80_80813 St James' Park, Newcastle, North of England......

Uh, no, it should be called a sporting goods direct sales court!

Oh my God, what a strange name?

However, the owner of the idea is still very complacent about this, and has even shown off to the outside world many times.

Who in the world can put the name of a company they founded on the head of one of England's most traditional and homegrown fans?

It's just him, Mike Ashley!

A strange middle-aged man who took off his clothes in front of the public, danced pole dance, took out his belt to pump his body, played SM, and let reporters take pictures!

To paraphrase a die-hard Newcastle fan, "If this guy wasn't rich, he'd be a fucking clown!" ”

But now, the clown is sitting in St. James...... Oh no, it's in the administrative office of the Sporting Goods Outlet Stadium.

When Sky TV live commentator Mortenson's goal came out, Ashley jumped up from his seat almost the whole time, pointed at the TV in anger, and cursed.

The scolding scared everyone in the office for a while, and it was as ugly as it could be said.

Some people even secretly despise in their hearts, so that he usually claims to be a gentleman, and he actually scolds people with such vicious words?

It's so unbelievable!

"Derek!"

Ashley looked at the CEO, Derek Lambias, who was sitting not far from him.

"It's a shame that I trust them so much, and they are so cowardly, you say, why?"

England's strange middle-aged man was already angry at this time, so angry that his eyes were bloody, as if he was about to squirt out.

Rambias smiled bitterly in his heart, boss, it's Southampton on the other side!

The winners of last season's League Cup, FA Cup and Europa League, and this season they have won the Community Shield and UEFA Super Cup in a row.

I wanted to say before the game, the league standings can't be taken seriously!

But do you listen?

Both you and Alain Pardu have been blinded by the league rankings, and you've forgotten how much weight you have!

But all these words, Lambias could not say, they could only rot in his stomach.

Unless, he doesn't want to do it!

"Boss, it's only one ball, it's only ten minutes, we still have a long time, I believe we will be able to catch it back!"

Rambias's words relieved Ashley a little.

"He'd better chase me back, otherwise, I'll fire him for squid!"

Rambias still smiled wryly, it doesn't matter if Alain Pardu is fired, the key is, who will take over?

Everybody's scared of you, boss!

"Boss, lo and behold, the game is starting again, and we are playing aggressively!"

Ashley looked at the TV screen and saw that Newcastle were playing quite aggressively after the game restarted.

I saw Cabaye move with a big foot, and Ben Arfa on the right side won the ball unguarded.

"Good, pretty, unmarked, Ben Alpha, kill them!"

The camera always follows Ben Arfa as the Frenchman gets the ball and prepares to start, but Southampton's left-back David Alaba keeps jamming his inside line and squeezes Ben Arfa to the side.

When the Frenchman arrived on the wing, there were no teammates around him to cooperate, and it was the duty of right-back Simpson to wipe his ass for him, even when the team was attacking with the ball, and he did not dare to press too closely.

Seeing that he was about to go out of bounds, Ben Arfa was still very strong on his own, and he took a chance from David Alaba and passed the ball out.

'Newcastle's cross ......'

When Mortenson's commentary came on the TV, Ashley applauded.

"Alright, cross, kill the saints!"

But after the ball fell into the penalty area, I saw that there were a lot of people, but it was useless.

Xavi Martinez judged the landing point and blocked the ball with a straight kick.

Varane on the side rushed forward quickly, fighting with Demba Ba for speed, grabbing the ball before the Magpies center.

After grabbing the ball, Varane did not stop on the spot, but continued to move forward.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime goalscoring opportunity!

Especially when he rushed to the defense zone of Tiot, he actually divided the ball by himself, and crushed the defending Tiot with his own sprinting speed!

Even if you are watching live TV, you can still clearly hear the exclamations from St. Mary's Stadium.

Who would have thought that the Southampton centre-back would have such ability?

Ashley and Lambbias watched nervously as Raphael Varane got past Theot and into Newcastle's 30-metre area before a defender struck a cross.

The ball fell into the penalty area, and Ravel Morrison was blocked by central defender Coloccini, unable to show his speed and could only watch the ball fall to the left.

But Hazard, on the left, rushed up to grab Stephen Taylor, a quick smash, slammed past Stephen Taylor, and transferred the ball to his right foot, seeing Ravel Morrison point in front of him, and took advantage of the right foot to make a diagonal pass.

Ravel Morrison quickly sprinted towards the right-hand post and slid a soft push towards Eden Hazard's diagonal ball.

The ball got into the goal before goalkeeper Krull arrived!

“goalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll！！！！！”

John Mortenson's cries for a goal rang out from the television and throughout the office.

'In less than two minutes, Southampton have twice breached the goal of Newcastle!'

"It's so surprising, who would have thought that after the first ten minutes of stalemate, Southampton would play so smoothly!"

"2-0, Newcastle have been cornered!"

"In slow motion, both attacks were launched from the back, both of which were driven forward and backward by Southampton centre-back Raphael Varane, which makes us wonder what happened to Newcastle's front line. Allowing the opposing central defender to dribble across most of the pitch and plan two attacks? ”

John Mortenson's voice had barely finished when there was a bang in the office, startling everyone inside.

I saw Ashley stand up all of a sudden, his face was full of iron, obviously quite dissatisfied with the situation of the game.

The first ten minutes were still a stalemate, but suddenly, between two minutes, two goals, what is this?

Is it fun?

"The forward line, our forward line should all be sold! Tell them to fuck me off! Ashley roared in frustration.

John Mortensen said that it was the strikers who did not put in the counter-attack, and guided Varane forward with the ball.

In other words, the blame for conceding the goal should be placed on the striker!

Rambias didn't dare to say anything more at this time, so he could only meditate in his heart, asking Alain Pardu to ask for more blessings.

Who would have thought that Alain Pardew's team would end up like this?

Look at Ashley again, after a roar of rage, he didn't speak.

But Rambias, who knows him, knows better than anyone that the more this happens, the worse the outcome!

"Derek!"

"I'm here!" Rambias hurried back.

"If we lose after this match, you can call Alain Pardew directly and tell him not to come back!"

With that, Ashley turned and walked out of the office.

At this moment, he seemed extremely resolute!

Rambias looked at the boss's back with a wry smile on his face.

Maybe Ashley is a very strange person, but if he can succeed, he must have his own way to success.

At critical moments, he will never be merciful!

Looking at the TV screen, the camera is focused on Alain Pardew on the sidelines.

The England boss was yelling at his assistant John Kafre and seemed to be angry about the situation in his team.

This made Lambias a little embarrassed.

"You've been fired, you know?"

What a sarcasm when Rambias said this to Alain Pardew on TV!

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Alain Pardu clearly doesn't know!

He is having a headache for one thing, and that is how to turn the situation around!

By the time Southampton scored the second goal, the whole situation had changed completely, almost one-sided!

"We have made adjustments, we can't let them control the situation like this anymore!" John Kafaul shouted.

The Saints fans at the scene were so crazy that they made too much noise.

Even though John Kafre and Alain Pardew were close at hand, they had to shout with all their might to hear.

"I know I need to adjust, but how?" Alain Pardu asked helplessly.

"Let's have our two centre-forwards suppress the two centre-backs? What about Tony Kroos and Modric? ”

"And to do so, isn't it tantamount to telling all the players that our pre-match setup is all fart? How can the team's already low morale persist? ”

John Kafaul was angry and anxious, clutching his head, full of distress and depression.

"Don't adjust, Demba Ba and Cisse are at a loss, the team has no direction, let Southampton attack like this, we can't last long, this team is crazy!"

Lunatic?

Alain Pardu shook his head and sneered!

But instead of sneering at Southampton, he sneered at himself!

It's a shame that before the game, I thought that I and Southampton could have a chance of winning, and the well-arranged tactics could suppress Southampton.

But who would have thought that after only holding on for about ten minutes, he was killed by Southampton!

Lunatic?

Yes, this team is a bunch of crazy people!

A bunch of crazy people who take offense as their fate and are completely unreasonable!

It was also at this moment that he deeply realized why so many teams fell at the feet of Southampton!

Skills are not as good as others?

Perhaps!

But more importantly, the fearless and courageous momentum of this team!

Once you get this team to play with momentum, they're a bunch of crazy people!

Newcastle up and down were completely stunned by their opponents!

Including him, Alain Parde!

It was also at this moment that he deeply realized that football was not as simple as he imagined.

It's not that if you put together eleven players and build a tactical system, you can put together a whole.

Look at Bielsa's team, look at this Southampton team, every attack they make, every pass they make, even every run of their players, every word they shout to each other on the pitch, it seems to have some kind of mystery with it.

Alain Pardew couldn't guess what it was, but he knew he was defeated!

Utterly defeated!

The so-called top four in the league is just a shadow puppet show created in the first twelve rounds.

Southampton brutally tore open the curtain of this shadow puppet show with two bloody goals, so that everyone can clearly see the truth behind the curtain.

Newcastle, that's it!

"Alain, hurry up and make a decision!" John Kafre still won't give up.

He's Newcastle's own man, how can he accept such a defeat on the road from his favourite team?

But Alain Pardu had clearly been beaten to the point of incompetence.

Looking at John Kafre, he smiled miserably, "Do we still have a chance?" ”

"Yes, there must still be!" John Kafaul shouted with great certainty.

But at this moment, there was an overwhelming cheer in the stadium again.

It turned out that Ravel Morrison and Pogba played the ball together on the right side in succession, and then knocked it back to Danilo, who was inserted in the back.

The Brazilian right-back curled the ball into the penalty area, Ibrahimovic carried Stephen Taylor with his body, stopped the ball and turned and volleyed, penetrating the Newcastle goal again!

Three to zero!.