Read Top football club - Chapter 68: Playing the Hooligan

Chapter 68: Playing the Hooligan

The more John Hunter looked, the more he felt something was wrong, and the more restless he became.

The first half ended with a score of 4:0, and Southampton was almost certain to win.

But in the second half, the team from the south coast showed no intention of stopping and was determined to beat the home team Charlton to death. The momentum seemed as if they treated Charlton as their mortal enemy.

Soon, Southampton scored two goals in the second half. Ibrahimovic scored a hat-trick and Adam Lallana also scored a goal, which quickly expanded the total score to 6:0.

At this point, John Hunter finally couldn't sit still anymore.

He bet five hundred thousand pounds and now lost six goals, which means he lost a total of three million pounds.

Considering their family's total assets of over 100 million pounds, it is indeed not a lot.

But the problem is, he has no money to pay back!

They are afraid that they can’t even raise 500,000 pounds, so where would 3 million pounds come from?

The group of rich second-generations around John Hunter had the same idea.

There are usually only one or two goals in a football match, so three goals is considered a lot.

So when they placed the bet, they were all encouraged by John Hunter to go all out and bet their entire fortunes.

But now, after losing six goals, how can they afford to pay back?

"Master John, what should we do now?" A follower came over and asked with a sad face.

John Hunter looked along the aisle and found that Yang Huan and Wilkinson were sitting in the middle. They didn't seem to notice them. He felt relieved and had a glimmer of hope. "What should we do? Let's go first."

"Leave?" Someone was scared, "But we signed a note."

"What are you afraid of?" John Huntel decided to start playing rogue. "This is Britain, not China. What if we sign the note? Can he eat us up?"

Everyone thought, yes, this is Britain, how dare he, a foreigner, do anything to them?

Besides, if they run back home first, this Chinese guy is unfamiliar with the place and may not be able to find them.

If this really goes to court, they will be considered underground gambling, which is not legal at all.

The so-called legalization of football betting in the UK refers to formal channels, but theirs is not a formal channel.

"Yes, he is also the owner of Southampton. The owner of the Saints gambles on football. If this gets really serious, let's see who will be in trouble!"

"That's right, why didn't I think of that?"

"Master John is really smart. He has already thought of this trick. It seems that we are invincible!"

Being flattered by his followers, John Hunter felt more and more proud. He laughed and waved his hand, "Let's go first and ignore them."

"Okay, let's go first!"

At the call, a dozen or so people all stood up, but they dared not be too ostentatious for fear of waking up Yang Huan who was in the stands far away.

But just as they were about to leave, they found someone blocking the aisle.

"Everyone, sit back down!" Long Wu spread out his hands and blocked the two rows of aisles.

"Our Master Huan said, none of you can leave!"

John Hunter felt guilty, as he had not expected that the other party had been prepared. But when he saw that Long Wu was alone, he became anxious and asked, "Why did you leave us here?"

Long Wu stared at the rich second generation with sharp eyes. He had disliked this guy for a long time.

Both of them are second-generation rich people, but Master Huan is tall, rich and handsome, while this guy looks short, fat and ugly no matter how you look at him.

"Just rely on my fist!" As Long Wu said this harsh words, he clenched his fists, making a crackling sound from the joints.

"Don't blame me for saying it in advance. If anyone dares to leave his seat without permission, I will throw him out of here."

When he said this, all the rich second generations were scared.

Rich people are usually afraid of death, especially the second generation of rich people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. How could they bear to die?

"I count to three, and whoever is still standing, I'll cut him down!"

After saying that, Long Wu didn't care what these guys were thinking and started counting.

“One…two…”

Before the number three was called, all the guys had already run back and were sitting straighter than elementary school students.

"Damn it, you coward!" Long Wu cursed.

He actually hoped that someone would come through so that he could give him a good beating.

Come to think of it, he hasn't beaten anyone for a long time, and he hasn't competed with anyone for a long time, so he feels itchy.

…………

Southampton eventually defeated Charlton 8-0 away at the Valley Stadium.

This overwhelming victory not only created the biggest victory in the English League One in the past few years, but also was Southampton's most amazing victory in recent years.

All the more than 4,000 Saints fans who followed the team to the away game were crazy with joy.

After the game, the team, led by captain Adam Lallana, thanked the fans who came with the team.

Harry was in the stands, beating the drums vigorously and leading a group of fans to sing and cheer.

Defeating a strong enemy with eight goals, the victory in this game not only demonstrated Southampton's powerful offensive firepower, but also showed Southampton's sexy and gorgeous offensive football to all fans for the first time.

While the players were receiving cheers from the fans, Yang Huan was in the stands, accepting Wilkinson's congratulations.

Charlton's chairman Murray was unhappy because his team lost, and even felt that Southampton did not take the home team's face into consideration. They just kept bombarding and scored eight goals against Charlton, which made him a little dissatisfied.

But these cannot be written on one's face, one can only keep them in one's heart and look for an opportunity to take revenge.

Yang Huan didn't take these things to heart. He was in a very good mood because the team and he also won the game.

After saying goodbye to Wilkinson and Murray, Yang Huan, accompanied by Zhang Ning, Nicola Cortes, Sun Yue and others, walked up to John Hunter and others, and nodded to everyone, making sure no one was missed.

Nodding at Long Wu with appreciation, Yang Huan turned to look at John Hunter.

"Eight goals, that's four million, Master John, thank you very much!"

A total of 1.65 million pounds was collected, which means that Yang Huan has now earned 13.2 million pounds.

If you think about it carefully, it’s not much, not even enough to buy a Neuer or Vidal.

Barely enough to pay Ibrahimovic's salary.

Well, why didn’t you bet bigger just now?

Betting five million is really fun.

John Hunter wanted to kill Yang Huan now. In all his years in London, when had he ever been insulted like this? Not to mention being asked to pay his debt in front of a foreigner.

But there is a saying that goes, when you are poor, you have to pay your debts. If you don’t have money to pay, you have to act like a grandson.

"Isn't it just four million? No problem. I don't have that much cash on me right now. Give me your bank account number and I'll transfer the money to you later!" John Hunter said with a smile.

He looked as if he didn't care about the four million at all.

"Yes, give us an account number and we will transfer the money to your account later."

"I'll give you the one million pounds some other day!"

His group of little followers all agreed with what he said.

Who would bring millions to the streets for no reason?

After hearing this, Yang Huan laughed and stared at John Hunter and the others, "But I don't trust you, what should I do?"

John Hunter's smiling face froze. "Who... who am I? Are you afraid that I will default on my debt?"

"Yes, I'm just afraid that you'll default on your debt. Who can I ask for the money then?"

Yang Huan is not stupid. There is no legal protection for gambling on football. Who knows if these guys will act like scoundrels and just run away without a trace? Who can he cry to?

Liu Mingwei knew me inside and out at the beginning, but he was still afraid that I would default on my debt.

This shows that such matters still need to be settled face to face.

John Hunter was at a loss for words and simply spread his hands. "Then you can look for yourself. I don't have any money anyway."

Yang Huan had expected this, so he wasn't angry. He smiled and found a place to sit down, "Then let's wait a little longer."

John Hunter and others couldn't figure out what Yang Huan was thinking.

But since he said he wanted to wait, then let's wait.

So the group of people had no choice but to sit down again.

About five minutes later, a fat man, sweating profusely, was seen walking out of the elevator quickly.

"Master Huan, here I come!" Cash Harris said breathlessly.

As soon as Yang Huan saw the investment consultant from the City of London, he clapped his hands on his thighs, stood up and went to meet him.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Kesh."

Cash Harris was breathing heavily, but he didn't dare to show any disrespect to Yang Huan. You know, Yang Huan "spent" more than 100 million euros in the transfer market this summer, but all of them were operated through his funds, and he also made a lot of money from it.

There is no need to say more about the increase in fame and influence.

"Master Huan, what are you talking about? If you say a word, I will go through fire and water for you. No question about it!" Cash Harris was very righteous.

Yang Huan did not try to guess what he meant by saying this. To him, as long as this person was trustworthy, that was enough.

"Kash, I'm in some trouble."

"Trouble? What trouble?" Cash Harris glanced at John Hunter and others. He knew John Hunter. When the Hunter family bought shares in Charlton, it was he who personally handled it.

In addition, there were some others he knew, or some who had business dealings with the families behind them.

John Huntel and the others also knew Cash Harris. The City of London was so small, who didn't know this all-powerful little fat guy? Even if they had never met him, they had at least seen him in the newspaper, right?

As soon as they saw Cash Harris coming, they all thought to themselves that they were doomed.

"They just bet with me, we signed a contract, and I won, but they just threw up their hands, took off their pants, and said they had no money!"

When Cash Harris heard this, he was secretly happy. Isn't this clearly a hooligan act?

Looking at John Hunter again, he laughed in his heart. If old Mr. Hunter knew about this, this kid would probably be in great trouble. You know, the Hunter family is famous for its strict family education.

It’s okay if you lose money, but if people know that you lost money and still want to deny it, that would be a huge shame.

The Huntel family prides itself on being a prominent family in London and would never allow such a thing to happen.

"Master Huan, they are all well-known wealthy children in London. They should not default on their debts."

Yang Huan hummed, "If the number is small, I believe it won't happen, but if the number is large..."

After hearing this, Cash Harris' eyelids jumped, "Master Huan, are you betting big?"

Yang walked over with a laugh. He was a winner now, so naturally he had to hold his head high, straighten his chest, and shrink his belly.

He walked over and pointed at John Hunter, "Master John has bet five hundred thousand pounds."

"Oh, five hundred thousand pounds, not much," Cash Harris replied.

"But he lost eight balls," Yang added with a smile.

"Eight balls...what? Lost eight balls?" Cash Harris reacted and lost his voice.

John Hunter lowered his head, his face full of shame and annoyance. Why did he get so carried away just now?

"Five hundred thousand for one goal, eight goals is four million pounds."

Cash Harris looked at John Hunter in disbelief. Four million pounds? How big of a spendthrift must one be to do such a thing?

John Hunter was full of regret. Who knew he would lose by eight balls?

"As for the others, all of them bet a total of 1.15 million pounds and lose eight goals. You can do the math yourself."

When Cash Harris heard this, he almost fell down on the seat in the stands.

There is no need to say more about the improvement in sound power.