Chapter 65 Advance, Saints!

"You Southampton have been in the limelight recently. Bielsa is a very good head coach. The current predicament is only temporary. I believe it will be out soon. By then, Southampton will be a blockbuster!"

Howard? Wilkinson is full of confidence in Southampton.

With the current Southampton lineup, let alone in the League One, even in the Championship, they are still the undisputed strongest kings. Coupled with Bielsa's coaching ability, this Southampton team is the best. If Ampton is not strong, it is really unreasonable.

Yang Huan sat beside him, crossed Erlang's legs, and laughed, "It's hard to say something like a football match, winning or losing is unknown. Who would dare to say that he will win?"

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

Others don't say anything, just £500,000 from John Hunter.

Maybe in the eyes of the rich, this money is nothing, but for many white-collar workers in London, their annual salary is only 300,000 to 40,000 pounds, and they have to deduct taxes, so for them, 500,000 pounds, It is the result of years of hard work and no food or drink.

"Is it a big deal?" Yang Huan shook his head and laughed, "I hope they gamble more."

"So confident?" Wilkinson was a little surprised.

Yang Huan nodded, "We have to send our main force to this game. If we lose, everyone has to walk back to Southampton!"

Wilkinson was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed. Southampton, who made the most of the main force, had a certain chance of winning.

Just as Yang Huan was talking to Wilkinson, Zhang Ning finally finished all the things that Yang Huan explained. In the eyes of a group of men, he walked to the seat beside Yang Huan and sat down.

"It's all done." Zhang Ning said in a low voice, "A total of 1.65 million pounds was charged."

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

Counting down to about 20 million yuan, not much, but not a lot.

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

The bet is on goal difference, that is to say, if Southampton draws and loses one goal, Yang Huan has to lose 1.65 million pounds, but if Southampton loses two goals, Yang Huan has to lose 333. £100,000, and so on.

Although it is unlikely that Southampton will collapse, it is a fact that Southampton has been in poor state recently.

"Risk and opportunity are the same. No matter how big the risk is, there is how big the opportunity is. I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?" Yang Huan smiled and looked at Zhang Ning. This girl looked frightened and pitiful. Don't have a charming style.

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 loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening.

What Yang Huan wants is longevity, not one 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 big gamble between Yang Huan and Liu Mingwei made her very impressed with Yang Huan for the first time, especially his confidence. Even now, she still remembers it fresh.

A month has passed.

For some people,

A month seems short and fleeting.

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

Because in this month, she has done a lot of things that she has never done in her life, or even dared to think about it.

For example, she drove a Lamborghini in the most prosperous downtown area of ​​Longhai City, without crashing and scratching.

Also, she was taken care of by a rich second generation from a former top student.

More importantly, she was resisting helplessly from the beginning, and gradually developed dependence and feelings for Yang Huan.

She doesn't know how long her psychological defense line can last?

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

"Sun Yue!" Yang Huan pushed his hands behind him.

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

"The players have warmed up and returned to the locker room. You go and tell them that this game must be won for me. I will withdraw the reward I arranged before and replace it with a new one. Just give half a million pounds to reward everyone!"

"500,000 pounds?" Sun Yue was taken aback by Yang Huan's generosity.

"Go!" Yang Huan waved his hand.

Sun Yue immediately packed up his excitement and quickly left the podium.

I was thinking to myself, why the hell am I not a professional player?

Half a million pounds a ball!

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The home team locker room at Valley Field.

Bradley Wright Phillips was stopped outside the locker room door.

He recognized that this man was a rich second generation in London who had been hanging out with a man named John Hunter.

"Master John asked me to inform you that you will try your best to score goals in the game. For each goal, Master John will reward you with 10,000 pounds in private!" The dog-legged man said with a smile.

In fact, John Hunter said it was 20,000, but he intercepted 10,000 in the middle, which was considered a cut.

"Ten thousand pounds?" said Bradley Wright Phillips, startled.

He doesn't even get that much a month's salary.

"Yes, it will be cashed after the game, so you have to be more attentive in the game and score more goals. If you can score a few more, don't be soft-hearted. Maybe Master John will give you more bonuses when 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 have decided on them!"

"Okay, with your words, Master John and I will be relieved!" After speaking, he turned around and left.

Bradley Wright Phillips sighed heavily. He is a Manchester City player and the younger brother of former England international right winger Wright Phillips. Although they are brothers, one is an international player and the other has been around for a long time. In the lower leagues, the situation is very different.

Now, Bradley Wright Phillips wants to score more goals in 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. ball.

"Southampton? You're dead!"

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Valley Court visiting team locker room.

Luis Borini stood in the middle of the locker room, his eyes swept over every player like a torch.

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

Usually the team encourages the players to be in charge of Luis Borini, and Bielsa concentrates on the tactical level.

"Master Huan just had someone come to inform him."

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 that possible? Young Master Huan is not such a person!"

"Yes, Young Master Huan has always kept his word, saying that one is one, how could he cancel the reward that he promised before?"

"Is something wrong?"

As soon as Luis Borini finished speaking, everyone was surprised.

The old Argentine raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"You heard it right, Master Huan said that the previous reward was cancelled, and he made a new reward."

It was only then that everyone realized that they held their curiosity and looked at Luis Borini with attention.

"In this game, we not only want to win, but also win beautifully and win a big victory, so Master Huan's reward is based on goal difference. Every time we score more than Charlton, Master Huan will reward us. Half a million pounds!"

"Wow!!!"

The entire locker room was in a frenzy!

Half a million pounds?

Everyone looked at Luis Borini in astonishment.

is this real?

Is one more goal difference really worth £500,000 more?

My God, the world is going crazy!

Even Ibrahimovic's annual salary of 12 million euros and a reward of 500,000 pounds are full of temptation for him, because after conversion, he can at least get 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. GBP.

"We have all seen that the current situation of the team is not good, there is a lot of doubts about Southampton outside, and the club is under enormous pressure from top to bottom. Master Huan has made up his mind to break this pressure at all costs. 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 ask yourself, when you come to Southampton, how will the team treat you? How will Master Huan treat you?"

All are contemplating.

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

"We all have feelings, even if it's a profession, but we all have to show our professional ethics. Do we use practical actions and performances to repay the club and Young Master Huan for this kindness to us? "

"Not to mention that there is a huge reward of up to half a million pounds for a ball, even if it is not, we must do our best to kill Charlton, and the outside world will doubt us!"

"Because, we are saints, Southampton!"

As Luis Borini said the end, with a somewhat hoarse voice, the emotions of everyone in the entire locker room were aroused, and everyone was infected by his voice and feelings.

"We are Southampton!"

"Kill Charlton!"

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

With a rousing drumbeat, one side of the Valley Stadium was occupied by red and white Southampton fans.

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

"Oh when the Saints..."

Harry stood in front of the seat aisle, accompanied by thumping drums, and sang the first line of the Southampton team song loudly, with his hands raised above his head, waving vigorously, instructing all the four thousand who came to the away game. The singing of many Saints fans.

"Gomarchingin..." Someone started singing loudly along with Harry.

More and more people began to open their voices and sang the team song loudly.

"Oh when the Saints gomarchingin."

"Iwanttobeinthatnumber!"

In the end, the singing of more than 4,000 Southampton fans came together to form an incomparably spectacular chorus.

This song is adapted from an old song and is called "Forward, Saints!" by Southampton fans. 】's team song, the lyrics are just a few lines, back and forth, and keep repeating, but the melody of the whole song is very brisk, the rhythm is very strong, accompanied by the rumbling of drums, plus everyone's concerted efforts to form A very strong momentum.

This momentum was like a flash flood, pouring down from the stands of the Valley Stadium and sweeping the entire green field.

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

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

The two watched Charlton's defense and discussed what to do after the fight began.

The referee is 47-year-old Andrew De Urso, who has been blowing low-level league games all the time. At this moment, he is standing in the middle circle like a big enemy, and he holds the silver whistle in his mouth. .

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

With a crisp whistle, in the tense mood of countless people in the stands, in the singing of Southampton fans...

The game is officially on!