Chapter 248: Hit Chelsea, let me go!

"Do you know who is coming today?"
In the waiting hall of Heathrow Airport, a group of familiar reporters got together and chatted.
There is still half an hour, it's still early, chat, kill time.
Most people shook their heads, only the reporter from The Sun nodded.
"I have investigated. At 9:25 this morning, a plane from Spain landed at Heathrow Airport."
Now everyone looked at the Sun reporter with very different eyes.
It seems that even if it's a paparazzi, smart people still take advantage.
"Spain? Is it Xavi Martinez?"
"It must be, haven't the Spanish media reported it before?"
There is no impermeable wall in this world.
This is especially true in the transfer market.
Since the end of last season, the entire transfer market has been hyping various transfer rumors.
The media is also reluctant to spread some of this kind of news, thereby promoting sales.
Therefore, sometimes it is difficult to distinguish true from false.
"This Harvey Martinez, is it really that strong?" a reporter asked curiously.
"who knows?"
"I heard that Barcelona and Real Madrid also think he is good. He has just been the captain and led the Spanish U21 to win the championship in Denmark. His performance is indeed quite good. The defensive midfielder has good ball and ball ability."
"It seems to be in line with the outside world's positioning of the Southampton midfield defect."
A football lineup is like a jigsaw puzzle, and the players are one of the pieces in this jigsaw puzzle.
The Southampton midfielder lacked a late midfielder, which was the consensus last season.
Now, the introduction of Harvey Martinez is undoubtedly just filling this vacancy.
The strength of the Athletic Bilbao midfielder may not be outstanding, but firstly young, secondly, he is the Spanish international.
This year, the Spanish international has a halo of bonus attributes just like England's local household registration.
"It seems that Southampton really intends to do a big game in the new season!"
"Who said no?"
"But this team has made too much money. So far, the seller has sold about 75 million pounds, and the Adidas sponsorship fee is 30 million pounds, plus Heineken and Kairon. The sponsorship of the family is amazing."
"I heard the news before and heard that they are planning to recruit members."
"Member? What member?"
"A thousand core saint members."
"Just a thousand people?"
"Yes, not much, not much, exactly one thousand."
"Wow, isn't that crazy?"
In the whole of England, who doesn't know that Southampton is developing the most momentum now?
Especially in the eyes of the younger generation, support for Manchester United, Arsenal, Liverpool, Chelsea, etc., is considered an extraordinary.
If young people don’t support Southampton, they will not be able to keep up with the times.
"probably not."
"why?"
Everyone immediately looked over curiously.
It was a reporter from the Southern Echo News, who obviously enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by peers.
"I also heard that although there are only 1,000 members in Southampton, the membership fee is very staggering, as high as £100,000."
"what?"
"One hundred thousand pounds?"
"Stupid!"
"how is this possible!"
Almost everyone expressed surprise in unison, and then shook their heads.
"Do you know the membership fee for Manchester United?"
"Thirty-two pounds!"
"Do you know the membership fees for Real Madrid and Barcelona?"
"One hundred and fifty euros and one hundred and thirty-seven euros!"
"Southampton wants to recruit members. This is understandable to everyone, but the membership fee is as high as 100,000 pounds. This is already the annual fee for the most advanced box at the Emirates Stadium at Arsenal. Who is so stupid to join Southampton as a member?"
"Yes, no matter how stupid people are, there is no such a foolish way."
"In my opinion, the rich second generation in Southampton is not bad for money, and feels that people all over the world are like him, and they are not bad for money."
"I dare to say that no one will pay a membership fee of 100,000 pounds!"
"Yes, whoever gives it to someone is an idiot!"
The little reporter from the Southern Echo had a wry smile, in other words, he said some gossip he had inquired about.
"However, I heard that Prince William and his wife are going to join the meeting."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised again.
"what?"
"how is this possible?"
"Do they have money to join the club?"
Everyone said something to me, and almost everyone questioned it.
But it is undeniable that they are all surprised.
Amazing membership fee, 1,000 limit, plus Prince William and his wife, this gimmick is fierce!
From the perspective of journalists, if you don't make hype, you really have your own professional ethics.
At this moment, I didn't know who it was, and shouted in the waiting hall.
"Look, people are coming out!"
For a time, the fans and reporters in the entire waiting hall were like ant dens that had been stabbed out, chaotic.
Everyone rushed to the gate together.
Soon, I saw that the tall Harvey Martinez, accompanied by his agent and brother, slowly walked out of the airport gate, and when they appeared, the entire terminal was fried.
"Harvey, look here!"
"Harvey Martinez, look over here, I'm from The Times!"
"I'm from the TV station, can you accept our interview?"
"Can you tell me why you chose to join Southampton?"
"I want to ask, how much did Southampton give you to make you choose to play in the Championship?"
"Tell me, do you think there is a future for joining Southampton?"
The reporters rushed up, and the fans who had been waiting around were squeezed and immediately resisted.
The entire airport gate suddenly became chaotic.
Harvey Martinez was obviously stunned.
That's crazy, right?
I joined Southampton, not a big team.
This group of reporters, and these fans, why... why are they so crazy?
Looking at the agent and brother next to him, there was doubt in Harvey Martinez's eyes.
Are you sure that I joined the English Championship team?
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"Noon news on TV."
"At 9:25 this morning, Spain international Xavi Martinez arrived at Heathrow Airport. He will head to Southampton to join the traditional powerhouse Saint Southampton."
"At that time, thousands of fans gathered at Heathrow Airport, as well as hundreds of reporters from afar. There was a commotion at the scene. In the end, the airport security had to mobilize in groups, which barely managed to maintain order on the scene."
"Next, let's take a look at the footage taken by our reporter from the scene!"
In the box of Wangjiang Pavilion Chinese Restaurant in Harrods Mall in London, Yang Huan watched TV news on TV with relish.
Sitting across from him are Chelsea's main center, Didier Drogba, and his agent Cedi.
Both Drogba were also taken aback by the chaotic scenes on TV.
Could it be said that Southampton really has such influence and appeal?
Can so many fans and reporters come to pick up the plane?
I believe that if they knew that Southampton hadn't deliberately organized it at all, and everything was just because of the words of the young master Huan in front of them, they would definitely be even more shocked.
However, the initiator of the whole thing, our Mr. Yang Huan, did not have the consciousness of the perpetrator.
Looking at Drogba in front of him with interest, he smiled faintly.
"I heard that you are not willing to join us in Southampton?" Yang Huan asked.
Drogba and Saidi glanced at each other, did not speak, and agreed.
Even if they have agreed to join, they are more or less unhappy in their hearts.
"You are afraid!" Yang Huan said confidently.
This is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.
"I'm afraid?" Drogba was the question.
"I can understand that I am thirty-three years old and my career is going downhill. It is inevitable that I will be a little bit worried about gains and losses. I don't want to lose everything I have now. I understand these."
Drogba was silent, he didn't know what he should say.
I always felt that he was right.
But everyone is like this, isn't it?
Even Drogba, who claims to be the world's number one center forward, is not an ordinary person?
"I know you are very unwilling. If you want to join a team in the English Championship, you have to compete with Ibrahimovic, who is also a top center, for a main position, but you can't help it."
Yang Huan was still smiling, laughing very relaxed.
The sad person is not him, of course it is easy.
Drogba had no idea what Yang Huan wanted to say, or what Yang Huan wanted to do.
But listening to these words, he was a little moved.
Isn't this a pot that doesn't open and which pot to lift?
Is it fun to expose scars?
But seeing his eyes, Yang Huan laughed.
"It's this kind of look, yes, I know Drogba, the beast of war, that's the kind of look!"
Drogba was taken aback, completely confused.
Is this guy deliberately irritating himself?
"How about this?" Yang Huan slapped his hands hard and said with a smile, "I will give you a chance, I will realize your wish. What do you want?"
After a pause, Yang Huan added another sentence, "Even if you ask me to let you transfer freely, I can promise, I promise a thousand dollars!"
Drogba and his agent Cedi were stupid.
Even if it is a free transfer, agree?
real or fake?
Look at the smiling and harmless handsome guy in front of him, as if he didn't take Drogba seriously.
At this moment, Drogba really had a feeling.
I was like a plaything in Yang Huan's hands, a plaything that could be thrown away anytime and anywhere.
This feeling makes him very angry, because he has his own dignity.
But also very helpless, because it is very realistic, even though it is cruel.
He sprouted a kind of, or else, the kind of impulse I asked.
But soon, his professional ethics suppressed this alluring idea.
Because he can't pass his own level.
Now that he has agreed to join Southampton, if he thinks of a transfer and leaves in a blink of an eye, what is he?
Others can treat him as a plaything, but he can't treat himself like that.
Going now is totally different from going a year later.
"Really agree?" Drogba also asked in a deep voice.
Yang Huan nodded without hesitation, "Yes!"
Drogba wanted to say, just give me the main force and let me prove my strength.
But he quickly suppressed the idea again.
Because of this, he obviously felt that he was useless.
Is it because I can't compete with Ibrahimovic to mention this wish?
After thinking a lot, he finally made a decision.
"In other games, I will rely on my own efforts to fight for the main position, but you have to let me play Chelsea!"
Speaking of Chelsea, Drogba's eyes flashed with anger.
Abramovich regarded him as an abandoned son, but he had to do everything possible to prove his strength and value in front of Abramovich.
For a professional player, there is no better way to prove himself than defeating Chelsea in a professional arena.
"Although I am not the head coach, I can promise you on behalf of Bielsa!"
After Yang Huan finished speaking with a serious face, he diluted the serious atmosphere with a burst of laughter.
He clapped his hands and looked at Drogba with ease.
"Look, we will soon have a common language!"
Drogba also saw the methods of this young master Huan.
Perhaps ~EbookFREE.me~ In the eyes of Young Master Huan, he is still nothing, so Young Master Huan can satisfy any of his wishes without caring, and even let him transfer freely.
But anyway, at least he felt respect.
At least, he respects his opinions and choices!
"Your wish is to beat Chelsea and prove your worth."
"My wish is to defeat all the giants and prove the value of our great saints!"
"To some extent, our wishes are common!"
Speaking of this, Yang Huan smiled and raised a goblet containing Kailong family red wine.
"Come, to our common wish, a toast!"
Drogba and his agent Cedi immediately raised their glasses.
Clang, do it! ()