Chapter 248: Fight Chelsea, Let Me Go!
"Do you know who is coming today?"
In the departure hall of Heathrow Airport, a group of familiar reporters gathered together to chat.
There is still half an hour left, and it is still early, so let's chat and kill time.
Most of the people shook their heads, except for the Sun reporter.
"I investigated, and at 9:25 this morning, a plane from Spain landed at Heathrow Airport."
At this moment, everyone's eyes looking at this Sun reporter are very different.
It seems that even if you are a paparazzi, smart people are still more advantageous.
"Spain? Could it be Harvey? Martinez? ”
"It must have been, didn't the Spanish media report it before?"
There are no impermeable walls in this world.
This is especially true in the transfer market.
Since the end of last season, the entire transfer market has been hyped with various transfer rumours.
The media is also eager to spread more of this kind of news to boost sales.
So, sometimes, it's hard to tell the real from the fake.
"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 led Spain U21 to win the championship in Denmark as the captain, and he is indeed quite good, defensive midfielder, and his ability to take the ball and play the ball is also good."
"It seems to be in line with the outside world's positioning of Southampton's midfield flaws."
A football squad is like a puzzle, and the players are one piece of the puzzle.
Southampton's midfield lacks a lagging midfielder, which was the consensus last season.
Now, bringing in Harvey? Martinez, undoubtedly, is just filling the void.
Athletic Bilbao's midfield may not be very strong, but firstly, he is young, and secondly, he is a Spanish international.
This year, the Spanish international is just like the home register of England, with a bonus attribute aura.
"It seems that Southampton is really going to make a big splash in the new season!"
"Who's to say it isn't?"
"But this team has made too much money, so far, it has sold about 75 million pounds, and the sponsorship fee of Adidas is 30 million pounds, plus the sponsorship of Heineken and the Chiron family, the income is amazing."
"I heard the news before that they were ready to recruit members."
"Members? What Membership? ”
"A thousand core Saints members."
"Just a thousand?"
"Yes, not much, not less, exactly a thousand."
"Wow, isn't that crazy?"
Who doesn't know that the Southampton show is the most gaining momentum in England right now?
Especially in the eyes of the younger generation, supporting Manchester United, Arsenal, Liverpool, Chelsea or something is considered Ott.
Nowadays, young people who don't support Southampton can't keep up with the times.
"Probably not."
"Why?"
Everyone immediately looked at it curiously.
It was a reporter from the Southern Echo who spoke, apparently enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by peers.
"I've also heard that although there are only 1,000 members in Southampton, the membership fee is very staggering, up to 100,000 pounds."
"What?"
"One hundred thousand pounds?"
"Silly!"
"How is that possible!"
Almost everyone expressed surprise in unison, then shook their heads.
"Do you know how much membership fees are for Manchester United?"
"Thirty-two pounds!"
"Do you know how much membership fees are for Real Madrid and Barcelona?"
"One hundred and fifty euros and one hundred and thirty-seven euros!"
"Southampton wants to recruit members, which is understandable, but the membership fee is as high as 100,000 pounds, which is already the annual fee of the highest VIp box at the Emirates Stadium of Arsenal, who is so stupid to join Southampton as a member?"
"That is, even if people are stupid and have a lot of money, there is no such stupid method."
"In my opinion, the rich second generation in Southampton is not bad for money, and he thinks that people all over the world are just like him, and they are not bad for money."
"I dare say, no one will give a hundred thousand pounds for a membership fee!"
"That's right, whoever gives it is an idiot!"
The little reporter of the Southern Echo newspaper smiled wryly, that is, he said some gossip he had inquired about.
"However, I heard that Prince William and his wife seem to be going to join the club."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was surprised again.
"What?"
"How is that possible?"
"Do they have the money to join?"
Almost everyone questioned it.
But admittedly, they were all surprised.
Amazing membership fees, a thousand limits, plus Prince William and his wife, this gimmick is fierce enough!
From the perspective of journalists, not hyping up the hype is really degrading one's professional ethics.
At this time, I don't know who it was, and shouted in the waiting hall.
"Look, people are out!"
For a while, the fans and reporters in the entire waiting hall were like an ant's nest that had been poked off, and they were in a mess.
Everyone rushed to the gate in unison.
Soon, I saw that the tall Harvey? Martinez, accompanied by his agent and brother, slowly walked out of the airport gate, and as soon as they appeared, the entire waiting hall was fried.
"Harvey, look here!"
"Harvey? Martinez, look, I'm from The Times! ”
"I'm from BBc, can you give us an interview?"
"Can you tell us why you chose to join Southampton?"
"I want to ask, how much did Southampton give you the option to play in the Championship?"
"Sue me, do you think there is a future for Southampton?"
The reporters rushed up, and the fans who were originally waiting around were also squeezed and immediately resisted.
The entire airport gate was suddenly in chaos.
Harvey? The three Martinez were visibly stunned.
Crazy, right?
I joined Southampton, not a big club.
How can this group of reporters, and these fans, ...... Why are they all so crazy?
Look at the agent and brother next to him, Harvey? Doubts were projected in Martinez's eyes.
Are you sure I'm playing for a Championship team?
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BBc TV Midday News Report.
"At 9:25 this morning, Spain international Xavi? Martinez has arrived at Heathrow Airport and will travel to Southampton to join traditional powerhouse Saints Southampton. ”
"At that time, thousands of fans gathered at Heathrow Airport, as well as more than 100 journalists from afar, and there was a commotion at the scene, and finally the airport security had to go out in groups, which barely managed to maintain order at the scene."
"Next, let's take a look at the picture taken by our reporter from the scene!"
In the box of Wangjiang Pavilion Chinese Restaurant in Harros Mall in London, Yang Huan watched BBnetbsp on TV with relish; Sitting across from him was Chelsea's main centre-forward, Didier? Drogba, as well as his agent Sedie.
Drogba and the others were equally taken aback by the chaotic scenes on television.
Could it be that Southampton really has such influence and appeal?
How can so many fans and reporters run to the scene to pick up the airport?
I believe that if they knew that Southampton didn't deliberately organize it at all, and all the qiē was just because of the words of this young master Huan in front of them, they would definitely be even more shocked.
But the initiator of the whole thing, our Mr. Yang Huan, did not have the slightest awareness of the perpetrator.
looked at Drogba in front of him with interest and smiled faintly.
"I heard, you're not willing to join us in Southampton?" Yang Huan asked.
Drogba and Sedi looked at each other, but did not speak, and acquiesced.
Even if they have agreed to join, they are more or less unhappy in their hearts.
"You're afraid!" Yang Huan said very firmly.
This is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.
"I'm afraid?" Drogba: That's the question.
"I can understand that at the age of thirty-three, my career has gone downhill, and I will inevitably have some gains and losses, and I don't want to lose what I have now, which I can understand."
Drogba was silent, he didn't know what he should say.
I always felt that he was right in what he said.
But everybody's like that, isn't it?
Even Drogba, who claims to be the world's number one center forward, is not an ordinary person?
"I know you're reluctant to want you to join a Championship team and compete with Ibrahimovic, who is also a top centre-forward, for a main position, but you can't help it."
Yang Huan was still smiling, smiling very easily.
It's not him who is sad, of course it's easy.
Drogba couldn't figure out what Yang Huan was going 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 mention?
Isn't it fun to uncover people's scars?
But seeing his eyes, Yang Huan laughed.
"That's the kind of look, by the way, the Warcraft Drogba I know is going to have this kind of look!"
Drogba was stunned, completely confused.
Is this guy deliberately trying to provoke himself?
"Why don't you just do it!" Yang Huan clapped his hands vigorously and said with a smile, "I'll give you a chance, I'll fulfill one of your wishes, you say, what do you want?" ”
After a pause, Yang Huan added, "Even if you ask me to let you transfer freely, I can agree, I promise a thousand dollars!" ”
Drogba and agent Sedie are stupid.
Even if it's a free transfer, do you agree?
Really?
Look at the handsome guy in front of him who is smiling and harmless, it seems that he doesn't take Drogba seriously at all.
At this moment, Drogba really had a feeling.
He is like a plaything in Yang Huan's hands, a plaything that can be discarded anytime and anywhere.
This feeling made him angry because he had his own dignity.
But also helpless, because it's realistic, even though it's brutal.
He had the kind of impulse I had to ask.
But soon, his work ethic overcame the tempting thought.
Because he can't get past himself.
Now that he has agreed to join Southampton, what is he if he thinks about moving and leaving in the blink of an eye?
Others can treat him as a plaything, but he himself can't look down on himself like this.
Leaving now, and leaving in a year, that's completely different.
"Really?" Drogba also asked in a deep voice.
Yang Huan nodded without hesitation, "That's right!" ”
Drogba really wanted to say, just give me the main team, let me prove my strength.
But he quickly put the thought down again.
Because of the mention of this, it was obvious that he would feel that he was in a bag.
Could it be that Ibrahimovic can't compete for it, so he wants to mention this desire?
After thinking about it a lot, he finally made a decision.
"In other games, I will rely on my own efforts to fight for the main position, but against Chelsea, you have to let me play!"
At the mention of Chelsea, Drogba's eyes flashed with rage.
Abramovich regards him as an outcast, but he wants to do everything possible to prove his strength and prove his worth in front of Abramovich.
There's no better way for a professional footballer to prove himself than beating Chelsea on a professional level.
"I'm not the manager, but I can promise you on behalf of Bielsa!"
After Yang Huan finished speaking, he diluted this strict atmosphere with a burst of laughter.
With both hands, he looked at Drogba very easily.
"Look, we're soon having a common language!"
Drogba also saw the methods of this young master Huan.
Perhaps, in the eyes of Young Master Huan, he is still nothing, so Young Master Huan can fulfill any of his wishes without care, and even let him transfer freely.
But in any case, at least he felt a sense of respect.
At the very least, he respects his opinions and choices!
'Your desire is to beat Chelsea and prove your worth.'
"My wish is to defeat all the giants and prove the worth of our Great Saints!"
"In a way, our aspirations are the same!"
Speaking of this, Yang Huan smiled and raised a goblet containing the red wine of the Kailong family.
"Come, a toast to our common wishes!"
Both Drogba and agent Sedie immediately raised their glasses.
Bang, it!
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