Chapter 248 Play Chelsea, Let Me Go!

"Do you know who is coming today?"

In the waiting hall of Heathrow Airport, a group of familiar reporters gathered together and chatted.

There's still half an hour left, it's still early, chat and kill time.

Most people shook their heads, only the reporter from The Sun nodded.

"I checked and a plane from Spain landed at Heathrow at 9:25 this morning."

Now the eyes of everyone looking at the Sun reporter are very different.

It seems that even if it is paparazzi, smart people still take advantage.

"Spain? Is it Xavi Martinez?"

"It must be, hasn't the Spanish media reported it before?"

There are no impervious walls in this world.

Even more so in the transfer market.

Since the end of last season, the entire transfer market has been hyped up with all kinds of transfer rumours.

The media is also eager to spread some of this kind of news to promote sales.

So, sometimes, it's hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake.

"Is this Harvey Martinez really that strong?" a reporter asked curiously.

"who knows?"

"I heard that Barcelona and Real Madrid also think he is good. He has just been the captain and led Spain's U21 to win the championship in Denmark. Well, his performance is indeed quite good. He is a defensive midfielder, and his ability to hold and play the ball is also good."

"It seems quite in line with the outside world's positioning of Southampton's midfield flaws."

A football squad is like a jigsaw puzzle, and the players are one piece of the puzzle.

Southampton's lack of a late midfielder was the consensus last season.

Today, the introduction of Harvey Martinez will undoubtedly fill this vacancy.

Athletic Bilbao's midfield is not necessarily very strong,

But one is young, and the other is that he is a Spain international.

This year, the Spanish international has the same bonus attribute halo as the English local household registration book.

"It seems that Southampton is really planning to have a big game in the new season!"

"Who said no?"

"However, this team is making too much money. So far, it has sold about 75 million pounds. Adidas sponsorship is 30 million pounds, plus Heineken, Kellon. The sponsorship of the family is amazing."

"I heard news before that they were going to recruit members."

"Member? What member?"

"One thousand core saint members."

"Just a thousand people?"

"Yes, not much, not much, exactly one thousand."

"Wow, isn't that crazy?"

Who does not know that Southampton is developing the most in the whole of England?

Especially in the eyes of the younger generation, supporting Manchester United, Arsenal, Liverpool, Chelsea, etc., are considered Ott.

If young people don't support Southampton now, they can't keep up with the times.

"probably not."

"why?"

Everyone suddenly looked over curiously.

The speaker was a reporter from the Southern Echo Daily, who obviously enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by peers and questioning him.

"I also heard that although there are only a thousand members in Southampton, the membership fee is very staggering, as high as 100,000 pounds."

"what?"

"One hundred thousand pounds?"

"Stupid!"

"how is this possible!"

Almost everyone expressed surprise in unison, then shook their heads.

"Do you know how much a Manchester United membership costs?"

"Thirty-two pounds!"

"Do you know how much the memberships of Real Madrid and Barcelona cost?"

"One hundred and fifty euros and one hundred and thirty-seven euros!"

"Southampton wants to recruit members. Everyone understands that, but the membership fee is as high as 100,000 pounds. This is already the annual fee for the most senior box at Arsenal's Emirates Stadium. Who is so stupid to join Southampton as a member?"

"That's right, no matter how stupid people are and have more money, there's no such stupid way."

"As far as I can see, the rich second generation in Southampton is not bad, and he feels that people all over the world are like him, and they are not bad."

"I dare say no one will give you a £100,000 membership fee!"

"That's right, whoever gives it is an idiot!"

The little reporter from the Southern Echo Daily had a wry smile on his face, that is to say, he was talking about some gossip he had inquired about.

"However, I heard that Prince William and his wife seem to be joining the club."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised again.

"what?"

"how is this possible?"

"Do they have the money to join the club?"

Everyone, you said something, almost everyone doubted it.

But there is no denying that they were all surprised.

Amazing membership fee, a thousand limit, plus Prince William and his wife, this gimmick is fierce enough!

From the point of view of journalists, not hyping up hype is really a negative work ethic.

Just at this time, I don't know who it is, shouted in the waiting hall.

"Look, people are coming out!"

For a time, the fans and reporters in the entire waiting hall were in a mess like ant nests that had been stabbed away.

Everyone rushed to the gate in unison.

Soon, I saw that the tall Harvey Martinez, accompanied by his agent and brother, slowly walked out of the airport gate, and as soon as they appeared, the entire waiting hall was fried.

"Harvey, look here!"

"Harvey Martinez, look here, I'm from The Times!"

"I'm from the TV station, can you accept our interview?"

"Can you tell me why you chose to join Southampton?"

"I want to ask, how much did Southampton give you to choose to play in the Championship?"

"Tell me, do you see a future at Southampton?"

The reporters rushed up, and the fans who were waiting around were also squeezed and immediately resisted.

The entire airport gate was in chaos.

The three of Harvey Martinez were obviously stunned.

Crazy?

I joined Southampton, not a big club.

These reporters, and these fans, why are they so crazy?

Looking at the agent and brother next to him, doubts were projected in Harvey Martinez's eyes.

Are you sure, I joined the Championship team?

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"TV's noon news report."

"At 9.25 this morning, Spain international Xavi Martinez arrived at Heathrow Airport. He will go to Southampton to join the traditional powerhouse Saints Southampton."

"At that time, thousands of fans gathered at Heathrow Airport, as well as more than 100 reporters who came from afar. There was a commotion at the scene. In the end, the airport security had to be dispatched in groups, which barely maintained order at the scene."

"Next, let's take a look at the pictures taken by our reporter from the scene!"

In the box of Wangjiang Pavilion Chinese restaurant in Harrods shopping mall in London, Yang Huan watched TV news on TV with gusto.

Sitting across from him are Chelsea's main center, Didier Drogba, and his agent Cedi.

Drogba and the two were also taken aback by the chaotic scene on TV.

Could it be that Southampton really has such influence and appeal?

How can so many fans and reporters run to the scene to pick up the plane?

I believe that if they knew that Southampton did not deliberately organize it at all, and everything was just because of the words of the young master Huan in front of them, they would definitely be more shocked.

However, the initiator of the whole thing, our Mr. Yang Huan, has no consciousness of the perpetrator.

Looking at Drogba in front of him with interest, he smiled faintly.

"I heard that you are not willing to join us in Southampton?" Yang Huan asked.

Drogba and Cedi looked at each other and didn't speak, it was a tacit agreement.

Even if they have agreed to join, they are somewhat unhappy in their hearts.

"You're afraid!" Yang Huan said firmly.

This is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

"I'm afraid?" Drogba is the question.

"I can understand that at the age of 33, my career is going downhill. It is inevitable that I have to worry about gains and losses. I don't want to lose everything I have now. I can understand this."

Drogba was silent, he didn't know what to say.

I always thought he was right.

But everyone is like that, isn't it?

Even Drogba, who claims to be the world's number one center, is not an ordinary person?

"I know you are very unwilling. If you want to join a Championship team, you have to compete with Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who is also a top center, for a main position, but you can't do it."

Yang Huan was still smiling, very relaxed.

It's not him who is sad, of course it's easy.

Drogba had no idea what Yang Huan was going to say, or what Yang Huan wanted to do.

But listening to these words, he was a little angry.

Isn't this which pot can't be opened and lifted?

Exposing people's scars is fun, right?

But seeing his eyes, Yang Huan laughed.

"It's this kind of look, yes, the monster Drogba I know has this kind of look!"

Drogba was stunned, completely confused.

Did this guy deliberately provoke him?

"Why don't you just do this!" Yang Huan clapped his hands hard and said with a smile, "I'll give you a chance, and I'll make your wish come true. Say, what do you want?"

After a pause, Yang Huan added, "Even if you ask me to let you transfer freely, I can agree, I promise a thousand dollars!"

Drogba and agent Cedi are stupid.

Even if it's a free transfer?

real or fake?

Looking at this handsome, grinning, harmless-looking guy in front of him, he didn't seem to take Drogba seriously at all.

In this moment, Drogba really has a feeling.

He is like a plaything in Yang Huan's hands, a plaything that can be thrown away anytime, anywhere.

This feeling makes him angry because he has his own dignity.

But also very helpless, because it is very realistic, although it is cruel.

He had a kind of, or else, the kind of urge I asked.

But soon his work ethic overwhelmed the tempting idea.

Because he can't get past this.

Now that he has agreed to join Southampton, what is he if he thinks of transferring and leaving in a blink of an eye?

Others can treat him as a plaything, but he can't look down on himself like that.

Going now, and going a year from now, that's totally different.

"Really agree?" Drogba also asked in a deep voice.

Yang Huan nodded without hesitation, "That's right!"

Drogba would like to say, just give me the main force and let me prove my strength.

But he quickly suppressed the thought again.

Because of the mention of it, he would obviously feel like he was useless.

Is it because Ibrahimovic can't compete for this kind of wish?

After thinking a lot, he finally made a decision.

"In other games, I will rely on my own efforts to compete for the main position, but for Chelsea, you have to let me play!"

Mention Chelsea, Drogba's eyes flashed monstrous anger.

Abramovich regarded him as an abandoned son, but he had to do everything possible to prove his strength and his worth in front of Abramovich.

For a professional player, there is no better way to prove himself than by beating Chelsea in the professional game.

"Although I'm not the head coach, I can promise you on behalf of Bielsa!"

After Yang Huan finished speaking with a serious face, he diluted the serious atmosphere with a burst of laughter.

He clapped his hands and looked at Drogba with ease.

"Look, we'll have a common language soon!"

Drogba also saw the means of this young master Huan.

Perhaps, in the eyes of Young Master Huan, he is still nothing, so Young Master Huan can satisfy any of his wishes without caring, and even let him transfer freely.

But in any case, at least he felt a sense of respect.

At least, he respects his own opinions and choices!

"Your wish is to beat Chelsea and prove your worth."

"My wish is to defeat all the giants and prove the value of our great saints!"

"In a way, our desires are the same!"

Having said that, Yang Huan smiled and raised a goblet with Kailong family red wine.

"Come, let's have a toast to our common desire!"

Drogba and agent Cedi immediately raised their glasses.

Clang, it's done! ()