Chapter 942 1 Everything Is Under Control!

The scorching sun scorched the surface of the Persian Gulf unscrupulously.

A yacht is moored on the sea about ten nautical miles east of Crescent Bay, rising and falling with the sea.

The captain is a middle-aged man in his 40s. He is from the Arab region of the Middle East. He has been running on the sea for many years and is very tanned, but he always has a smile on his face, giving people a kind of Very friendly feeling.

On the fishing deck of the yacht, a beach chair was placed under the sunshade, and at this time, a fat man was lying on the chair.

He was wearing short beach shorts, a baggy T-shirt, and a peaked cap covering his face, as if he was sleeping.

There was a fishing rod in front of the beach chair, and the hook had already been put down, shaking it from time to time, but the fat man didn't move, as if he wasn't fishing at all, but came to sleep lazily.

Every time he heard the movement, the captain of the Middle East opened his mouth, and finally held back.

He has been with the fat man for almost two weeks, and he does this every day, sometimes all day when he is out at sea.

The catch in the surrounding area is very rich, and it is easy to catch fish, but he is very strange, he releases the small ones, and takes the big ones home.

Interestingly, he was able to catch a big one every day, and every time he caught one, he laughed happily for a long time, and then he patted his buttocks and shouted to go back as if he had completed the task.

The middle-aged captain didn't know his name, nor did he know where he came from. He just vaguely heard his boss say that he was a famous football coach in Europe. Very important.

But he was very strange, are all famous people so weird?

So much so that now, every time the middle-aged captain sends him somewhere, he simply ignores him. He squats in the cockpit by himself, secretly chatting with his family members on WeChat, and only when he occasionally hears something, he pops his head up to look at it. .

After all, he was also worried that if the fat man accidentally fell asleep and fell into the sea, he would be in trouble.

Just when the middle-aged captain raised his head, looked at the scorching sun, couldn't help but yawned, and was thinking about whether to sleep himself, when the fishing rod clanged again It rang.

"Oh, another fish has taken the bait so soon?"

The fat man lying on the beach chair heard the movement and sat up,

It seemed that he was very dissatisfied when a fish took the bait.

He stood up, stretched his waist, and exposed his face in the sunlight.

Anyone who is familiar with European football will be able to recognize him at a glance.

Carlo Ancelotti!

He just got out of class from Real Madrid half a month ago, and then disappeared in European football. No one knows where he went.

But in the past few days, football journalists from all over Europe and even the world have been digging deep to find him.

Well, there is no other reason, because Southampton announced three days ago that he will officially become the new coach of the Saints!

But if there are fans on the sea at this time, they will definitely be surprised, because they will find that Ancelotti, the famous coach in the eyes of the world, is clumsily pulling the fishing rod at this time, and his mouth is still full of surprise.

"Wow, it looks like it's not too young. I have something to eat tonight. Hey, should I steam it? Or braise it in braise? Well, it should be stewed with the fish head, it must be delicious!"

This is just like a standard foodie!

Ancelotti grabbed the fishing rod vigorously. The fish that took the bait was really very vigorous.

"Hey, the more energetic you are, the more enjoyable it is to eat!"

Ancelotti smiled on his chubby face, but slowly tightened the fishing rod round and round in his hand.

The whole fishing rod was pulled as if it was about to break, but the quality is indeed good.

Not long after, I saw a fresh, jumping perch being pulled out of the sea.

"Wow, it's so big!" The middle-aged captain was shocked when he saw it.

Ancelotti turned his head and smiled, "You don't need to come over to help, this fish is mine, so I have something to eat tonight."

After finishing speaking, the fat man muttered to himself, "The fish head is stewed in soup, half of the fish body is steamed and half is braised in brown sauce. Let's have a whole fish feast, great!"

The middle-aged captain pouted, did I say that I would help?

But his mouth was blinking, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it. I don't know how good this fat man's cooking skills are?

After tossing for a while, a perch finally boarded the boat.

Although it has left the water, it is still alive and kicking.

Ancelotti was not in a hurry, he watched slowly, waiting for it with a smile, and gradually lost his strength.

That fish is probably getting bored too, Nimei, let me eat it for you, anyway, if it falls into your hands, I will resign to my fate, Master Yu!

Seeing that the fish stopped tossing around, Ancelotti chuckled, "That's so good!"

With that said, he unhooked it and put it in a bag. Weighing it, it weighed a full five kilograms.

No wonder it's so exciting!

"Master, go home!" Ancelotti shouted with a smile.

The middle-aged captain is also used to it. Anyway, this guy does this every day, but he caught a big fish today.

Started the yacht and slowly sailed towards Crescent Bay.

The fat man was in a good mood, and even hummed a song at the bow of the boat.

Crescent Bay is a small crescent-shaped island in the east of Doha Port. It has just been bought by the Chinese in the past two or three years and built into a leisure resort. It just opened half a year ago and the business is quite good. It can be seen from the densely packed yachts.

This is because those passenger ships have to stop at Doha Port, and then transfer to a yacht to Crescent Bay, otherwise, it is estimated that it will be more crowded.

No way, who let Crescent Bay communicate with the outside world in two ways, helicopters and boats?

The yacht sailed into the special wharf of Crescent Bay, and as soon as it docked, the fat man cheerfully carried the bag of catches, said goodbye and thank you, and jumped off the boat cheerfully.

Leaving the middle-aged captain behind for a while, Nimei, don't you know how to score me?

Carrying the catch, Ancelotti excitedly headed towards his holiday villa.

As early as a few months ago, when he was sure that he would be dismissed from Real Madrid, he received an invitation from Southampton. Afterwards, he met with Master Huan and knew that the Saints only considered letting him take charge for one year.

But for him, that's enough.

You know, the Saints are currently the strongest team in Europe, not even one of them.

More importantly, behind the strong strength of this team is their unique tactical system, as well as their efficient and modern management system, which are irresistible to any head coach lure.

Therefore, Ancelotti agreed almost without hesitation.

When talking with Master Huan, Ancelotti mentioned that he wanted to go on vacation, while Yang Huan suggested that he come to the Middle East, and promised to include food, lodging, and entertainment. This is really great for foodie Ancelotti up.

So, the second day after he came down from the Real Madrid coaching position, he ran to the Middle East.

It's hot here, but it's a resort.

Most importantly, there are no reporters here to bother him.

etc……

When Ancelotti walked to the holiday villa area, he stopped suddenly and looked ahead in surprise.

what's the situation?

It turned out that in front of his vacation villa, there were more than a dozen reporters.

What? How do you know they are journalists?

Ancelotti is not a fool. Looking at the cameras in their hands and the equipment on their shoulders, they can tell they are paparazzi.

How did they find **** here?

Ancelotti wanted to turn around immediately and hide quickly.

Unexpectedly, the sharp-eyed reporter saw him at the first sight.

"Oh, it's him, there!"

"Look, it's really Ancelotti, he's really here!"

"My God, come on, keep up!"

A group of reporters rushed over like wolves and tigers, and immediately stopped the chubby, immobile Ancelotti.

Ancelotti was depressed.

What's the matter, when I used to play football, it was labor and management who intercepted others, but now that I am old, I was intercepted by a group of reporters. What a day.

"Carroll, hello, I'm a reporter from The Sun."

"Hello, I'm from Gazzetta dello Sport."

"I'm from the Guardian."

"I'm from Marca."

"Hey, hello, hello!" Ancelotti had to squeeze out a smile.

"Carol, why did you come here for vacation?"

Ancelotti still smiled, "How did you find this place?"

"Oh, didn't you ask someone to take a picture of you sleeping and post it on WeChat? We just followed the clues and found it."

As he said that, the reporter from The Sun took out his mobile phone and found the WeChat message.

Ancelotti saw it and immediately realized it.

I am sure that when I was sleeping, I was photographed by that bastard captain, and I don't know who he sent it to. It was passed on to the reporter.

Nimi, just shoot as you like, take better pictures for me, okay?

At least you use Meitu Xiuxiu to fix it, don't let me show such thick leg hair, okay?

After being tormented by you like this, how can I save the face of a world-renowned handsome man?

However, these are all slanders. In front of the reporter, Ancelotti put on a look of resignation, "You ask."

"Carroll, according to our investigation, this place should belong to Southampton owner Yang Huan. So, you have decided to coach Southampton?"

"Well, haven't they already announced it?" Ancelotti asked back.

Could it be that the saints still make such an oolong? Have a little brain, okay?

"Uh...hehe, by the way, Carol, many readers are interested and want to know, did you dismiss Real Madrid first, or accept the Saints' invitation first?"

For this matter, the Internet is upside down.

"Get out of class from Real Madrid first!" Ancelotti replied, but he was cursing in his heart, at least I have professional ethics, okay?

"Carroll, let me ask you again, there are so many teams interested in you, why did you choose Southampton?"

Ancelotti thought about it this time, "First of all, I chose Southampton because of their sincerity, and the team's planning is very attractive to me, and also, I appreciate the Saints' skills and tactics very much. style."

"However, Carroll, Southampton has just reached its peak under Bielsa's coaching. Don't you worry that after you take over, if the results are not satisfactory, the fans will be dissatisfied?" The reporter asked.

Ancelotti thought for a while and shook his head, "I have considered what you said, but I still hope to challenge myself. As I said, Southampton's management is fully aware of these things." planning and preparation.”

"In addition, here, I must point out that Southampton has not yet reached its peak. This team still has considerable potential to be tapped, and I am confident that I can fully tap the potential of this team!"

Hearing what Ancelotti said, everyone was a little surprised.

The saints have already achieved so many achievements, and they haven't reached their peak yet? Is there still potential to be tapped?

Are you sure you're not joking?

"Then I would like to ask you again, Carroll, there have been rumors about the Saints' signings this summer, but you are on vacation now, and many fans are worried, will this affect the team's transfer operation? "

After hearing this, Ancelotti smiled again, "No, although I'm not in the UK, I keep in touch with the management every day and follow the transfer market anytime, anywhere. I'm very confident. , and please rest assured all the Saints fans, everything is under control!"

Everything is under control?

What's the meaning?