()