Chapter 152: Embarrassing

St Mary's Stadium Stand.

"Pini." Abramovich had a cold face, which looked like it could scrape off a thick layer of frost.

Pini Zahavi knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to be careless. He waited cautiously on the side. When he heard his name being called, he immediately came over, "Roman."

"I'm leaving first!" Abramovich said in a deep voice.

Walk?

Pini Zahavi thought quickly and thought of it immediately.

Abramovich is afraid that Yang Huan will come to him, and then he will feel even more embarrassed.

So, as soon as the game was over, he immediately wanted to run away.

"Okay." Pini Zahavi nodded. "You go down the stairs. I'll drive to the parking lot outside. We'll wait at the door."

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

Pini Zahavi was stunned, but immediately understood.

As the saying goes, if you lose a bet, you must accept the consequences. Given Abramovich's identity and status, he would never run away after losing the bet.

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

Abramovich's eyes flashed with anger, but he said with disdain: "What do you mean? I'll admit defeat. Just give him the two players he wants. You decide on this matter!"

Ron Gourlay on the side looked a little unnatural.

Why does it sound like, in the boss's mouth, these players in the team are just gifts that he can give away at will?

Are professional players really so worthless in the eyes of these capital tycoons?

"He won by chance this time, but he won't be so lucky next time!"

After saying this, Abramovich snorted coldly, waved his hand, and left cautiously with thirty black-clad bodyguards.

In order to avoid the attention of the media and reporters, the Russians deliberately chose the most remote corner exit, giving the impression of being fleeing in a panic.

Fortunately, he did not attract the attention of reporters until he got into the luxury car.

This also made him feel relieved as he was sitting in the car.

Damn it, if he was photographed by reporters, it would definitely be featured in the newspapers tomorrow, and he would be even more embarrassed.

"Drive faster!" he urged the driver in front.

Now I just want to escape from this place as soon as possible.

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

This scared him, and he turned around to look, only to find at least a dozen reporters standing outside the car, each of them pointing a telephoto lens at his car and taking a lot of photos.

"Go, go!" Abramovich was furious.

Where did this group of damn reporters come from? And how did they find him?

He had completely forgotten that with such a grand display and thirty black-clad bodyguards, how could he escape the eyes of those interested?

The group of reporters behind laughed as they watched Abramovich and his bodyguards' car speed away in a dusty state.

"Great, I got a picture of his face. Let's see what he has to say."

"This Russian is really stupid. He actually went through the most remote door."

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

"Haha, his side path just gave us the best material. The newspaper will definitely be a hot seller 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? Even you guys are here to film Abramovich's embarrassment?"

"No way? Even the Daily Mail reporter is here?"

"Are you here undercover?"

"Resemblance? Probably the same as us. Sales are king these days. Who kisses who?"

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

"Well, why don't we just send out the messages at the same time tomorrow to create some effect. This way we can hype it up 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 team locker room at St. Mary's Stadium, Southampton players were also shouting loudly.

Just now, Yang Huan came to the locker room to visit them and praised their performance in this game.

And asked them whether they should adjust the team's strategy and target the FA Cup championship.

As a result, as soon as he said it, all the players agreed in unison!

It can be seen that after this battle, everyone is full of confidence and ambition.

"Wow, everyone agrees?"

The players all nodded, "Yeah!"

"No one objects?"

The players all shook their heads.

Anyone who opposes at this time will be beaten. Only fools will oppose!

"It seems that I can't keep the two million pounds bonus!" Yang Huan said with a laugh.

When the players heard this, they cheered again.

"Two million pounds?"

"Master Huan, did I hear correctly?"

“Is there really a £2 million bonus for winning the FA Cup?”

Yang smiled and stretched out his hand to signal the players to be quiet. After everyone was silent, he continued.

"Yes, I have spoken to Nicola Cortes. We did not report the bonus for winning the FA Cup. Who would have guessed at the beginning of the season that we would have a chance to compete for the championship?"

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

"So, this time I have decided that if the team wins the championship, all of the FA Cup prize money will be awarded to the players. It will be about two million pounds. Anyway, the club will not take a penny. It will all be awarded to you and the coaching staff!"

When the players heard this, they were shocked.

"Great, two million pounds!"

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

"Oh my god, Master Huan is really generous!"

"No doubt about it. For the two million pounds bonus, for Master Huan, and for Southampton, in one word, let's fight!"

"Yes, we are real men. We are ready to fight!"

“We’ve tried our best!!”

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

Spiritual motivation alone is ineffective. People should be more realistic.

"Everyone, hurry up and take a shower and change your clothes. We're going to Wangjiang Pavilion to have a midnight snack!"

"Okay!" the players responded in unison.

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Charlene Lahri was standing in her office at St. Mary's Stadium. She could vaguely hear the response from the locker room coming from the corridor and found it amusing.

Don't be fooled by that guy's mischievous appearance, he is actually quite charismatic.

At least this group of Southampton players obey him.

Some people say it’s the effect of money. After all, no one doesn’t love money these days.

But the problem is, she has a feeling that even if there is no money now, these players are still willing to fight for him.

While she was still thinking, she saw Pini Zahavi walk in with a big grin on his face, smiling at everyone he saw.

"Hello, Miss Lahri!"

We 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, shook it lightly and then let go.

Pini Zahavi looked at his hands somewhat reluctantly, as if his fingers still retained the greasy touch of those delicate hands he had just held, leaving him with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

This woman is really a charming beauty!

Even if it's just hands, it's so touching!

"This game was very exciting, wasn't it?" Pini Zahavi laughed and tried to find a topic.

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

This is man's nature.

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

"Southampton played very well, Chelsea played well too, it's a shame to lose."

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

Pini Zahavi laughed awkwardly, "Those underground bookmakers in London are in big trouble. They all favored Chelsea before the game, but in the end..."

Although football betting is legal in the UK and there are local betting groups such as William Hill, there are also some underground bookmakers, and usually these underground bookmakers have certain connections with the underworld.

Charlene Lahiri noticed what Pini Zahavi said.

"Is it a big bet?" she asked.

It was a rare opportunity to find a topic that interested a beautiful woman, so Pini Zahavi immediately started talking about his personal work with a smile.

"Before the game, I spoke to a friend in London on the phone. The biggest underground bookmaker was probably going to lose tens of millions of pounds. If the previous game against Arsenal is included, I'm afraid the loss would be even greater."

At this point, Pini Zahavi sighed, "It's all because of greed!"

Generally speaking, the odds offered by underground bookmakers are based on the odds given by large conglomerates such as William Hill.

Theoretically, they cannot lose money, and it is even a sure win.

The strange thing is that they are too greedy and always want to make more, so they eat it themselves or gamble privately.

In this way, if the odds are high and an upset occurs, the loss will often be terrible.

"Southampton is really the mortal enemy of these underground bookmakers!" Pini Zahavi said jokingly.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.

But Charlene Lahiri noticed.

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

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

"Pini, where is Abramovich?" He was just thinking about showing off.

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

If you can take advantage of a wealthy man like Abramovich who ranks high on the Forbes rich list, it is not a derogatory term but a compliment.

At least that's what Yang Huan thought.

Pini Zahavi immediately laughed bitterly, "Master Huan, he...left first!"

"Leaving?"

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

Yang Huan knew that this was an excuse and curled his lips. He did not feel any regret. He just missed an opportunity to attack his opponent.

"Damn it, he really has no manners. He didn't even show up after losing the game. When you go to someone's house as a guest, you should say goodbye to the host before leaving. This is the most basic courtesy. Doesn't he understand?"

Everyone present wanted to laugh.

Everyone knows that if Young Master Huan had not won the game, he would have been waiting eagerly for Abramovich to come and say goodbye?

Isn't it just to add insult to injury and strike down the opponent?

Is it necessary to say it so righteously?

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

Yang Huan's words made many people present laugh again.

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

Even at the height of Russia's prosperity in history, they were still considered barbarians in the eyes of Europeans.

Even in the Russian royal palace at that time, if you didn't know a few words of French, you would be embarrassed to say hello to people.

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

Both sides are big customers, so it is inappropriate to say good things about either of them. It is best not to talk about it so as not to offend either side.

"Didn't I tell you just now? I just received a scout report today. There are several outstanding young players. I know Southampton is interested in young rookies recently. Would you like to take a look?"

As he said this, Pini Zahavi was about to hand over a document in his hand.

Yang Huan stretched out his hand and clapped it, but didn't take it.

"Pini, let's not talk about this for now. Come on, I'll treat you to a meal. Let's celebrate our victory first!"

Having said that, Yang Huan couldn't help but ask Pini Zahavi whether he was willing or not, and called everyone to go outside.

While walking, he was making phone calls and invited friends such as Cash Harris to come over.

He also asked Nicola Cortes to invite Terry Matthews, who had not left yet, to come.

The more he looked at Terry Matthews, the more he liked him. After all, he was a Southampton fan.