Football giants

Chapter 151 We can win the championship!

Ferguson sits in the manager's office at Manchester United's Carrington training ground.

The FA Cup match between Southampton and Chelsea was being broadcast live on the TV in front of him.

Sitting next to him are his three assistants, Mike Perrin, René Mullenstein, and his brother, Manchester United's chief scout Martin Ferguson.

All four of them were sitting on the sofa, watching TV intently, without saying a word.

On the TV screen, young player Chamberlain raised his arms high, celebrating his crucial goal.

In fact, Ibrahimovic's first goal just now came from his assist.

And in this game, he also contributed wonderful performances many times, taking the ball, dribbling and passing the ball are all threatening.

"Alex Chamberlain?" Ferguson frowned, looking at the player who was getting a close-up on the TV screen.

Mike Perrin nodded, "Yes, he was born in August [-]. He is not yet full, but he has played the main role in Southampton this season, and his performance is very eye-catching. He is a rare technical player in English football."

After hearing this, Ferguson chuckled, "You are wrong, the most valuable thing about him is not only technology."

"Oh?" Mike Perrin was a little confused.

"His physical fitness is very good. Do you think he carried Bosingwa and Essien just now, like a 17-year-old kid?"

When Ferguson mentioned this, Mike Perrin was really surprised.

Logically speaking, 17-year-olds are definitely not as good as the adult team in terms of physical fitness.

But just now Chamberlain carried the two adult defensive players and brought the ball out. Although he took the lead, it is not difficult to see that his physical fitness is indeed not weak.

Rene Meulensteen on the side said: "He has African descent and is Jamaican. His father and uncle are both professional players in the low-level leagues. He was born in Portsmouth and joined Southampton since he was a child."

Ferguson glanced at Meulensteen appreciatively. The Dutchman is indeed a very capable assistant.

"What's even more rare is that his tactical execution is very strong, he is willing to defend and counter-attack, and he can also work hard in defense. This is very valuable for an attacking player with delicate skills."

From Ferguson's tone, it is not difficult to hear his appreciation for Chamberlain.

In this game, this little saint really shines.

"Southampton's youth training is very strong. The recent batch of players who have come out are quite good, especially on the technical level. Just now, Adam Lallana's kick at the front of the penalty area was also quite thoughtful." Rene Meulenstein The most important thing is the technical skills of the players.

Ferguson smiled slightly and pointed to the TV screen, "Then tell me, what do you think of Chamberlain?"

"The technology is better and finer than Walcott's, and the development potential is higher." Meulensteen replied without hesitation.

Ferguson nodded with a smile.

Technology, this is the development trend of English football, an inevitable trend.

All styles that violate this trend will eventually be eliminated!

Ferguson looked at his brother Martin Ferguson who had been silent all this time.

"Martin."

Although Ferguson didn't say anything, Martin Ferguson understood and nodded and smiled.

"I'll go to Southampton tomorrow, and I'll give you a detailed report in a month's time!"

Ferguson nodded appreciatively.

They are all old people who have followed him for many years. Many times, they don't need to speak, and they can often understand with a look.

Such an assistant is convenient and easy to use.

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Almost at the same time.

Wenger is sitting in the living room at home, also watching the live broadcast of this FA Cup match.

He also noticed Chamberlain.

Wenger had noticed Oxlade-Chamberlain as early as Southampton's game against Arsenal.

It's just that Chamberlain was young and not well-known at the time, so Wenger didn't want to touch him for the time being.

But judging from the current situation, Chamberlain's performance should have attracted considerable attention.

If you want to start, you have to take advantage of it now!

"Steve!" Wenger immediately picked up his mobile phone and called Steve Lawley, Arsenal's chief scout.

"Boss." Steve Lawley on the phone was also watching the FA Cup game.

As soon as Wenger called, he guessed it and smiled.

"Would you like me to inspect Chamberlain?"

"Well, by the way, let's take another look at the central defender named Varane, it's pretty good."

It is not easy to win Wenger's good praise.

According to the degree of hype in the outside media, this can be regarded as a genius level.

"Understood." Steve Lawley didn't hesitate, and agreed on the spot.

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At this moment, the entire England, and even the entire European football world, do not know how many team scouts and head coaches are watching this FA Cup match, and do not know how many people began to pay attention to a certain player in the Southampton team because of this game.

All the people in St. Mary's Stadium didn't know what was happening outside.

Yang Huan felt like he was in a vast ocean.

A tsunami-like wave of fans swept across the entire St. Mary's Stadium.

That feeling of being involuntary, that deafening shock, that kind of excitement that the soul seemed to be separated from the body and merged into this ecstatic agitation made him feel unprecedentedly excited.

An unprecedented ambition, an unprecedented desire surged into his heart.

"Win the championship!" Yang Huan couldn't help shouting.

"what?"

Terry Matthews and Carol Connell beside them, and Charlene Lahiri in front couldn't hear clearly.

Maybe they heard it clearly, but couldn't believe it.

"I said..." Yang Huan still seemed very excited, "...we can win the championship!"

All three were dumbfounded!
A League One team that wants to compete for the FA Cup?
How can this be?

This is absolutely impossible!

"Stop joking, Mr. Yang Huan!" Carol Connell laughed.

She thought Yang Huan was just joking.

"No!" Yang Huan looked firmly at the bottom of the court and shook his head vigorously, "I'm not joking, I'm serious!"

Everyone was stunned at this moment.

No joke?honestly?

Really want to win?
If a League One team is really allowed to win the FA Cup, then all Premier League teams should be ashamed to commit suicide!

If Southampton really made such an earth-shattering upset, the entire English football world would go crazy!

"We can beat Arsenal, we can beat Chelsea, why can't we win the title?"

Yang Huan shouted out his doubts very forcefully.

yeah why?
Looking at other games in the FA Cup, Liverpool was eliminated early, Arsenal was also eliminated by Southampton, and now, even Chelsea have fallen at the feet of Southampton.

Who is left?

Only Manchester United and Manchester City are really considered strong teams.

The FA Cup is a decisive game. Who dares to say that Southampton has no chance?
Who can say that a team with the strength to beat Arsenal and Chelsea has no chance to fight for the championship?
"You... Seriously?" Terry Matthews couldn't believe it.

This idea, this idea is crazy!
Anyone with a little sense would not believe it!

"I'm serious!" Yang Huan nodded firmly.

In his opinion, the world itself is crazy, and even such inconsequential things as crossing can happen, what else is impossible?

All the things in this world, only you can't think of, only you dare not think or do, but you can't do it!
Charlene Lahiri looked at Yang Huan, who had a serious face and didn't seem to be joking at all, and then looked at the stunned Carol Connell and Terry Matthews on both sides, and she laughed.

This is the Yang Huan she knew!
crazy?
Yes, he is a crazy person, otherwise who would do so many crazy things?

But he not only has crazy ideas, he is willing to work hard for crazy ideas.

"I support you!" Charlene Lahiri smiled in a strange way.

Carol Connell and Terry Matthews immediately looked at Charlene Lahiri together.

On the contrary, Yang Huan burst out laughing.

At this moment, he returned to his normal smiling face.

"There are less than 5 minutes left, Miss Lahiri, according to our bet, we won, and I will suffer a bit, let you kiss me!"

When Charlene Lahiri heard this, her face turned red, and she had the urge to beat him up.

Especially when she saw the eyes of Carol Connell and Terry Matthews full of ambiguity and enlightenment, she really had the urge to collapse.

This time I really jumped into the Thames River and couldn't wash it off!

Such a secret thing, this guy actually said it in such a non-secret way, isn't this intentional to cause misunderstanding?

With the whistle of the referee, the game officially came to an end.

The entire St. Mary's Stadium immediately boiled.

All the staff and coaching staff swarmed into the stadium and surrounded the players.

All the fans stood up and gave the warmest applause to the players and coaches.

"Let's congratulate Southampton and all the Saints fans."

"They have created an astonishing miracle on their home court!"

"Two to zero, who would have thought that the result of the game would be such a big upset?"

"Perhaps from now on, we should all re-recognize this League One team. After defeating Arsenal, many people said it was a coincidence and luck, but now, they defeated the strong enemy Chelsea again. Is it coincidence or luck?"

Obviously, there is no need for an answer to the TV commentator's question.

If by chance and luck, they could beat Arsenal and Chelsea consecutively, then who would believe it?
"Beating Chelsea, Southampton took the lead in entering the quarter-finals of the FA Cup, and the other two FA Cup matches tonight have also ended. The teams that entered the quarter-finals are Manchester City and West Ham United."

"Although the other games have not yet started, we can already make a judgment. Among the teams entering the quarter-finals, there is only one non-English team in Southampton. This is also very exciting. How far can this team from the League One go on the dark horse road?"

The TV commentator's question is believed to be the question of all fans.

It's just a question that doesn't have an answer yet.

Because the FA Cup quarter-finals knockout match will be played in March.

Yang Huan is not interested in thinking about this issue either. The first thing he wants to do now is to go to the locker room, praise this group of awesome players, praise their outstanding performance, and give out bonuses on the spot.

Of course, Southampton is currently being watched by the FA, and bonuses can only be awarded according to the highest level, that is, the FA Cup bonus standard for Premier League teams. Otherwise, the two old foxes of Arsenal and Manchester United will make irresponsible remarks.

After that, of course, I will go to Abramovich to save the face of the Russian.

There is a saying that goes well, riches and honor do not return to their hometowns, like brocade clothes walking at night.

After finally winning the game, it would be a pity if he didn't show off in front of Abramovich.

As for worrying about losing in the future?
When we meet Chelsea again, the fastest will be at the end of next year, so why bother?
Oh, yes, there is one more important thing.

"Hey, Charlene!" Yang Huan called out to Charlene Lahiri who was about to leave her seat.

"What's the matter?" The blond beauty was still sulking.

This guy is always annoying.

But it's strange, but the anger disappeared after a while, and I couldn't get angry when I saw him again.

"I want to ask you for help with something. Let's have dinner at Wangjiang Pavilion."

At the end, Yang Huan added with a smile, "You can have a candlelight dinner if you want!"

"Eat your big-headed ghost!" Charlene Lahiri really wanted to hit him.

But Yang Huan had already run away.

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