Chapter 65 Go Forward, Saints!

"You guys at Southampton have been in the limelight recently. Bielsa is a very capable head coach. The current predicament is only temporary. I believe we will be able to get out of it soon. By then, Southampton is bound to make a big splash!"

Howard Wilkinson is very confident about Southampton.

With Southampton's current lineup, let alone in the English League One, even in the English Championship, it is the undisputed strongest champion. Coupled with Bielsa's coaching ability, it would be unreasonable if this Southampton is not strong.

Yang Huan sat beside him, crossed his legs, and laughed, "Football matches are hard to predict. Winning or losing is unknown. Who dares to say they will win?"

"Then why did you bet such a big amount with them?" Wilkinson was a little confused about Yang Huan.

Let’s not talk about anyone else, let’s just talk about John Huntel’s half a million pounds.

Perhaps to the rich, this amount of money is nothing, but for many white-collar workers in London, their annual salary is only 30,000 to 40,000 pounds, and taxes have to be deducted, so 500,000 pounds is equivalent to the result of several years of hard work and no food or drink for them.

"Is it a big bet?" Yang Huan shook his head and laughed, "I actually hope they bet a bigger amount."

"So confident?" Wilkinson was a little surprised.

Yang Huan nodded, "We must send all our main players to play in this game. If we lose, everyone will have to walk back to Southampton!"

Wilkinson was stunned for a moment, then he started laughing. Southampton, which sent out all its main players, did have a certain chance of winning.

While Yang Huan was talking to Wilkinson, Zhang Ning finally finished all the things Yang Huan had asked him to do. Amid the ferocious gazes of a group of men, he walked slowly to the seat next to Yang Huan and sat down.

"It's all done." Zhang Ning said in a low voice, "A total of 1.65 million pounds was collected."

"Wow, that's a lot." Yang Huan was a little surprised by the number.

It comes down to almost 20 million RMB, not much, but not less either.

"Are you really confident?" Zhang Ning was a little worried for him.

The bet is on goal difference, that is, if Southampton draws or loses by one goal, Yang Huan will lose 1.65 million pounds, but if Southampton loses by two goals, Yang Huan will lose 3.3 million pounds, and so on.

Although the possibility of a major collapse of Southampton is low, it is a fact that Southampton has been in poor form in recent times.

"Risks and opportunities are the same. The greater the risk, the greater the opportunity. I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?" Yang Huan looked at Zhang Ning with a smile. The girl's frightened look was quite pitiful, and also had a unique and moving charm.

Sometimes when I think about it, I really can't help but want to eat her.

But every time, Yang Huan held back.

As the saying goes, if love between two people is long-lasting, it does not matter if they are together day and night.

What Yang Huan wants is a long-lasting relationship, not a one-time affair.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Ning couldn't help but recall the night at the Languifang Bar in Longhai City more than a month ago.

The gamble between Yang Huan and Liu Mingwei gave her an extremely deep impression of Yang Huan for the first time, especially his self-confidence. Even now, she still remembers it vividly.

A month passed.

For some people, a month seems very short and passes in a flash.

But for Zhang Ning, the past month has been the most colorful month in her life.

Because in this month, she did many things that she had never done in her life, and even dared not to think about.

For example, she drove a Lamborghini in the busiest downtown area of ​​Longhai City without any crash or scratches.

Also, she was once a top student, but was now kept by a wealthy second-generation rich man.

More importantly, she was slowly developing a dependence on and feelings for Yang Huan from her initial helpless resistance.

She didn't know how long her psychological defenses could last?

Or maybe her so-called psychological defenses are no longer there.

"Sun Yue!" Yang Huan waved his hands behind him.

Sun Yue immediately leaned over from behind and said, "Master Huan, what can I do for you?"

"The players have returned to the locker room after warming up. Tell them that they must win this game. Cancel the reward I arranged before and replace it with a new one. For every goal win over Charlton, I will give out 500,000 pounds to reward everyone!"

"Five hundred thousand pounds?" Sun Yue was shocked by Yang Huan's generosity.

"Go!" Yang Huan waved his hand.

Sun Yue immediately suppressed his excitement and hurried away from the podium.

But in my mind I was thinking, why the hell am I not a professional player?

Five hundred thousand pounds for one ball!

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Outside the home team locker room at Valley Field.

Bradley Wright-Phillips was stopped outside the locker room door.

He recognized that this man was a rich second-generation man from London, who had always been hanging out with a man named John Hunter.

"Master John asked me to inform you that you should try your best to score goals in the game. For every goal you score, Master John will reward you 10,000 pounds privately!" said the lackey with a grin.

In fact, John Hunter said 20,000, but he cut off 10,000 in the middle as a commission.

"Ten thousand pounds?" Bradley Wright Phillips was surprised.

His monthly salary is not even that much.

"Yes, it will be redeemed after the game, so you have to work harder in the game and score more goals. If you can score a few more goals, don't be timid. Master John might be happy and give you more bonuses!"

Wright-Phillips nodded vigorously, "I understand. Don't worry. Southampton's two central defenders, one is tall and clumsy, the other is young and inexperienced. I have them all ready!"

"Okay, with your words, Master John and I feel relieved!" After saying that, he turned and left.

Bradley Wright-Phillips let out a long sigh. He is a Manchester City player and the younger brother of former England international right winger Wright Phillips. Although they are brothers, one is an international player while the other has been playing in low-level leagues for a long time. Their situations are worlds apart.

Now, Bradley Wright-Phillips wants to score more goals for Southampton, earn more money, and gain more fame. Maybe he will have the opportunity to play in the Championship or even the Premier League in the future.

"Southampton? You're dead!"

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The visiting team locker room at The Valley.

Luis Borini stood in the middle of the locker room, his sharp eyes scanning every player.

Bielsa had just finished arranging the team's tactics and was standing aside.

Usually, the team's task of encouraging players is left to Luis Borini, while Bielsa focuses on the tactical level.

"Master Huan just sent someone to notify you."

As soon as Yang Huan was mentioned, the locker room suddenly became noisy and everyone started talking.

"Master Huan said that all the rewards promised before are cancelled!"

"What? Cancel?"

"How is that possible? Master Huan is not that kind of person!"

"Yes, Master Huan always keeps his word. Why would he cancel the reward we promised?"

"Is there something wrong?"

As soon as Louis Borini finished speaking, everyone was surprised.

The Argentine old man raised his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"You heard it right. Master Huan said that the previous reward was cancelled and he drafted a new reward."

Everyone then understood and suppressed their curiosity, looking at Luis Borini with concern.

"We not only have to win this game, but also win beautifully and win big. Therefore, Master Huan's reward will be based on goal difference. For every goal we score more than Charlton, Master Huan will reward us with 500,000 pounds!"

“Wow!!!”

The whole locker room suddenly went wild!

Half a million pounds?

Everyone looked at Luis Borini in amazement.

Is this true?

Is it true that one more goal difference means an extra 500,000 pounds?

Oh my god, this world is going crazy!

Even if Ibrahimovic's annual salary is 12 million euros, a bonus of 500,000 pounds is very attractive to him, because after conversion, he can at least get 20,000 to 30,000 pounds.

"We have all seen that the team is not doing well. There are a lot of doubts about Southampton from outside. The club is under tremendous pressure from top to bottom. Master Huan has made up his mind to break this pressure at all costs and break through the dilemma and bottleneck the team is currently facing!"

As Luis Borini spoke again, everyone in the locker room seemed a little excited.

"I know that we are all professional players and playing football is a profession, but everyone should ask themselves, how has the team treated you since you came to Southampton? How has Master Huan treated you?"

Everyone was in deep thought.

They all had to admit that Southampton treated them very well, and Yang Huan treated them like guests of honor.

"We all have feelings. Even if this is a job, we all have to demonstrate our professional ethics. Shouldn't we repay the club and Master Huan for their kindness to us with practical actions and performance?"

"Not to mention the huge reward of 500,000 pounds per goal, even if there is no such reward, we will try our best to beat Charlton and wipe out the doubts of the outside world about us!"

"Because, we are the Saints, Southampton!"

As Luis Borini finished speaking, his voice was a little hoarse, and the emotions of everyone in the locker room were aroused, and everyone was infected by his voice and emotions.

“We are Southampton!”

"Kill Charlton!"

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“Bang… bang… bang… bang… bang… bang…”

Accompanied by the sound of inspiring drums, one side of the Valley Stadium was occupied by the red and white Southampton fans.

Everyone in the stands was infected by the thunderous drumbeats, and their emotions were aroused by it.

Harry stood in front of the aisle of seats, and sang the first sentence of the Southampton team song loudly accompanied by the sound of drums. He raised his hands above his head and waved them vigorously, directing the singing of all the more than 4,000 Saints fans who came to the away game.

"Gomarchingin..." Some people began to sing loudly along with Harry.

More and more people began to sing the team song loudly.

In the end, the singing of more than 4,000 Southampton fans merged into one, forming an incredibly spectacular chorus.

This song was adapted from an old song and was called "Forward, Saints!" by Southampton fans. The lyrics only consist of a few lines, which are repeated over and over again. However, the melody of the whole song is very brisk and has a strong sense of rhythm. Accompanied by the rumbling drums and everyone working together, it creates a strong momentum.

This momentum was like a mountain torrent, pouring down from the stands of the Valley Stadium and sweeping across the entire green field.

The players of Southampton and Charlton stood in their own half, waiting for the game to start.

Ibrahimovic stood in the center circle, with Neymar standing next to him.

The two men looked at Charlton's defensive formation and discussed what to do after the game started.

The referee was 47-year-old Andrew DeUrso, who had always been refereeing matches in lower-level leagues. At this moment, he stood in the center circle as if facing a formidable enemy, with the silver whistle held tightly in his mouth.

How about you guys looking at your left hand?"

Everyone was in deep thought.

They all had to admit that Southampton treated them very well, and Yang Huan treated them like guests of honor.

"We all have feelings. Even if this is a job, we all have to demonstrate our professional ethics. Shouldn't we repay the club and Master Huan for their kindness to us with practical actions and performance?"

"Not to mention the huge reward of 500,000 pounds per goal, even if there is no such reward, we will try our best to beat Charlton and wipe out the doubts of the outside world about us!"

"Because, we are the Saints, Southampton!"

As Luis Borini finished speaking, his voice was a little hoarse, and the emotions of everyone in the locker room were aroused, and everyone was infected by his voice and emotions.

“We are Southampton!”

"Kill Charlton!"

…………

…………

“Bang… bang… bang… bang… bang… bang…”

Accompanied by the sound of inspiring drums, one side of the Valley Stadium was occupied by the red and white Southampton fans.

Everyone in the stands was infected by the thunderous drumbeats, and their emotions were aroused by it.

Harry stood in front of the aisle of seats, and sang the first sentence of the Southampton team song loudly accompanied by the sound of drums. He raised his hands above his head and waved them vigorously, directing the singing of all the more than 4,000 Saints fans who came to the away game.

"Gomarchingin..." Some people began to sing loudly along with Harry.

More and more people began to sing the team song loudly.

In the end, the singing of more than 4,000 Southampton fans merged into one, forming an incredibly spectacular chorus.

This song was adapted from an old song and was called "Forward, Saints!" by Southampton fans. The lyrics only consist of a few lines, which are repeated over and over again. However, the melody of the whole song is very brisk and has a strong sense of rhythm. Accompanied by the rumbling drums and everyone working together, it creates a strong momentum.

This momentum was like a mountain torrent, pouring down from the stands of the Valley Stadium and sweeping across the entire green field.

The players of Southampton and Charlton stood in their own half, waiting for the game to start.

Ibrahimovic stood in the center circle, with Neymar standing next to him.

The two men looked at Charlton's defensive formation and discussed what to do after the game started.

The referee was 47-year-old Andrew DeUrso, who had always been refereeing matches in lower-level leagues. At this moment, he stood in the center circle as if facing a formidable enemy, with the silver whistle held tightly in his mouth.

Looking at left hand