Football giants

Chapter 152
St Mary's Stadium stands.

"Pini." Abramovich said with a cold face, afraid that he could scrape off a thick layer of frost.

Pini Zahavi knew that he was in a bad mood, and he didn't dare to be careless. He waited cautiously, and when he heard his name being called, he immediately leaned forward, "Roman."

"I'll go first!" Abramovich said in a deep voice.

go?
Pini Zahavi's mind turned quickly, and he immediately thought of it.

Abramovich was afraid that Yang Huan would come to him, and he would feel even more ashamed when the time came.

So, just after the game ended, he immediately wanted to run away.

"Okay." Pini Zahavi nodded, "You go down the stairs, I'll drive in the parking lot outside, let's wait at the door."

"No!" Abramovich stopped him, "You stay!"

Pini Zahavi was taken aback for a moment, but he understood immediately.

As the saying goes, willing to gamble and admit defeat, with Abramovich's identity and status, he can't do the kind of thing that loses the bet and runs away.

"Then...if he asks, what should I say?"

Abramovich's eyes flashed with anger, but he said with a look of disdain: "What should I say? I'm willing to bet, see which two players he wants, and just give it to him. Make up your mind about this matter!"

Ron Gurley on the side looked a little unnatural.

Why do you listen, in the mouth of the boss, this group of players in the team seems to be a gift that he can give away at will?
Are professional players really so worthless in the eyes of these capital tycoons?

"This time he was lucky enough to win once, and he will definitely not be so lucky next time!"

After finishing speaking, Abramovich snorted coldly, waved his hand, and carefully left with thirty black-clothed bodyguards.

In order to avoid the attention of the media and reporters, the Russians even chose the most remote corner to exit. It felt like they were running away.

Fortunately, until he got into that luxury car, he didn't attract the attention of reporters.

This also let him sit in the car breathe a sigh of relief.

Damn, if he is photographed by a reporter, he will definitely be featured in the newspaper tomorrow, and his face will be even more embarrassing.

"Drive!" He urged the driver in front of him.

Now I'm thinking about running away from this place.

But when Abramovich just turned his head to urge the driver, a dazzling light suddenly flashed beside him.

This made him startled, and he turned his head to look over, only to find that there were at least a dozen reporters standing outside the car, all pointing at his car with a long lens, and they took a burst of shots.

"Go, go!" Abramovich was furious.

Where did this bunch of damn journalists come from?How did you find him?

He completely forgot that with such a big show, thirty black-clothed bodyguards, can escape the eyes of these caring people?

Watching Abramovich and his bodyguards speeding away in disgrace, the group of reporters behind burst into laughter.

"Great, I caught the front face, let's see what else he has to say."

"This Russian is really stupid enough to actually go through the most remote door."

"He must have thought that we didn't expect it. With his IQ, how could he have guessed that we would ambush here?"

"Haha, he took the wrong path and just gave us the best material. The newspaper will be a hit tomorrow!"

"Hey, isn't that a reporter from the Daily Mail?" A sharp-eyed reporter recognized a person from the crowd.

"Yes……"

"Wow, aren't you guys pro-Chelsea? You even came to film Abramovich's embarrassment?"

"No way? Even the reporters from the Daily Mail are here?"

"Isn't it an undercover agent?"

"Like it? I guess it's the same as us. The sales volume is king these days. Who kisses whom?"

"That's right, Abramovich is going to be embarrassing this time."

"Hey, why not, let's send the report at the same time tomorrow to create a little effect, so that it can be hyped for several days."

"That's a good idea, I agree!"

"I agree!"

"We all agree!"

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"We all agree!!"

In the home dressing room at St. Mary's Stadium, Southampton's players were also shouting loudly.

Just now, Yang Huan came to visit them in the locker room and was full of praise for their performance in this game.

And ask them if they should adjust the team's strategy to focus on the FA Cup.

As a result, when he said it, all the players agreed in unison!
It can be seen that after this battle, everyone is confident and ambitious.

"Wow, do you agree?"

The players nodded in unison, "Yeah!"

"No one objected?"

The players shook their heads in unison.

Whoever opposes at this time will definitely be beaten, and only fools object!
"It seems that I can't hold on to the 200 million pounds bonus!" Yang Huan said with a laugh.

When the players heard it, there was another round of cheers.

"Fifty million pounds?"

"Master Huan, did I hear correctly?"

"Is there really a £200 million bonus for winning the FA Cup?"

Yang Huan smiled and stretched out his hand to signal the players to quiet down. He waited until everyone was quiet before continuing.

"Yes, I talked to Nicola Cortez, we didn't report the prize money for winning the FA Cup, who guessed at the beginning of the season that we had a chance to compete for the championship?"

Yang Huan's words made everyone present nod in unison.

"So, this time I decided that if the team wins the championship, all the FA Cup prize money will be rewarded to the players, which is about 200 million pounds. Anyway, the club will not ask for a penny, and it will all be rewarded to you and the coaching staff!"

When the players heard this, it was a frying pan.

"Great, 200 million pounds!"

"Yeah, I heard that the prize money for winning the league championship is not so high for Arsenal and Manchester United!"

"My God, Master Huan is really generous!"

"I didn't say anything, for the prize of 200 million pounds, for Young Master Huan, for our Southampton, in a word, fight!"

"Yes, it's man's, let's go all out and fight!"

"It's all hard!"

Seeing how excited the players were, Yang Huan was also very satisfied with the results.

Just blindly stimulating the spirit is useless, it is better for people to be realistic.

"Everyone, take a shower and change clothes, let's have supper at Wangjiang Pavilion!"

"Good!" The players responded in unison.

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Charlene Lahiri stood in the office of the St. Mary's Stadium, and could vaguely hear the sound coming from the passage. The response from the locker room made her feel amused.

Don't look at that guy messing around, but he is actually quite charismatic.

At least this group of Southampton players convinced him.

Some people say that it is the effect of money, after all, there is no one who does not love money these days.

But the problem is, she has a feeling that even if there is no temptation of money now, this group of players is still willing to work hard for him.

She was still thinking about it when she saw Pini Zahavi, who was grinning with a big mouth, walk in.

"Hello, Miss Lahiri!"

They are all in the football circle. Who doesn't know the popular English football goddess Charlene Lahiri?

"Hello, Mr. Zahavi!" Charlene stretched out her hand, and released it after a light grip.

Pini Zahavi looked at his hands with some reluctance, as if the pinky touch from when he held those delicate and slender hands just now remained from his fingers, which always makes people feel a little unsatisfied.

This woman is really a charming stunner!
Even if it's just a hand, it's so touching!

"This game was very exciting, wasn't it?" Pini Zahavi asked for a topic with a smile.

When a man meets a beautiful woman, he can't help but want to strike up a conversation and get close.

This is a man's nature.

Charlene Lahiri didn't like this shrewd looking man, so she hummed and said nothing.

"Southampton played very well, Chelsea also played well, it's a pity to lose."

"Hmm." Charlene Lahiri still didn't move.

Pini Zahavi laughed awkwardly, "Those underground dealers in London are out of luck. They were all optimistic about Chelsea before the game, and it turned out..."

Although gambling is legalized in the UK, and there are local gambling groups like William Hill, there are also some underground bookmakers, and usually these underground bookmakers have certain relations with the underworld.

When Pini Zahavi said this, Charlene Lahiri noticed it.

"Is it a big bet?" she asked.

It was rare to find a topic that the beauty was interested in, and Pini Zahavi immediately took out his personal work with a smile.

"Before the game, I talked to my friends in London on the phone. One of the largest underground bookmakers may lose tens of millions of pounds. If you add the game against Arsenal before, I'm afraid the loss will be even more."

Speaking of this, Pini Zahavi sighed, "It's all caused by greed and insufficiency!"

Generally speaking, the odds offered by underground bookmakers are based on the odds given by a large consortium like William Hill.

In theory, they can't lose money, or even make a steady profit without losing money.

The blame lies in the lack of greed, always wanting to earn more, so I ate it myself, or gambled without permission.

In this way, once the odds are high and an upset happens, they often lose badly.

"Southampton is really the enemy of this group of underground dealers!" Pini Zahavi joked.

The speaker is unintentional and the listener is interested.

Charlene Lahiri paid attention.

At this time, Yang Huan led Long Wu out of the player tunnel and into the office accompanied by Nicola Cortes and Sun Yue.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Pini Zahavi, and Yang Huan immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Pini, where's Abramovich?" He wanted to show off right now.

Although it is a derogatory term to add insult to injury, it also depends on who the target is.

If you can make trouble in front of a rich man like Abramovich who ranks high on the Forbes rich list, this is not a derogatory term, but a commendatory term.

At least Yang Huan thinks so.

Pini Zahavi immediately smiled wryly, "Master Huan, he... is leaving first!"

"Let's go?"

"Yeah, he left as soon as the game was over, saying he had something to do!"

Knowing that this was an excuse, Yang Huan curled his lips, but he didn't feel regretful, he just missed a chance to hit his opponent.

"Damn it, he really has no manners. He doesn't even see himself after losing a game. He goes to someone's house as a guest and says goodbye to the host's house before leaving. This is the most basic courtesy, doesn't he understand?"

Everyone present wanted to laugh.

Everyone knew that if this young master Huan hadn't won the game, he would have been waiting impatiently for Abramovich to say goodbye?
Isn't it just to add insult to injury and hit the opponent?

Is it necessary to speak so righteously?

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about that rude barbarian!"

Yang Huan's words made many people present find it funny.

In the eyes of many people in developed European countries, aren't the rich oligarchs from Russia barbarians?

Even in the heyday of Russia in history, they were still barbarians in the eyes of Europeans.

Even in the Russian palace at that time, if you didn't know a few words of French, you were embarrassed to greet people.

"Yes, Master Huan!" Pini Zahavi wished not to talk about Abramovich.

Both sides are big customers, and it is not appropriate to say good things about anyone. It is best not to talk about it, and neither side should offend.

"Didn't I tell you just now? I just received a scouting report today. There are several outstanding young players. I know that Southampton is interested in young rookies recently. Have a look?"

With that said, Pini Zahavi was about to hand over a document in his hand.

Yang Huan stretched out his hand to pat, but didn't answer.

"Pini, let's not talk about this kind of thing, let's go, I'll treat you to dinner, and celebrate the victory first!"

As he said that, Yang Huan couldn't help but ask whether Pini Zahavi would like it or not. Yang Huan greeted everyone and went outside.

He made phone calls while walking, and invited Kesh Harris and other friends to come.

Also asked Nicola Cortez to invite Terry Matthews who hadn't left yet.

The more he looks at Terry? Matthews is more pleasing to the eye. Who makes him a Southampton fan?
(End of this chapter)