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Abramovich said with a cold face, fearing that he might be able to scrape off a thick layer of frost.
Pinizahavi knew that he was in a bad mood, and did not dare to be careless.
He waited carefully and waited aside.
When he heard his name being called, he immediately approached him, "Roman."
"I'm leaving first," Abramovich said solemnly.
Walk Pinizahavi's mind was spinning quickly and he thought of it immediately.
Abramovich was afraid that Yang Huan would come to visit him, and he would feel even more embarrassed when the time came.
Therefore, as soon as the game ended, he immediately wanted to run away.
"Okay."
Pinizahavi nodded, "You go down the stairs, and I'll drive to the parking lot outside.
Let's wait at the door."
"No" Abramovich stopped him, "You stay" Pinizahavi was stunned for a moment, but he understood immediately.
As the saying goes, he is willing to accept defeat.
With Abramovich's identity and status, he cannot do the kind of thing of running away if he loses the bet.
"Then what would you say if he asked?"
Abramovich's eyes flashed with anger, but he said with disdain: "How do you say you are willing to admit defeat?
It depends on which two players he wants, just give them to him.
You can make up your mind on this matter."
Ron Gurley on the side looked a little unnatural.
Why, from the boss's point of view, this group of players on the team seems to be gifts that he can give away casually.
Are professional players really so worthless in the eyes of these capital tycoons?
"He won by chance this time.
He will definitely not be so lucky next time."
After finishing speaking, Abramovich snorted coldly, waved his hand, and left cautiously with thirty bodyguards in black.
In order to avoid the attention of the media and reporters, the Russians specially chose the most remote corner exit, which gave them a feeling of running away.
Fortunately, he did not attract the attention of reporters until he got into the luxury car.
This also made him breathe a sigh of relief while sitting in the car.
Damn it, if he is photographed by a reporter, he will be featured in the newspaper tomorrow, and his face will be even more humiliated.
"Drive quickly," he urged the driver in front of him.
Now I just want to escape from this place.
But just when Abramovich turned around to urge the driver, a dazzling light suddenly flashed next to him.
This startled him, and he turned around to look over, only to find at least a dozen reporters standing outside the car, all of them pointing their long-tube lenses at his car and taking pictures.
"Let's go, let's go," Abramovich said furiously.
Where did these damn reporters come from and how did they discover him?
He completely forgot that his grand ostentation and thirty bodyguards in black could escape the eyes of these caring people.
Seeing the cars of Abramovich and his bodyguards speeding away in disgrace, the group of reporters behind burst into laughter.
"That's great.
We got a full picture of his face.
Let's see what else he has to say."
"This Russian is so stupid that he actually walked 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, he went astray and gave us the best material.
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The newspaper will 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" "Damn it, aren't you guys pro-Chelsea?
You even came to film Abramovich's embarrassment?"
"No way, even reporters from the Daily Mail are here."
"You're not here to be an undercover, are you?"
"Does it look like it?
It's probably just like us.
Sales are king these days.
Whoever kisses who?"
"That's right.
Abramovich may be very embarrassed this time."
"Hey, why not, let's send the report at the same time tomorrow to create a little effect.
This way we can hype it up for several days."
"This is a good idea, I agree."
"I agree too" "We all agree" "We all agree" In the home team dressing room at St.
Mary's Stadium, Southampton's players were also shouting loudly.
Just now, Yang Huan came to the locker room to visit them and was full of praise for 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, when he said it, all the players agreed in unison It can be seen that after this battle, everyone is confident and ambitious.
"Wow, we all agree."
The players all nodded, "Yeah" "No one objected" The players shook their heads.
Whoever objects at this time will definitely be beaten.
Only fools object.
"It seems that I can no longer keep my two million pound bonus," Yang Huan said with a smile.
When the players heard this, they cheered again.
"Two million pounds" "Master Huan, did I hear you correctly?"
"There's really a £2 million prize for winning the FA Cup" Yang Huan smiled and stretched out his hand to signal the players to quiet down.
He waited until everyone was silent before continuing.
"Yes, I talked to Nicolas Cortez.
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 nodded in unison.
"So, this time I have decided that if the team wins the championship, all the FA Cup prize money will be awarded to the players, which is about two million pounds.
Anyway, the club will not ask for a penny, and it will all be awarded to you and the coach.
Group" When the players heard this, they were blown away.
"That's great, two million pounds."
"Yes, I heard that Arsenal and Manchester United's bonuses for winning the league championship are not so high."
"Oh my god, Master Huan is such a generous person."
"I didn't say anything, for the prize of two million pounds, for Master Huan, for our Southampton, in a word, I fought hard."
"Yes, it belongs to men, so go all out and fight."
“Everything worked hard” Seeing the players being so excited, Yang Huan was also very satisfied with the results.
Just blindly spiritual stimulation is ineffective, and it is better for people to be more realistic.
"Everyone, hurry up and take a shower and change clothes.
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Let's have a midnight snack in Wangjiang Pavilion."
"Okay" the players responded in unison.
Charlene Lahiri stood in her office at St.
Mary's Stadium.
She could still vaguely hear the sound coming from the tunnel.
The response from the locker room also felt funny in her heart.
Don't look at that guy's nonsense, but he is actually very charming.
At least this group of Southampton players obey him.
Some people say it’s because 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 temptation of money now, this group of players are still willing to fight for him.
While she was still thinking, she saw Pinizahavi walking in with a big mouth and a smile on everyone's face.
"Hello, Miss Lahiri" They 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, squeezed it gently, and then released it.
Pinizahavi looked at his hands with some reluctance, as if the pinky touch from when he held those delicate and slender hands still remained in his fingers, which always made people feel a little unfinished.
This woman is really a charming stunner.
Even if it's just a hand, it's so touching "This game was very exciting, wasn't it?"
Pinizahavi laughed and looked for 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 man who looked shrewd, so she hummed and said nothing.
"Southampton played very well and Chelsea also played well.
It's a pity to lose."
"Yeah."
Charlene Lahiri still didn't move.
Pinizahavi laughed awkwardly, "Those underground bookmakers in London are in bad luck.
They were all optimistic about Chelsea before the game.
As a result..."
Although gambling is legalized in the UK and there are local gambling groups like William Hill, there are also some underground bookmakers, and usually these underground bookmakers have some relationship with the underworld.
When Pinizahavi said this, Charlene Lahiri noticed it.
"Is it a big bet?"
she asked.
It was rare to find a topic that the beauty was interested in.
Pinizahavi immediately took out his private work with a smile.
"Before the game, I had a phone call with a friend in London.
One of the largest underground bookmakers probably lost tens of millions of pounds.
If we add the previous game against Arsenal, we probably lost even more."
Having said this, Pinizahavi sighed, "It's all caused by greed."
Generally speaking, the odds offered by underground bookmakers are based on the odds given by large consortiums such as William Hill.
Theoretically speaking, they cannot lose money, and they are even guaranteed to make a profit.
The strange thing is that I am greedy and always want to make more, so I eat it myself or gamble privately.
In this way, when the odds are high and an upset happens, you will often lose miserably.
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"Southampton is really the sworn enemy of this group of underground bookmakers," Pinizahavi said jokingly.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
Charlene Lahiri took notice.
At this time, Yang Huan led Long Wu out of the player tunnel and walked into the office, accompanied by Nicolas Cortez and Sun Yue.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Pinizahavi, and Yang Huan immediately greeted him with a smile.
"Pini, where is Abramovich?"
He now wanted to show off his authority.
Although adding insult to injury is a derogatory term, it also depends on who the target is.
If you can add insult to injury in front of a rich man like Abramovich, who ranks high on the Forbes rich list, this is not a derogatory term, but a compliment.
At least that's what Yang Huan thinks.
Pinizahavi immediately smiled bitterly, "Master Huan, he's leaving first."
"Let's go" "Yeah, he left as soon as the game was over, saying he had something to do."
Yang Huan knew this was an excuse and curled his lips.
He didn't feel any regret at all.
He just missed an opportunity to attack his opponent.
"Damn, he really has no grace.
He doesn't even see anyone when he loses a game.
He goes to someone else's house as a guest and says goodbye to the host before leaving.
This is the most basic courtesy.
Doesn't he understand?"
Everyone here wanted to laugh.
Everyone knows very well that if this young master Huan had not won the game, he would be eagerly waiting for Abramovich to say goodbye.
Isn't it just to add insult to injury and hit the opponent?
Do you need to speak so righteously?
"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about that rude barbarian."
Yang Huan's words made many people present feel funny.
In the eyes of many people in developed European countries, the oligarchs and tycoons from Russia are just barbarians.
Even when Russia was at its peak in history, they were still barbarians in the eyes of Europeans.
Even in the Russian palace at that time, if you didn't know a few words of French, you would be embarrassed to say hello to others.
"Yes, Master Huan."
Pinizahavi wished he could stop talking about Abramovich.
Both parties are big customers, and it is inappropriate to say good things about anyone.
It is best not to talk about it, so as not to offend both parties.
"Didn't I tell you just now?
I just received a scouting report today.
There are several outstanding young players.
I know that Southampton is interested in young rookies recently.
Take a look."
With that said, Pinizahavi was about to hand over a document in his hand.
Yang Huan stretched out his hand and patted it, but didn't pick it up.
"Pini, let's not talk about this kind of thing for now.
Let's go.
I'll treat you to dinner.
Let's celebrate winning first."
As he said that, he couldn't help but wonder whether Pinizahavi was willing or not.
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Yang Huan greeted everyone and went outside.
I was on the phone while walking, and invited Cash Harris and other friends to come over.
He also asked Nicolas Cortez to invite Terry Matthews, who had not yet left, to come as well.
The more he looks at Terry Matthews, the more he likes it.
Who makes him a Southampton fan: