Chapter 842 Don't be too happy, Master

"What, a bet?"

When Nasser heard this, he immediately shook his head like a rattle. Only a fool would make a bet with Young Master Huan.

It’s not that Young Master Huan has no gambling character. On the contrary, Young Master Huan has very good gambling character and is willing to accept defeat.

It's just that Young Master Huan never makes bets without any confidence, so if you bet with him, you basically lose more than you win.

When he didn't see Abramovich of Chelsea, he made a bet with Master Huan and almost lost his money.

So, who would be willing to gamble with Young Master Huan for no reason?

It's not like you're crazy, right?

"Tsk, are you really that timid? You are in the lead now, can you show some spirit of a leader?"

Yang Huan glared at Nasser indignantly. It would be boring to watch the game without taking a gamble.

Then he turned to look at Hamad, "Hey, little prince of the Middle East, you don't have the courage, do you?"

"Hey, Master Huan, who said I don't have courage? I..."

"Then stop talking nonsense. If you have the guts, just go ahead and make a bet. What do you think we should bet on?"

"I..." Hamad was depressed. I haven't finished speaking yet, okay?

He looked at Nasser for help again, but the latter had an expression that said, "I know nothing, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, I'm just concentrating on watching the game." Hamad almost went crazy.

"Okay, Master Huan, what do you want to bet on?" Hamad was at a loss, and hung his head like a defeated rooster.

"Don't you have a player named Emre Can from Tottenham Hotspur who is on loan to Hamburg? Bet on him!"

"Is there such a person?" Hamad frowned. Why didn't he remember him?

I feel like he is not a big deal, so it shouldn't matter.

If Van Gaal really valued him, why would he loan him out?

"Okay, Master Huan, if I lose, that's called..."

"Emre Can!" Yang Huan said again.

“Oh, yes, Emre Can, I’ll sell it to you!”

“It’s not selling, it’s giving!”

"Give it away?" Hamad felt a little painful. Wasn't this too big of a gamble?

But think about it, our situation is very good now, we are playing at home, and we are leading by one goal, how can we not win?

Besides, Master Huan has indeed been unlucky in recent times.

Just recently, during the International Champions Cup, he lost three games in a row and directly lost three of the latest Aston Martin Lagonda Submariners. He really regretted it.

At first they were still regretting that they had made a small bet with Young Master Huan!

Now, the opportunity has come, so let’s take it. Maybe Young Master Huan has been unlucky recently, so I can make a fortune.

"Master Huan, why don't you take out Hazard to gamble?"

"Hazard?" Yang Huan almost dropped his jaw in shock, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Hamad changed, as if to say, you are so good, you have an Emre Can, do you want to exchange him for Hazard?

"You're so beautiful!"

"Master Huan, I haven't finished yet. I don't want you to give it to me, just sell it!"

"No, Hazard can't gamble!"

"Then Toni Kroos, if I win, I will pay the original price of 60 million pounds and take him away!"

"You wish. No, change another one!"

"Then Suarez can do it, right?"

"Damn it, that won't work. He is the absolute main force. That won't work!"

"Then who can do it?" Hamad wanted to cry. I don't even want you to give it to me, I only want you to sell it. You can't do this or that. What do you want?

Yang Huan thought about it and it seemed that there were really not many people who could do it.

Right now, Southampton's first team consists of either their prime players or young youngsters. How could they be traded?

Just like Prowse, that guy is quite smart. Yang Huan has met him several times and had a good impression of him. He is also a youth trainee of the Saints since he was young and he has some feelings for him. He is also called the second Beckham. How can he be replaced?

The one with the least feelings is probably the 18-year-old midfielder Ali who was brought in from Milton this season. He was introduced by Martin Hunter at the St. George's youth training base, but the scout system has a very high opinion of him. He is also playing in the English League Two with the youth team now, so...

After thinking about it, it seems that there really isn’t...wait, there is!

"Hey, Hamad, if you win, I'll give you Cesar!"

"Cesar?" Hamad was stunned.

"Yes, that's him. I'm a loyal guy. You traded a rookie for a Brazilian goalkeeper. You made a fortune!"

Oh my God, Master Huan, aren’t you too shameless?

Yes, Cesar is the goalkeeper of Brazil, but how old is he?

One foot has stepped into the threshold of retirement, okay?

You're going to trade an old goalkeeper who's about to retire for a young and talented rookie?

This... If I make a deal like this, my dad will kill me!

Nasser, who was standing aside, was watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He was secretly wiping the cold sweat in his heart. Fortunately, he did not gamble with Young Master Huan just now.

I heard that he is also interested in Lucas Moura and Matuidi. If I bet with him, he will also exchange Cesar, then I... cough, so, don't be too happy, young master!

Yang Huan also noticed Hamad's expression. "Hey, Hamad, you looked so confident just now. Since you've already won, why are you still arguing? I'm at a disadvantage now, so you have to give me some ground, right?"

Uh... can you still say that?

Hamad thought about it, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and said, okay, let Cesar be Cesar.

Don’t the Chinese have a saying? Oh, by the way, no matter how small a mosquito is, it’s still meat.

Being able to dig a piece of meat from Young Master Huan's hands is an honor, isn't it?

"Okay, I'll make a bet with you. Let's make it a deal!"

Yang Huan nodded, "Okay, continue watching the game."

There is indeed a bet involved. It is really nervous and scary to watch the game.

As soon as Yang Huan and Hamad started gambling, they immediately became excited.

When the game reached a crucial moment, the two started shouting.

However, after Paris Saint-Germain scored a goal, the situation of the game gradually opened up.

Koeman immediately made some fine-tuning to the team's tactics and Monaco launched a crazy counterattack.

First, Fekir was fouled by Maxwell when he was dribbling the ball on the right, but the referee turned a blind eye, which made Yang Huan very angry.

Then Biglia passed the ball to Mitrovic who was outside the penalty area. The Serbian center forward knocked the ball back, Kondogbia came in from behind, received the ball in front of the penalty area, and shot directly with a powerful shot.

But the shot went just slightly over the crossbar.

However, Paris Saint-Germain quickly changed its color.

In a quick counterattack, Ibrahimovic grabbed the first point and passed it back to Matuidi.

The French midfielder passed the ball to Pastore on the left and made a diagonal pass into the penalty area. Lucas Moura got the ball in front of the small penalty area, but his final shot went astray.

This close shot missed the target, which almost drove Hamad crazy in the stands.

"No way? This guy can't even score a goal like this. What's he doing?"

Looking at the posture of the little prince from the Middle East, it seems that he wants to rush into the stadium and twist Lucas Moura's head off and use it as a stool. Isn't that too outrageous?

Master Huan was sitting on the sidelines, laughing. "So you don't understand football. You didn't notice that Marquinhos was already sticking to him. He probably didn't have a chance to adjust the angle. Do you understand?"

Hamad curled his lips and said reluctantly, "Humph, there is still a chance anyway!"

That's true.

Monaco did expose a lot of problems in this game.

The midfield and front court were better, especially the midfield, where the pressure was quite effective, which had a lot to do with the fact that the midfield set had not been moved.

Although there were some problems in the frontcourt, it was obvious that after the warm-up match, they had initially established a tacit understanding.

Only this pair of central defenders.

Taking them individually, both Marquinhos and Abdenur have outstanding defensive abilities.

Although Abdulnour is tall, he is very flexible, strong and fast. He can handle it whether he faces a center forward like Ibrahimovic or Lucas Moura on the wing.

There is no need to say much about Marquinhos. He has been compared by many professionals with Thiago Silva on the other side of the court.

But unfortunately, when these two central defenders are together, problems tend to arise because they lack tacit understanding.

Should Koeman consider stabilizing the defense?

Yang Huan was a little worried. If they continued playing like this, there would be a great risk of losing the ball.

Because Paris Saint-Germain's defense also performed equally well, especially Thiago Silva and David Ruiz. The two almost did not need to re-establish their tacit understanding and could just plug and play.

As if he heard the call in Yang Huan's heart, Coman actually made adjustments on the sidelines.

Monaco's midfield stopped pressing forward and instead consciously retreated to stabilize the defense.

This move undoubtedly boosted the morale of Paris Saint-Germain, who were playing at home. They began to gradually invest more manpower in the offense, hoping to deal a painful blow to their number one rival for the title in the first game of the league.

If we can inflict a crushing defeat on Monaco in the opening match, we will undoubtedly have one less strong rival on the road to the championship.

And the fans at the Parc des Princes obviously had the same idea and were shouting very loudly.

But strangely, after Paris Saint-Germain began to dominate the situation, the threat they could create disappeared.

Yang Huan was sitting in the stands and saw clearly that when Paris Saint-Germain attacked their own half, Kondogbia and Biglia basically retreated to the front of the defense line to provide protection.

Koeman's move is obviously to lure Paris Saint-Germain out and then launch a counterattack.

"Now it's getting interesting!" Yang Huan laughed.

The tactical confrontation in football matches has always been to use one's strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

When Monaco's defense line is not well coordinated, it is obviously inappropriate for them to rush out to attack against a center forward like Ibrahimovic.

Of course, being too conservative is not a good idea either, because if the defense line is too far back, Ibrahimovic will pose a great threat.

How to strike this balance depends on Koeman's own choice.

As it turned out, after Coman's adjustment, the main area where the two sides competed for the ball was concentrated from Monaco's 30-meter area to the center line. In many cases, Monaco would even press the defense line to the front of the 30-meter area.

If the midfield does not press forward, the front line retreats, and the back line does not retreat, then the entire formation will be flattened.

In this case, Paris Saint-Germain's option is to use the flanks to tear open Monaco's defense.

With Pastore preferring to organize on the left, the biggest weapon is the speedy winger Lucas Moura on the right.

So, as soon as Monaco made adjustments, Lucas Moura got more opportunities on the right.

Koeman was obviously prepared and asked left-back Kurzawa to stabilize the defense more.

This left-back, who was just selected for the French national team because of his outstanding performance in Monaco, is still quite trustworthy when he concentrates on defense.

More importantly, his role is not just defense.

When Kabaye wanted to pass the ball to Lucas Moura on the right again, Kurzawa suddenly accelerated, rushed out from the side, and intercepted the ball before Lucas Moura.

It would have been fine if he had just intercepted the ball, but the French left-back actually took a big stride forward with the ball and sounded the clarion call for a counterattack right on the spot.

In the frontcourt, Carrasco raised his hand to ask for the ball, obviously ready