Football giants

Chapter 122 Kill Arsenal!
"Master John, why are we coming to the Emirates Stadium to watch the FA Cup?"

"That's right, what's so good about the FA Cup? Don't tell me, Master John, you like Arsenal now?"

"It's not surprising, Charlton's performance is so bad, I'm afraid it will be impossible to upgrade from League One this year."

Outside the Emirates Stadium, countless fans flocked to the various entrances of the stadium in twos and threes.

John Hunter and his three followers were among the crowd.

"Stop!" The servants around him chattered non-stop, and John Hunter was a little annoyed.

"I don't like Arsenal!" John Huntel looked at his men with a bit of anger.

"But I hate Southampton even more, I hate that Chinese!"

He will never forget the humiliation he suffered on that Chinese.

Losing that game not only cost him all his wealth, but also made him punished by his father. Even now, he doesn't even have a car for transportation, so he can only walk and squeeze subways and buses like ordinary fans.

And all of this was brought to him by Yang Huan.

"So, I came to the Emirates Stadium today to cheer for Arsenal, not because I like Arsenal, but because I hate Southampton. I hope Arsenal can kill Southampton and avenge us!"

John Huntel was filled with righteous indignation when he spoke, and the three followers around him were also set on fire.

They also lost miserably, and naturally they would like to see Southampton lose like a mountain.

"During this period of time, I saved up [-] pounds and bought Arsenal from William Hill to win. This time, I see how Southampton wants to die!"

John Huntel has no doubts about Arsenal's strength. Wenger's team had an unbeaten record of two wins and two draws during the winter break. Moreover, Arsenal's state has been very good this season, and they once took the lead.

Arsenal are now third in the Premier League, and they are tightly tied with Chelsea, Manchester City and Manchester United.

Wenger has already said before the season that they are very ambitious for the FA Cup and will focus on the cup. This is also a major strategy for Wenger to bid farewell to many years without a championship. After all, the competitive pressure facing the league is too great.

Therefore, in this case, Arsenal must do their best to deal with Southampton.

"Master John, did you really buy all of Arsenal?"

"Thirty thousand pounds?"

The servants under him were a little surprised when they heard it, but they all knew that the [-] pounds should have been saved bit by bit by Master John's usual frugality.

From this point, it can also be deeply felt that he hates Yang Huan deeply.

"Yes, I bought them all!" John Hunter replied.

When the followers heard this, it was time to show their loyalty.

"Okay, we bought them too!"

"I'll buy Arsenal all my pocket money!"

"Yes, you can't go wrong following Master John."

John Huntel nodded vigorously and praised: "Good brother, you are so loyal!"

Just as the followers went to call to place bets one by one, John Huntel saw Yang Huan in the crowd.

Beside Yang Huan, besides that annoying bodyguard Long Wu, there is also a pure and charming young girl.

The girl looked very sweet, with a bit of a delicate and pitiful temperament, she followed Yang Huan every step of the way.

This scene made John Huntel very dissatisfied.

Damn, they are all rich second generations, but why is there such a big gap?

That damned Chinese is always surrounded by women, and often changes, but he can't even see a woman around him!
Really more popular than dead people.

"It's fucking unlucky to meet him when I go out!" John Hunter cursed angrily.

It seemed that his scolding made Yang Huan feel psychologically, and he actually looked over.

"Yo, Master John, what a coincidence!" Yang Huan walked over with a smile.

There was still a little time before the start of the game, but unexpectedly, he ran into John Huntel, a prodigal son.

John Hunter secretly screamed unlucky in his heart, but his expression was very embarrassing.

The last thing he wanted, and the last thing he wanted to meet, was Yang Huan.

"Master John, did you bring any money today?" Yang Huan seemed to invite him to gamble again.

John Huntel snorted coldly. He is a poor man now, and he has thrown all the money to the gaming group William Hill.

It was a serious gaming company in the UK, protected by law.

Unexpectedly, he didn't want to say anything, but the attendant who came back from the call pointed at Yang Huan angrily, "Don't be complacent, our Master John bought Arsenal with his entire net worth of [-] pounds, you are dead!"

"That's right, why are you so proud!"

"Go away, don't bother us!"

These damn followers didn't notice that John Hunter's head was about to fall off the floor.

The dignified Master John, a well-known rich second generation in London, is so poor that he bets [-] pounds on a game. If this gets out, where will Master John's unpopular face be put?
"Oh, thirty thousand pounds..." Yang Huan suddenly realized that this kid was out of money.

"That's right, Master John, you can only go to William Hill for 300 pounds, and when you have another [-] million, come to me again!"

After speaking, Yang Huan greeted Long Wu and Horikita Maki, and walked forward.

"Oh, yes, thank you for the two tickets!"

According to the rules of the FA Cup, although Southampton is playing away games, Southampton can share half of the ticket revenue of the home team Arsenal. John Huntel and the others happen to be four people, half of which is two tickets.

Facing Yang Huan's back, John Hunter gritted his teeth, "Wait a minute and see how Arsenal deal with you. You may cry."

"Yes, Master John, when we win the money, change it into coins and smash him to death!"

"That's a good idea, smash him to death with a coin!"

Throwing people to death with money is indeed what the rich second generation should do!
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"Why did you come?"

Charlene Lahiri was sitting on the stand, and when she saw Yang Huan, she got angry.

Can't it be sooner?
"Big characters usually come out at the end of the stage, and only those small characters will arrive early!" Yang Huan laughed, and sat down next to Charlene Lahiri.

Charlene Lahiri noticed that Yang Huan was followed by a beautiful young girl, followed by Long Wu, and felt a little strange, this guy was really diligent in changing his female companions.

Zhang Ning, Huang Ying, Lin Yuner, now there is one more, isn't this too flirtatious?
What's more, every one of them is so beautiful, which is too outrageous, right?
"Who is she?" Charlene Lahiri secretly pointed to Horikita Maki who was sitting on the other side of Yang Huan.

She may not even have noticed that there was a sour taste in her tone.

"Her? Horikita Maki, my...personal assistant." Yang Huan replied casually.

All his attention was on the court, because on the court, players from both sides were already playing one after another.

personal assistant?

Charlene Lahiri was a little skeptical, because a big man wanted a beautiful woman who was as beautiful as a flower to be his personal assistant.

There must be something tricky in it!
"Hey, Bielsa seems to have changed his team this time!" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

In Southampton's starting lineup, the team's core main force and captain Adam Lallana was not seen.

The native English player has always been a player that Bielsa has relied on this season, but not only did he not enter the starting lineup in this game, he even did not make it to the substitute list.

The goalkeeper is still Neuer, and the defense is David Alaba, Benatia, Varane and Carvajal.

Without Adam Lallana, Bielsa did not choose Isco, who has a similar style of play, but went to Schneiderlin.

As a result, three players were used in the midfield, namely Strowman, Schneiderlin and Vidal.

The combination of three strong midfielders, presumably Bielsa's intention is also to strengthen Southampton's midfield thickness.

After all, this game is facing Arsenal.

The three players on the front line are Neymar, Ibrahimovic and Chamberlain.

Charlene Lahiri nodded, "I heard that she was injured in yesterday's training."

"Oh." Yang Huan understood, this is the only way to explain this point.

When the players of the two teams walked out of the player tunnel one after another, the live announcer at the Emirates Stadium was also introducing Arsenal's starters. The first name to be called out was the darling of the Emirates Stadium, Arsenal's captain, and Spanish star Cesc Fabregas.

When the announcer shouted Cesc Fabregas' name, the entire Emirates Stadium was like thunder.

Even if this summer, after Fabregas helped Spain win the World Cup, he was put on a Barcelona jersey by his teammates during the celebration, and the jersey gate incident broke out, but the Gunners fans still hope to retain the soul core of the team.

Immediately after Cesc Fabregas is the team's number one striker Van Persie.

The Dutch striker ushered in a round of explosion in Arsenal this season, becoming the team's top scorer, and his performance was very brilliant. He reached the pinnacle of his career and was considered by the outside world to have completed the transformation of a world-class scorer.

Van Persie's strike partner is England's native fast horse Walcott.

"Theo Walcott, the gem we dug up from Southampton, will now help us beat Southampton!"

When the on-site announcer introduced Walcott, he specifically introduced his Southampton background, which made the Gunners fans cheer, but made the Southampton fans extremely annoyed.

"Damn gunman, digging our youth training treasures, how dare you be so arrogant!"

"Kill the Gunners, kill Arsenal!"

"Saints! Saints! Saints!!!"

There was a deafening shout all around Yang Huan.

Southampton fans kept rushing out of their seats, hissing and shouting.

But this kind of cry did not spread far, after all, the Emirates Stadium is too big.

"The home atmosphere of the Gunners is terrible!" Yang Huan shook his head and said.

Charlene Lahiri smiled slightly, "Ticket prices are rising again and again. People who really love football are excluded from the football field. The people who enter the football field are a group of gentlemen. Do you want them to shout?"

"Who says a gentleman can't shout?"

Yang Huan stood up with a smile, walked across the aisle, and came to a Southampton fan who was in charge of drumming.

"Give me the drumstick!" Yang Huan snatched the drumstick from the fan's hand, and hit the drum with all his strength, making a sound like an air explosion.

"Saints of Southampton, stop shouting!" Yang Huan shouted loudly.

"It's Master Huan!"

"Oh my god, Master Huan!"

The Southampton fans in the stands of the stadium all noticed Yang Huan, Qiqi all looked over.

Even the players lined up on the court noticed Yang Huan playing the drums.

"Look, that's Master Huan!"

"Master Huan is actually beating the drums for us."

"It's so exciting, motherfucker!"

Yang Huan didn't pay attention to whether the others looked over, and shouted loudly, "Everyone shout after me, orderly, let those bastards in Arsenal see how powerful we are at Southampton!"

"Okay!" There was a thunderous applause from the audience immediately.

"Saints!" Yang Huan hammered the drum vigorously.

"Saints!!" The fans shouted in unison.

"Kill Arsenal!" Another hard blow.

"Get rid of Arsenal!!"

Although there are only more than 3000 fans in Southampton, and the location is in a relatively remote corner, but amidst the organized shouts, the momentum is not inferior at all, even faintly overshadowing Arsenal, which is playing at home, and swept the entire Emirates Stadium.

"This guy..." Charlene Lahiri shook her head and smiled wryly. She didn't expect Yang Huan to do this either.

It was the first time for Horikita Maki to step into a football field and feel the authentic British football game where tens of thousands of people gather.

At this moment, she looked at Yang Huan, as if what she saw was a completely different Yang Huan from the one she had known in the past two days.

And she can also feel Yang Huan's love for football in his bones.

In the end, which one is the real him?

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