Football giants

Chapter 143

Chapter 143

After Yang Huan fought against all opinions at the Stapletwood training base and decided to play a confrontation in public, Bielsa communicated with the coaches who had different opinions, and finally reached a consensus.

Against Chelsea, Southampton will not compromise, and resolutely attack!

While the coaching staff and players were nervously preparing for the FA Cup, Yang Huan was free instead.

Went to Italy, met with Chris Bangor, and discussed some related matters about the car design company.

Yang Huan has only one opinion, the Chinese market must be entered in the shortest possible time and seized quickly.

On this point, Yang Huan has the same idea as Chris Bangor.

After returning to the UK, Yang Huan visited Sunseeker and Aston Martin successively.

Seeing that everything he arranged was proceeding in an orderly manner, Yang Huan also felt relieved.

He returned to Southampton the day before the FA Cup match.

As soon as he came back, he just walked into the office at St. Mary's Stadium, when Yang Huan heard Nicola Cortez ordering his secretary.

"Go and contact the yacht club. It means that there will be a large luxury yacht docking at noon tomorrow, and let them arrange it."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

The secretary agreed, and when Yang Huan walked in, she stepped aside and called out respectfully and politely, "Master Huan."

"Yeah!" Yang Huan nodded in agreement, "Nicholas, what's going on?"

"Master Huan!" Nicola Cortez saw Yang Huan come back, immediately stood up and walked out of the office area.

"Chelsea's CEO Ron Gurley just called me and said that their boss Abramovich has gone south on the luxury yacht Eclipse and is expected to arrive in Southampton at noon tomorrow. I hope we can arrange reception."

"Eclipse?" Yang Huan snorted coldly. This yacht ranks first among private yachts in the world, worth [-] million euros.

It is definitely the most powerful weapon for the super rich in the world to show off their wealth!

This Russian sails his yacht to my turf?

Also parked next door to our St. Mary's Stadium?

Isn't this trying to save face?

Really treat me as a soft persimmon, is it easy to pinch?

"Master Huan, what's the matter? Is there any problem?" Nicholas Cortez saw Yang Huan's face changing, a little strange.

Sun Yue next to Yang Huan was the best at observing words and expressions, and immediately went up to him, "Of course there is a problem, Nicholas, let's leave them alone in this matter."

"Why?" Nicola Cortez wondered, it's only natural for the home team to host the visiting team.

Sun Yue clicked his tongue. Nicola Cortez is good at everything and has no problem with his ability, but he is too brainy on some issues.

"No reason, I just don't like him!" Yang Huan replied coldly.

Seeing that Nicola Cortes wanted to say more, Sun Yue immediately pulled his arm.

"Nicholas, you are too honest!"

"How to say?"

"Just imagine how far Southampton's largest yacht is from St Mary's Stadium?"

"It's next door."

"That's right, think about it, the Eclipse is 170 meters, it is simply a huge monster, such a luxury yacht sails into the Itchin River, and comes next to St. Mary's Stadium, think about it, how will the fans feel when they see it?"

This time, Nicola Cortez understood a little bit.

Dare to say that Abramovich is here to show off his wealth!

"Think about it again, how far is it from London to Southampton? There are highways and intercity subways by car, so convenient and fast, but why they just quit and insist on driving the eclipse in a big way, around the south coast of England to Southampton?"

"Uh..." Nicola Cortez was not an idiot either, so he understood it all at once.

"They made it clear that they came to show off their wealth and slap us in the face, but we were lucky. Not only did we not resist, but we also cheerfully put our faces together and helped them slap themselves. Tell me, can we do such a stupid thing?"

Nicholas Cotters was instantly ashamed. He felt that he was really fooled, and he didn't expect this level.

"Master Huan, I..."

"Stop talking!" Yang Huan waved his hand and interrupted Nicola Cortez's apology. He knew Nicola Cortez well.

This person is very capable of handling affairs, but he is a bit rigid and lacks some cleverness.

But such a person is reliable, and he is still very successful in running Southampton.

"It's their business that he wants to come, but Southampton is our territory. Before such a big battle, the momentum is very important, and we must be the first to win!"

"Master Huan, please order!" Nicola Cortez also hated it.

"You immediately go to the marinas around Southampton and tell them that in the past few days, all marinas in Southampton are not allowed to dock the Eclipse. Whoever lets the Russian yachts come in is our enemy!"

Yang Huan made it clear that he wanted to declare war on Chelsea and Abramovich.

Nicola Cortes also realized the seriousness of the matter, and solemnly nodded in agreement.

"Call Ron Gurley again, and tell him that we have contacted all the marinas for help, but we haven't found any vacancies, so just ask him, is the dilapidated and decommissioned freight dock on the other side of the Test River non-stop?"

That cargo pier has been out of use for many years, and there is no construction of any facilities. Now it is only used to test the water level of the Test River. It is an insult to let such a tall solar eclipse come up to stop.

"Understood!" Nicola Cortez nodded excitedly.

Sun Yue also laughed at the side and said, "Master Huan, Abramovich must be pissed off now!"

Yang Huan smiled slightly, thinking to himself, who the hell made him want to come over and slap me in the face?

How can I play in Southampton without letting you pick up a brick and shoot yourself in the foot?

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"Ron, we're almost in Brighton, how's your connection going?"

In the English Channel, Eclipse is traveling east to west along England's southern coastline.

Abramovich was sitting on the top deck of the Eclipse, using a satellite phone to contact Chelsea's chief executive, Ron Gurley, who had traveled overnight from London to Southampton.

"Boss, we are still intensifying contact." Ron Gurley's voice on the phone seemed to be crying.

"Turn up the contact?" Abramovich was dissatisfied.

"What's the situation now? In such a big city, doesn't Southampton claim to have many marinas? What kind of yacht exhibition is held every year, why is there no place to dock a yacht?"

At the end, the Russians almost growled.

"Boss, there are indeed a lot of marinas in Southampton. We also contacted one by one, but they said that there are no vacancies for these two days."

"Fart!" Abramovich roared angrily, "Will there be no space at the marina? Who are you fooling?"

"That's what they said!" Ron Gourley said sadly.

He went to see it on the spot, and there were many empty marinas, but when he asked, they were all booked.

This shows that someone is targeting Abramovich!

"Then increase the price for me. I will pay twice as much as other people pay. If double is not enough, I will pay twice. If double is not enough, I will pay five times and ten times. In short, I just want to stop in Southampton!" Abramovich was also angry.

This damn guy, who is causing trouble for me?

Is it the Chinese from Southampton?

Ron Gurley smiled wryly, "I also increased the price, but they still didn't let go, saying that they took the deposit from others."

In fact, several small piers have been shaken, but the problem is that their locations are relatively remote, and due to geographical restrictions, they cannot enter the solar eclipse with such a large size.

"Damn bastard!" Abramovich was going crazy with anger!

"Boss, I also contacted Southampton. They said that in the past two days, Southampton's yacht berths are too scarce, and all the places that can park the solar eclipse have been booked, except..."

Ron Gurley didn't dare to say any more.

"Except what?" Abramovich pressed.

"Except for a freight wharf across the River Tester."

"Cargo terminal?" Abramovich was taken aback, "Can you stop?"

"It can be stopped, but the cargo terminal has been abandoned for many years, and the facilities are very old. Now it is more used as a water level test, and there is a seafood market on the shore..."

Ron Gourley didn't dare to speak anymore.

"I'm going to ****!" Abramovich was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Let my eclipse stop at the seafood market?

It's almost like asking the Queen of England to live in the slums!

It's really unbearable!

Listening to Abramovich swearing and cursing on the other end of the phone, Ron Gurley didn't dare to say anything.

He guessed that Abramovich on the Eclipse in the English Channel must have the idea of ​​killing again at this moment.

After scolding for nearly 10 minutes, Abramovich on the phone stopped panting.

"Are there any other marinas nearby?"

Ron Gurley thought for a while, "The area around Southampton is definitely not willing to rent, maybe you can consider going to Portsmouth."

"Portsmouth?"

"That city is Southampton's mortal enemy city. The nearest emerging city on the south coast is not far from Southampton. There are also very high-end marinas where you can dock. Maybe you can go there."

Abramovich had no choice but to do so.

Damn Southampton, actually played such a trick on me!

So hateful!

If I don't teach you a harsh lesson, how can I vent this fire in my heart?

"Ron!" Abramovich yelled into the phone.

"Boss." Ron Gourley agreed immediately.

"Have Ancelotti and the players arrived?"

"Already on the highway, almost there."

In fact, from London to Southampton, it is faster and more convenient to take the expressway.

Ron Gurley knew in his heart that the reason why his boss mobilized a large number of people to dispatch the Eclipse was to boost his reputation in Southampton and suppress the morale of Southampton.

But who would have thought that Southampton would use this method to fight back?

And the city is indeed closely united around the saints. It is said that even the mayor of Southampton has spoken out in support of the saints.

This time, the boss really pretended to be B but got slapped in the face.

"Go and tell Ancelotti, I want them to kill me in Southampton at all costs!"

"Not only to win, but also to win beautifully, to win a big score!"

Ron Gurley had never heard of Abramovich gnashing his teeth like this before, and he was a little surprised in his heart.

Although Abramovich is usually quite friendly, in fact, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp to become a Russian oligarch. Once he gets angry, his momentum seems to be eating people.

"Understood, I'll call him immediately." Ron Gurley also felt cold sweat protruding from his back.

The boss is angry!

Southampton, it seems that you can only consider yourself unlucky!

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