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 interesting about the FA Cup? Master John, do you like Arsenal now?"

"It's not surprising. Charlton's performance is so bad that it's unlikely they will be promoted from League One this year."

Outside the Emirates Stadium, countless fans flocked to the various entrances of the stadium in groups of two or three.

John Huntel and his three followers were among the crowd.

"Stop!" John Hunter was a little annoyed by the chattering of the followers on both sides of him.

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

"But I hate Southampton even more. I hate that Chinese man!"

He could never forget the humiliation he suffered at the hands of that Chinese man.

Losing the bet on that game not only made him lose all his fortune, but also led to him being punished by his father. Even now, he doesn't even have a car to get around, and can only walk, take the subway and bus like ordinary fans.

And all 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 bloodbath Southampton and avenge us!"

John Hunter spoke with great indignation, and the three followers around him were also infuriated.

They all lost badly, so naturally they wanted to see Southampton suffer a crushing defeat.

"During this period, I lived frugally and saved 30,000 pounds, and bought Arsenal to win at William Hill. This time, I want to see how Southampton wants to die!"

John Huntel has no doubt about Arsenal's strength. Wenger's team has an unbeaten record of two wins and two draws in the devilish schedule of the winter break. Moreover, Arsenal has been in good form this season and once took the lead.

Arsenal is now ranked third in the Premier League, with points closely tied with Chelsea, Manchester City and Manchester United.

Wenger had said before the season that they were very ambitious about the FA Cup and would focus on the cup competition. This was also one of Wenger's strategies to say goodbye to years of championshiplessness. After all, the competitive pressure faced by the league was too great.

So, in this situation, Arsenal must do their best to deal with Southampton.

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

"Thirty thousand pounds?"

The followers were a little surprised when they heard this, because they all knew that the 30,000 pounds should have been saved bit by bit by Master John through his daily frugality.

From this point, we can also deeply feel that he hates Yang Huan to the core.

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

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

"Well, we bought them all!"

"I'll spend all my pocket money on Arsenal!"

"Yes, it will not be wrong to follow Master John."

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

Just as the followers were making phone calls to place bets one by one, John Hunter saw Yang Huan in the crowd.

Besides the annoying bodyguard Long Wu, there was also a pure and charming young girl following Yang Huan.

The girl had a very sweet look, with a pitiful temperament. She followed Yang Huan closely.

This scene made John Hunter very dissatisfied.

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

That damn Chinese man is always surrounded by women, and he changes them frequently, but there is not even a woman around me!

It's really frustrating to compare yourself with others.

"It's so damn unlucky that I run into him as soon as I go out!" John Hunter cursed angrily.

It was as if his scolding had given Yang Huan some psychological sensitivity, and he actually looked over.

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

There was still some time before the game started, but he unexpectedly ran into the prodigal John Hunter.

John Hunter cursed his bad luck in his heart, but his expression was very embarrassed.

The person he least wanted to meet was Yang Huan.

"Master John, I wonder if you brought money today?" Yang Huan looked as if he was inviting him to gamble again.

John Hunter snorted coldly. He was now a pauper and had thrown all his money to the gambling group William Hill.

It is a legitimate gambling company in the UK, protected by law.

But he didn't want to say it. The follower who came back from the phone call pointed at Yang Huan angrily and said, "Don't be so proud. Our Master John spent all his 30,000 pounds to buy Arsenal. You are doomed!"

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

"Go away and don't bother us!"

These damn followers didn't notice that John Hunter's head was almost falling to the ground.

Master John, a well-known rich second-generation man in London, is so poor that he bets 30,000 pounds on a game. If this gets out, where will Master John put his not-so-popular face?

"Oh, thirty thousand pounds..." Yang Huan suddenly realized that this guy was out of money.

"That's right, Master John. You can only go to William Hill for thirty thousand pounds. When you have another three million, come back to me!"

After saying that, Yang Huan called out to Long Wu and Horikita Maki and walked forward.

"Oh, by the way, thank you for the two tickets!"

According to the rules of the FA Cup, although Southampton is playing away, it can get half of the ticket revenue of the home team Arsenal. There are exactly four people in John Hunter's group, so half is two tickets.

John Huntel gnashed his teeth at Yang Huan's back and said, "Wait and see how Arsenal will deal with you. You will cry one day."

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

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

Using money to kill people, this is exactly what the second generation of rich people should do!

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"Why did you come just now?"

Charlene Lahri was sitting in the stands, and when she saw Yang Huan, her face was full of anger.

Can't it be earlier?

"The big shots usually appear last, and only the small characters arrive early!" Yang Huan laughed and sat down next to Charlene Lahri.

Charlene Lahri noticed that behind Yang Huan was a beautiful young girl, and behind that was Long Wu. She felt a little strange, as this guy was really diligent in changing his female companions.

Zhang Ning, Huang Ying, and Lin Yoona, and now there is one more. Isn’t this too romantic and lustful?

More importantly, each one of them is so beautiful. Isn’t this a bit too outrageous?

"Who is she?" Charlene Lahri secretly pointed at Horikita Maki who was sitting on the other side of Yang Huan.

She herself might not have noticed that there was a sour taste in her tone.

"She? Maki Horikita, my...personal assistant." Yang Huan answered casually.

His attention was focused on the court, because players from both sides had already appeared on the court one after another.

Personal assistant?

Charlene Lahiri was a little skeptical because a grown man would hire a beautiful woman as his personal assistant.

There must be something fishy here!

"Hey, Bielsa seems to have changed the formation this time!" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

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

This native England player has always been a player that Bielsa has relied on this season, but in this game not only did he not make the starting lineup, he was not even on the bench.

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

Without Adam Lallana, Bielsa did not choose Isco, who has a similar playing style, but instead put on Schneiderlin.

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

The combination of three tough midfielders must be Bielsa's intention to strengthen Southampton's midfield.

After all, the team we are facing in this game is Arsenal.

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

Charlene Lahiri nodded and said, "I heard he was injured during yesterday's training."

"Oh." Yang Huan understood. This could explain it.

As the players of both teams walked out of the player tunnel one after another, the live announcer at the Emirates Stadium was also introducing Arsenal's starting players. The first name called out was the darling of the Emirates Stadium, Arsenal's captain, the Spanish star Fabregas.

When the announcer called out Fabregas' name, the entire Emirates Stadium was like thunder.

Even though Fabregas was covered in a Barcelona jersey by his teammates while celebrating after helping Spain win the World Cup this summer, causing the jersey gate incident, Gunners fans still hope to retain the core soul of the team.

Following Fabregas is the team's top striker Van Persie.

The Dutch striker has had a breakout season at Arsenal this season. Not only has he become the team's top scorer, but his performance has also been outstanding, reaching the pinnacle of his career. He is considered by the outside world to have transformed into a world-class scorer.

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

"Walcott, our gem from Southampton, will now help us beat Southampton!"

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

"Damn Gunners! They poached our youth training gems and dared to be so arrogant!"

"Kill the Gunners, kill Arsenal!"

"Saints! Saints!! Saints!!!"

Suddenly, a deafening shout rang out around Yang Huan.

Southampton fans kept rushing out of their seats and shouting.

But the cheers didn't travel far, after all, the Emirates Stadium was too big.

"The atmosphere at the Gunners' home ground is so bad!" Yang Huan said, shaking his head.

Charlene Lahiri smiled. "Ticket prices keep rising. People who really love football are excluded from the stadium. Only gentlemen are allowed to enter. Do you want them to shout?"

"Who says gentlemen can't shout?"

Yang stood up with a smile, walked through the aisle and came to a Southampton fan who was responsible for beating the drum.

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

"Saints of Southampton, don't disperse your shouts!" Yang Huan shouted loudly.

"It's Master Huan!"

"Oh my god, Master Huan!"

The Southampton fans in the stadium stands all noticed Yang Huan and looked over.

Even the players lined up on the field noticed Yang Huan beating the drum.

"Look, that's Master Huan!"

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

"This is so exciting, damn it!"

Yang Huan didn't pay attention to whether other people were looking over or not, and shouted loudly, "Everyone, shout with me, and be in line, so that those bastards at Arsenal can see how powerful we are in Southampton!"

"Good!" The whole audience immediately burst into thunderous applause.

"Saint!" Yang Huan hammered the drum hard.

"Saints!!" the fans shouted in unison.

"Kill Arsenal!" Another hard hammer.

"Kill Arsenal!!"

Although there were only more than 3,000 Southampton fans and their location was in a relatively remote corner, their organized cheers were not at all inferior to those of Arsenal, who were playing at home, and swept the entire Emirates Stadium.

"This guy..." Charlene Lahri shook her head and smiled bitterly. She did not expect Yang Huan to do this.

It was the first time for Maki Horikita to step into a football stadium and experience the authentic British football match with tens of thousands of people gathered.

At this moment, she looked at Yang Huan, and it seemed that she saw a Yang Huan who was completely different from the Yang Huan she had known in the past two days.

And she could also feel Yang Huan's deep love for football.

Which one is the real him?