Chapter 101: I love friends, but I love Leeds more

Leeds beat the traditional giant Tramed 2:1 at home, creating a not-so-large upset in this round of the league.
After the game, the media rushed to report, whether you open the newspaper, TV or radio, you will be able to see this news.
"... In a Premier League game that just ended, Leeds at home defeated Tramed 2:1. This game was beyond many people's expectations. After all, everyone thought Tramed was the best before the game. The bad result was nothing more than an away tie with Leeds... Judging from the first half of the game, it was indeed the case. Tramede scored the first goal and joined Portugal with 65 million pounds before the season. Player Barria scored his first goal since joining the Premier League, helping the team lead away... But in the second half when Leeds City replaced the unknown player Camara, the situation reversed...
"Compared to the 65 million pounds worth of Balea, Ismail Camara’s transfer fee is only 300,000 pounds, not even a fraction of Balea. But this civilian player is on the bench. After the appearance, he performed well, assisted Hu twice to score, and finally helped Leeds City reversed 2:1 to win the game...
"After four rounds of the league, Leeds actually ranked third in the league. This is something that many people did not expect-since Leeds rose to the Premier League, this is still their highest ranking in the league..."
When truck driver Neil Mullin, wearing a Leeds jersey and denim jacket, pushed open the door of the company lounge, he happened to see the news on the wall TV.
When the other truck drivers in the house saw him coming in, someone yelled and said, "Hey, Neil! Congratulations, you will become a millionaire at the end of the season! Then you don’t have to continue driving trucks like us." , And robbed jobs with those Eastern Europeans! Honestly, Neil, I really envy you!"
Neil Mullin glanced at the person who said this and shrugged: "If you really envy me, you can still buy Leeds to win the title. Although the odds have been lowered, they are still very high. It only costs £100. , You can get 300,000 pounds at the end of the season, how about it, think about it, Andy?"
When he said this, there was a burst of laughter in the lounge, all from the truck driver colleagues who were not too troubled to watch the excitement.
Andy Warman, who was named by him, snorted: "No, Neil? Do you really think Leeds can win the championship at the end of the season?"
"Why not?"
After Mullin said that, everyone in the lounge burst into laughter, and Andy Warman laughed the loudest.
"Don't be stubborn, Neil!" Warman smiled and waved to Mullin. "Do you really think that Leeds City is now in third place and can finally win the championship? I admit that Leeds City has performed well this season. Maybe they don't have to work so hard to relegation this time, but relegation and winning are two concepts! , You only need to be ahead of the three teams in the league, and you have to beat 19 teams to win the championship!"
Neil Mullin shrugged: "Whatever you think, Andy. At least I'm willing to spend four hundred pounds to support my hometown team, and you? You don't even want to pay a pound for Tramed …Are you gonna bet that Tramed can return to the Champions League this season?"
As a Manchesteran, Andy Warman has been a supporter of Tramed since he was a child. Because of the penalty kick in the game last season, he and his own Liz and Neil Mullin were a little unhappy. The two have been using the bar from last season until now, and neither of them wants to bow their heads in front of each other.
Knowing that before the season Mullin went to the millennium company's betting shop to spend two hundred pounds each to bet on Leeds to win the championship and Hulay to win the golden boots, he found an excuse to laugh at Mullin.
The stupid deeds of Neil Mullin were promoted everywhere in the company.
After all, everyone can see that Leeds City is unlikely to win the championship. Before the season, the millennium company gave Leeds City the odds of winning as high as one to five thousand. You must know that the notoriously perverse singer Lady Gaga was elected president of the United States only to lose one hundred and five hundred.
Obviously, in the eyes of the betting company, a singer is more likely to be elected president of the United States than Leeds City to win the Premier League championship.
Things that are on the same level as Leeds City’s winning odds include that the pop music superstar "Elvis" is actually not dead, and Christmas will be the hottest day in the UK...
Look, this is something that seriously violates the laws of the entire universe. Only such a thing can be compared with Leeds City's championship. So whether Leeds won the championship is impossible, of course there is a conclusion.
Andy Warman's ridicule can't be regarded as deliberately finding fault, let alone him, other colleagues in the company heard that Mullin paid two hundred pounds to buy Leeds City at a price of 5,000 to win the championship. They all laughed at him to himself. The hometown team is deeply in love.
The purchasing power of the pound sterling is still very strong. In many ordinary families, a hundred pound can do a lot of things and buy a lot of things. For example, you can buy a bag of vegetables such as cauliflower, beans, and potatoes in the supermarket for a pound or even less than a pound. Milk and bread are 50 pence to a pound per bag. If you save a little, two pounds can cover almost a week of breakfast.
Under such circumstances, Mullin actually spent a full four hundred pounds to support his hometown team-two hundred pounds bet on Leeds City to win the championship, 200 pounds bet on Hulai to win the golden boots.
For these two things, the highest odds of the former one loses five thousand, the latter the highest odds one loses four thousand.
So everyone thinks that Mullin's 400 pounds is a direct hit.
Now truck drivers are difficult to do, and money is hard to earn. They are facing fierce competition from Eastern European drivers. Those Eastern Europeans are willing to work even if they only give them half of their wages. The income is not as rich as before, and everyone is in their 50s. Years old, how many years can I do this job? I can’t wait for the money I earn to be broken into four petals, but Mullin threw away 400 pounds just on his hometown team, which is equivalent to taking out one-fifth of his monthly income. Throw it away, in anyone's opinion, it is a typical brain problem.
Warman sneered: "I have five children to raise...unlike you, who spend a lot of money! I am Tramed's season ticket holder, even if I can't go to the scene every game, but This is my support for the team!"
"I also have three children, Andy. I have the same season ticket for Leeds. So what? I can't afford 400 pounds for my favorite team!"
"Yes, Neil, you can spend your money whatever you want. But the money can't fall into the hands of Leeds City, which you support, but go to the bookmaker. Don't even think about getting rich overnight, That's impossible! Because Leeds will never win the championship! The Chinese player you are optimistic about will never win the Premier League Golden Boot!"
"Ha, but we won Tramed, and Hu is now number one on the scorer list!" Mullin laughed.
"It's just a victory in one game, will this make you win the championship?" Warman stared at him.
"Then I don't care, we won Tramed anyway!" Mullin curled his lips.
"You..." Tramed fan Andy Warman, who just lost the game, was at a disadvantage in this matter, so he decided not to fight with Mullin, grabbed the peaked cap on the table and buttoned it on his head. Go up and out.
Neil Mullin, who had won Warman's round, walked to the self-service bar in the lounge and took out a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator. Pull off the tab and fill half of the bottle in one mouthful to get out of breath.
Cool!
"Neil, don't worry about Andy..." Just then someone walked up to him and said to him.
Mullin looked at Joe Erosd as he walked up: "He provoked me proactively, old Joe."
"Hey, isn't it because his team just lost to yours?"
Mullin laughed loudly.
The game in the afternoon made him very cool, so even if he knew that Andy Warman might use him to bet on Leeds to win the title, he would come out to laugh at him, and he still wanted to go around in the company lounge just to be in Warman was crying in front of him. Sure enough, Warman didn't calm down, and fired at him first, and finally asked himself for boring.
Erosd sat down next to Mullin, drinking soda in his glass: "Do you really believe that Leeds can win the championship?"
"In front of that Andy, of course I believe it." Mullin winked at Erosd.
Erosd understood that this man was fighting Warman.
He sighed: "You said that you two...friends for so many years, just because of the penalty, it's up to now..."
"He shouldn't curse Leeds for being demoted." Neil Mullin said.
Erosd shook his head and stopped talking.
The two of them just sat in front of the bar, looking up at the football news on TV.
The news about Leeds and Tramed has passed, and a small disturbance in the lounge has ended.
Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, other people also dispersed.
However, they all know that before the end of this season's Premier League, Warman and Mullin must be indispensable for today's confrontation. They still have a lot of fun to watch...
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"Hey, my odds for winning the league golden boots have been lowered..."
Hu Lai, who looked down at the phone, suddenly made a sound.
"The highest I remember was one thousand and twenty, but now it's reduced to one eight hundred and sixty... Tsk."
"Because you are now number one in the Premier League's scorer list." said Yong Jun, who helped Hu Lai with his luggage cart beside him, "Four league rounds, five goals, you are in the limelight now, Hu Lai."
Hu Lai scratched his head and smiled shyly: "Fortunately, it's all set off by peers."
Yong Jun was amused by him: "You are really begging for a fight!"
The two were talking and laughing, and a group of people whispering in the distance came out of the terminal building noisily, attracting a lot of people's attention.
Then they were scattered outside the terminal building, some people walked to the parking lot, some people went to take the subway and bus.
"It's a Korean," said Hu Lai, who understood their language.
Yong Jun frowned slightly, and immediately thought of why there are so many Koreans here: "They should have come to see Park Chuntai off."
"Didn’t the South Korean team all qualify early? Why is Pu Chuntai going to play in the top 12 matches?" Hu Lai and Yong Jun appeared outside London Heathrow Airport this time because he was going back to participate in the last two top 12 games. The match is related to the life and death of the Chinese team.
"It is said that Park Chun-tae took the initiative, and he played a game when he went and came back after the game."
"Just fight? Not just the one with us?" Hu Lai asked.
Yong Jun looked at him: "What do you think?"
"Damn stick, kill everything!" Hu Lai cursed.
After getting the right to qualify in the last round of the top 12 matches, many Chinese fans and media believe that the next Chinese team will host the South Korean team in the top 12 matches, the South Korean team should not be the main team, they may send more The bench players, young players, exercise them.
Although this will make the Chinese team have a feeling of being looked down upon. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com
But in the face of the right to qualify for the World Cup, even if people look down on Chinese fans, they recognize it.
As long as the South Korean team is not the strongest lineup, the Chinese team can take advantage of it.
"Wait a minute, isn't Pu Chuntai injured? He didn't make the squad in the previous two Premier League games." Hu Lai suddenly thought of a blind spot.
"Maybe it was for the sake of safety in the top twelve that I didn't play in the league. Or maybe I went back to the national team to hold down, not necessarily playing...Who knows?
Yong Jun shook his head and said, pushing the luggage trolley forward.
But Hu Lai, who was next to him, stopped: "Wait a minute."
"what happened again?"
"At this time, the direct flight from London to Jincheng is like a British Airways plane, right?" Hu Lai looked at Yong Jun.
Yong Jun nodded: "Really..."