Chapter 143: Failed to show off and got slapped in the face

After Yang Huan overcame all objections and publicly decided to play an offensive game at the Steptwood training base, Bielsa communicated with the coaches who had different opinions and finally reached a consensus.

When playing against Chelsea, Southampton will not compromise and will attack resolutely!

While the coaching staff and players were busy preparing for the FA Cup, Yang Huan had some free time.

I went to Italy and met with Chris Bangle to discuss some matters related to the car design company.

Yang Huan had only one opinion, which was that the Chinese market must be entered in the shortest possible time and quickly occupied.

On this point, Yang Huan has the same idea as Chris Bangle.

After returning to the UK, Yang Huan visited Sunseeker Yachts and Aston Martin.

Seeing that everything he had arranged was proceeding in an orderly manner, Yang Huan felt relieved.

He returned to Southampton the day before the FA Cup match.

As soon as he came back and walked into the office of St. Mary's Stadium, Yang Huan heard Nicholas Cortes giving instructions to his secretary.

"Contact the yacht club and tell them that a large luxury yacht will dock tomorrow at noon and ask them to make the arrangements."

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

The secretary agreed, and when she was leaving, Yang Huan walked in. She stepped aside and politely called out, "Master Huan."

"Yeah!" Yang Huan nodded and agreed, "Nikola, what's going on?"

"Master Huan!" When Nicholas Cortes saw Yang Huan coming back, he immediately stood up and walked out of the office area.

"Chelsea's CEO Ron Gourlay just called me and said their owner Abramovich has sailed south on the luxury yacht Eclipse and is expected to arrive in Southampton at noon tomorrow. He hopes we can arrange a reception."

"Eclipse?" Yang Huan snorted coldly. This yacht ranks first among private yachts in the world and is worth 800 million euros.

It is definitely the most powerful weapon for the world's super-rich to show off their wealth!

This Russian guy brought his yacht to my property?

And dock next door to our St. Mary's Stadium?

Isn't this an embarrassment to me?

Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon that's easy to bully?

"Master Huan, what's wrong? Is there any problem?" Nicholas Cortes was a little surprised when he saw Yang Huan's face changing.

Sun Yue, who was beside Yang Huan, was the best at observing people's expressions and immediately came forward. "Of course there is a problem, Nicholas, let's not worry about this matter."

"Why?" Nicholas Cortes was surprised. It was natural for the home team to receive the visiting team.

Sun Yue sighed. Nicola Cortes was good in every way and had no problem with his abilities, but he was too stubborn on some issues. He clung to all that gentlemanly manners and all that nonsense and didn't know how to adapt.

"No reason, I just don't like him!" Yang Huan replied coldly.

Seeing that Nicola Cortes was about to speak, Sun Yue immediately pulled his arm.

"Nicholas, you are too honest!"

"What do you mean?"

"Just think about it, how far is Southampton's largest yacht club from St. Mary's Stadium?"

"It's right next door."

"Yes, think about it. The Eclipse is 170 meters long, which is really huge. Imagine how the fans would feel if such a luxury yacht sailed into the Itchen River and came to the side of St. Mary's Stadium?"

At this point, Nicholas Cortes understood a little.

It turns out that Abramovich is here to show off his wealth!

"Think about it again. How far is it from London to Southampton? There are highways and intercity subways. It's so convenient and fast. But why don't they do it? Why do they insist on driving the Eclipse around the south coast of England to Southampton?"

"Uh..." Nicholas Cortes was not stupid, and he understood everything now.

"They were clearly here to show off their wealth and slap us in the face, but we didn't resist. We even happily put our faces forward and helped them slap ourselves. Tell me, are we capable of doing such a stupid thing?"

Nicholas Cortes was immediately ashamed. He felt that he had really been fooled and had not even thought of this.

"Master Huan, I..."

"Stop talking!" Yang Huan waved his hand and interrupted Nicola Cortes' apology. He knew Nicola Cortes.

This person is very capable, but a bit rigid and lacks some cleverness.

But such a person is reliable, and he is very successful in running Southampton.

"It's their business if he wants to come, but Southampton is our territory. Before such a big battle, momentum is very important. We have to take the lead!"

"Master Huan, please give me your orders!" Nicholas Cortes also hated it.

"You must immediately go to the yacht marinas around Southampton and tell them that the Eclipse is not allowed to dock at any of the yacht marinas in Southampton these days. Whoever allows Russian yachts to dock here is our enemy!"

Yang Huan is clearly declaring war on Chelsea and Abramovich.

Nicholas Cortes also realized the seriousness of the matter and nodded solemnly in agreement.

"Call Ron Gourley again and tell him that we have contacted all the yacht docks but couldn't find any vacancies. Then ask him if the old, disused freight dock on the other side of the Test River can be used for parking."

That cargo terminal has been out of use for many years and has no facilities built on it. It is now mostly used to monitor the water level of the Test River. It would be an insult to allow a ship as tall and majestic as the Eclipse to stop there.

"I understand!" Nicholas Cortes nodded excitedly.

Sun Yue also laughed and said, "Master Huan, Abramovich will be so pissed off!"

Yang Huan smiled slightly and thought to himself, who the hell made him want to come over and slap me in the face?

How can I stay in Southampton if I don't let you pick up a brick and hit yourself in the foot?

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"Ron, we're almost in Brighton, how's your contact going?"

In the English Channel, the Eclipse is moving from east to west along the southern coastline of England.

Abramovich sat on the top deck of the Eclipse and used a satellite phone to contact Chelsea CEO Ron Gourlay, who had arrived in Southampton from London overnight.

"Boss, we're still in touch." Ron Gourley sounded like he was about to cry when he spoke on the other end of the phone.

"Step up contact?" Abramovich was dissatisfied.

"What is going on now? Southampton is such a big city. Isn't it known for having many yacht marinas? There is also a yacht exhibition held every year. Why is there no place to dock a yacht?"

By the end, the Russian was almost roaring.

"Boss, there are indeed many yacht marinas in Southampton. We have contacted them one by one, but they said that there are no vacancies in the past two days."

"Bullshit!" Abramovich roared angrily. "There's no space at the yacht pier? Who are you kidding?"

"That's exactly what they said!" Ron Gourlay said sadly.

He visited the venue and saw many empty yacht marinas, but when he asked, he found out that they were all booked.

It is obvious that someone is targeting Abramovich!

"Then raise the price for me. I will offer twice as much as others offer. If one times is not enough, I will offer two times. If two times is not enough, I will offer five or ten times. In short, I want Southampton to stop!" Abramovich was also angry.

This damn guy, who is causing trouble for me?

Is that the Chinese guy from Southampton?

Ron Gourley smiled bitterly. "I raised the price, but they still refused to give in. They said they had received a deposit."

In fact, several small docks were shaken, but the problem was that their locations were relatively remote and, due to geographical restrictions, they could not accommodate a ship as large as the Eclipse.

"Damn bastard!" Abramovich was so angry that he was going crazy!

"Boss, I've also contacted Southampton. They said that the yacht berths in Southampton have been in short supply in the past two days. All the spaces for the Eclipse have been snapped up, except for..."

Ron Gourlay didn't dare to say any more.

“Except what?” Abramovich demanded.

"Except for a freight terminal on the other side of the Test River."

"Cargo terminal?" Abramovich was stunned. "Can we stop?"

"We can stop there, but the cargo terminal has been abandoned for many years. The facilities are very old. It is now used more for water level monitoring. Besides, there is a seafood market on the shore..."

Ron Gourlay didn't dare to continue.

"Oh my god!" Abramovich was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Let my Eclipse stop at the seafood market?

This is like asking the Queen of England to live in a slum!

I can tolerate my uncle but I can’t tolerate my aunt!

Listening to Abramovich swearing on the other end of the phone, Ron Gourley didn't dare to say a word.

He guessed that Abramovich on the Eclipse in the English Channel must have the urge to kill someone again at this moment.

After cursing for nearly ten minutes, Abramovich on the other end of the phone finally stopped, panting.

“Are there any other marinas nearby?”

Ron Gourlay thought for a moment and said, "No one in the area around Southampton would rent a house. Maybe we can consider going to Portsmouth."

"Portsmouth?"

"That city is Southampton's mortal enemy. It's a new emerging city on the south coast, not far from Southampton. There is also a high-end yacht marina that can be docked. Maybe you can go and dock there."

Abramovich had no choice but to do this.

Damn Southampton, they actually played such a trick on me!

So hateful!

If I don't teach you a lesson, how can I vent the anger in my heart?

"Ron!" Abramovich shouted into the phone.

"Boss." Ron Gourlay agreed immediately.

"Are Ancelotti and the players here yet?"

"We're already on the highway, we're almost there."

In fact, taking the highway from London to Southampton is faster and more convenient.

Ron Gourlay knew in his heart that the reason his boss had mobilized the Eclipse was to gain face in Southampton and to suppress the morale of the Southampton team.

But who could have thought that Southampton would fight back in this way?

And the city has indeed united closely around the Saints. It is said that even the mayor of Southampton has spoken in support of the Saints.

This time, the boss failed to show off and got slapped in the face.

"Go tell Ancelotti that I want them to beat my opponent in Southampton at all costs!"

“Not only do we have to win, we have to win beautifully, by a big margin!”

Ron Gourlay had never heard Abramovich gnashing his teeth like this before, and he was secretly shocked.

Although Abramovich appears to be a very amiable person on a daily basis, in fact, as a Russian oligarch, he is no pushover. Once he gets angry, he looks like he wants to eat people.

"Understood. I'll call him right away." Ron Gourlay also felt cold sweat on his back.

The boss is angry!

Southampton, it seems that you can only blame yourself for your bad luck!