Chapter 189 Tremble, Manchester United!

"Zlatan, we are heading north to London tomorrow. Is there anything you want to say to the Saints fans?"

In front of Staplewood's training building, Charlene Lahri pointed the microphone at Ibrahimovic.

"I'm just answering like that? Do you want to pose?"

The Swedes feel that their look is not cool or stylish enough.

"No, just answer directly. We are in the newspaper, not on TV."

Charlene Lahiri was a little upset.

This team is a bunch of weirdos.

"Oh, but I still think that I should be more confident." Ibrahimovic said with a smile.

Behind him, a group of teammates immediately became dissatisfied and started to make a fuss.

"Zlatan, I think it would be cooler if you took off all your clothes and ran around naked!"

"Yes, I promise, if you dare to run naked, God will be moved by you."

"Show off those strong muscles and thousands of girls will be crazy about you!"

"No, I think Zlatan's pectoral muscles seem to be sagging now!"

"Drooping? No way?"

Ibrahimovic refused to listen to this.

"Who is drooping? You are the one who is drooping! Your whole family is drooping!"

As he said that, he pulled up his jersey, revealing a body of muscular tones, eight pack abs, and two big muscular lumps on his chest, so solid!

The male photographer who came with Charlene Lahiri had a drooling expression on his face.

So solid, so strong!

If this man is used for homosexuality, he would be the best!

After joining Southampton, the Swede did not rest on his laurels but worked harder in training.

Because he himself knows very well that age will become his biggest enemy.

Therefore, he must do his best to maintain his peak competitive form and help Southampton rise strongly.

This season he is the top scorer in the English League One and also the player with the most goals in the English League.

"Okay, okay, hurry up, tell me, I'm in a hurry!"

Charlene Lahiri knew that these guys were used to fooling around and that they had to be taken seriously.

Through her relationship with Yang Huan, she has a pretty good relationship with everyone in Southampton and gets an interview opportunity before every game.

This time it was the FA Cup final against Manchester United and both she and the Southern Echo attached great importance to pre-match interviews.

"Well, Manchester United is the champion, and we Southampton are also champions. We are both champions. We will use the final to prove that we are more valuable than Manchester United. To hell with Ferguson's treble!"

As soon as Ibrahimovic finished speaking, cheers came from behind him.

"Well, Zlatan, well said!"

"Yes, to hell with Ferguson's treble!"

"That's very well said. It will make Ferguson so mad!"

This season's Premier League is basically over, and there is no doubt that the championship belongs to Manchester United.

The real suspense is that in addition to winning the Premier League title, Manchester United also reached the finals of the FA Cup and the UEFA Champions League. Ferguson declared before the game that he would repeat Manchester United's treble miracle in 1999 in 2011.

Manchester United's treble that year included winning the league, FA Cup and Champions League.

That was also the only true treble in the history of the Premier League.

"Next!" Charlene Lahri felt Ibrahimovic's confidence and shouted with a laugh.

Following Ibrahimovic is the team's core player Neymar.

After joining Southampton, this Brazilian genius once performed relatively averagely, but as he gradually integrated into the team, his performance became better and better. Now he has become the team's second striker after Ibrahimovic.

"Please rest assured, all Saints fans, we will bring back the first Treble trophy in the club's history from London!"

After saying that, Neymar made a gesture that showed he was sure of victory.

This immediately brought him a round of applause.

Southampton also won the English Football League One and the English Football Championship this season.

As long as we win the FA Cup, it will be a treble.

"The little Red Devil won't have any chance in front of our great saint!" Vidal shouted loudly.

"Well, well said!"

"We must keep attacking, attacking, and attacking again, and use attack to destroy the Red Devils Manchester United!"

"We are the fearless saints, tremble, you Manchester United bastards!"

"Brave Southampton will crush cowardly Manchester United!"

The players were interviewed by Charlene Lahiri one after another, and their slogans were loud and clear.

From their shouts, Charlene Lahiri could feel a strong sense of confidence and fighting spirit.

After eliminating several Premier League teams including Arsenal and Chelsea, and defeating Bolton 5-0 away in the semi-finals, the Saints' confidence and fighting spirit have been raised to a higher level.

In August last year, the team started off with a losing streak. Who would have thought that it would be able to make it this far?

After the players were interviewed, they walked directly to the parking lot, got their cars, and went home.

"Almost."

After interviewing the last player, the day's work is almost over.

All that remains is for the newspaper to organize them, and these interviews will appear on the front page of tomorrow's headlines.

The Southern Echo will use this report to cheer for Southampton's Northern Expedition tomorrow at noon!

"Anything else missing?" asked Charlene Lahiri.

Assistants immediately began counting the players who were being interviewed.

"Paul Pogba, is there?" asked Charlene Lahiri.

This is a former Manchester United player. When he moved to Southampton a year ago, he was controversial.

"Yes, he played in the match against Bolton before, and now he has some injuries. I saw him in the medical room just now and asked him about it." A colleague replied immediately.

"Where's Ravel Morrison?" Charlene Lahri asked again.

This is a former Manchester United youth player who joined Manchester United at the age of seven and also moved to Southampton a year ago.

"It seems that there really isn't one, except for him."

Charlene Lahri confirmed again that there was indeed no Ravel Morrison.

"I thought I saw him walk out the door just now."

Charlene Lahiri listened and nodded, "Okay, you guys go back to the newspaper office and sort it out first. I know where he lives, I'll go look for him, and then I'll drive back by myself."

"How about I go with you?" the photographer suggested.

Charlene Lahiri shook her head and said, "No, I can go by myself. You all can go back now!"

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door, carrying a camera and her interview bag.

Ravelle Morrison is a well-known loner in Southampton. He is not sociable and can even be said to be a bit eccentric.

When he was in Manchester, he had many off-field incidents and was a well-known problem teenager.

After transferring to Southampton, he became quieter off the pitch, but his personality still hasn't become more positive.

But even Bielsa praised this player's football talent.

After Charlene Lahri ran out the door, she chased in the direction of Ravel Morrison's home.

She felt that today was a good opportunity to have a good talk with this young man.

Southampton's final match against Manchester United was again included in the match squad by Bielsa, so he should have some feelings about it.

Ravel Morrison was not yet eighteen years old. He did not live on his own, but rented a house from a fan near Staplewood, which was less than ten minutes' walk away.

Soon, Charlene Lahri caught up with the slowly walking Ravel Morrison.

"Hi, Ravel." Charlene Lahri chased after him and greeted him with a smile.

Ravel Morrison turned around and was surprised to see Charlene Lahri. "Hello, Ms. Lahri."

"I was just interviewing everyone and you slipped away," Charlene Lahiri joked.

She thought Ravel Morrison was a little strange today.

Although he was a bit withdrawn and had a strange personality before, he was rarely seen nervous.

But at this moment, his whole body seemed to be tense.

"I have something to do," said Ravel Morrison.

"I know, but please say a few words anyway!" Charlene Lahri smiled gently, "Besides, you will definitely have a chance to play tomorrow night, so please say a few words to our fans."

Ravel Morrison nodded and was about to speak when he heard a car alarm behind him.

When I turned around, I saw seven or eight people walking towards me.

The leader of them was kicking the cars parked on the side of the road for fun, kicking them one by one.

These cars kept sounding warnings.

But this group of people enjoy it.

"Who are these people?" Charlene Lahiri frowned.

Ravel Morrison looked at it and became even more nervous.

"Ms. Lahiri, please go ahead and I'll take care of it."

"What?" Charlene Lahiri didn't understand the situation.

"I said, you go first, I will take care of things here!"

Charlene Lahiri looked at Ravel Morrison, who was sweating with nervousness, and then looked at the group of thugs with afro hair and low-waisted pants across the street. She noticed something was wrong.

"What the hell is going on, Lavelle?"

As a reporter, she is not afraid of encountering thugs, and her sense of justice also prevents her from being easily timid.

Before Ravel Morrison could answer, the seven or eight people surrounded him.

"Long time no see, Ravel."

The guy who kicked the car was a scarred man in his thirties. When his eyes swept past Ravel Morrison and landed on Charlene Lahri, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Wow wow wow wow wow, I remember you, aren't you the..."

Seeing the scarred man pointing at her and hesitant to say his name, Charlene Lahiri took the initiative to introduce herself.

"I'm Charlene Lahri, football reporter."

She fearlessly glanced at the crowd of people with ill intentions. Her intuition told her that this group of people were coming for Ravel Morrison.

Is he here to seek revenge?

"Reporter?" Scarface Claire was a little surprised.

What he was going to do next was not a good thing. If it was leaked by the reporters, then...

"Boss Claire, this female reporter is from the BBC and the Southern Echo. She has a very good relationship with Southampton. I heard that she has a lot of influence on the new boss of Southampton." A blond-haired gangster came up to Scarface and whispered.

Scarface Claire's face darkened and he looked at Ravel Morrison.

"Ravel, I have contacted you several times since you went south, but you didn't reply to me. You are so brave!"

Ravel Morrison looked very nervous, with sweat all over his face and head. "Boss, I..."

"No need to explain. It doesn't matter. You are famous now, a professional star in Southampton. You earn a lot of money. How could you take us seriously?" Scarface Claire sneered.

"So, I will go south to find you in person."

Charlene Lahiri understood somewhat, but was also a little confused.

Why does it feel like Ravel Morrison was trying to avoid them, but they still came to him?

"You don't have to say anything now, just answer my question. Will you help the boss or not?"

busy?

What help?

Charlene Lahri immediately looked at Ravel Morrison.

The latter's legs were shaking.

This kid who seems fearless and has a weird personality on weekdays is actually trembling with fear?

Wait, Boss?!

Could it be the boss in London?

When she thought of this, Charlene Lahri suddenly panicked.