Football giants

Chapter 212 Hollow them out for me!

"Finally found the organization, may I ask, who is the master?"

"Master, the bar is so chaotic, don't you care about it?"

"The bar owner here is too unqualified, change it!"

"That's right, Southampton has no organization at all, how can it form combat effectiveness!"

"Everyone, stop posting and understand the difficulties of the bar owner and the small bars."

"I'm the hero OOXX, everyone, don't worry about it. Suddenly there are so many people here, we also have a headache."

"Attention everyone who likes Southampton, don't let people from other teams see the joke!"

"The owner of the Bielsa bar is here, and I wish the Southampton bar every success."

"Ibrahimovic, come on, Lord!"

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Sheng Wumao looked at the posts in the post bar in front of him, and he was a little dumbfounded.

Almost every refresh can refresh several pages of new posts.

How should this be managed?

Originally, there were only more than 1 people, but now, it suddenly jumped to 10,000+, and it is still rising.

My goodness, how can so many people be organized?
Just when Sheng Wumao was having a headache, a private message came suddenly.

"Hi, I'm the boss of **** bar, the leader of Young Master Huan. I saw the private message and chatted in the WeChat group."

St. Wumao hesitated when he saw this private message.

What is the origin of Master Huan's top horse?
Could it be Young Master Yang Huan from Southampton?

Soon, the phone rang again.

Caller ID, hero OOXX!

"Five cents, did you receive the private message?"

"Got it, how about you?"

"I also received it, not only me, I heard that people from Southampton Club and Saints Club also received it."

"Have the saints received it too?" Sheng Wumao was a little surprised.

It is normal for Southampton to receive it. After all, Dun and Dun are two different translations.

But a saint...

"Saints doesn't seem to be a fan post bar, but a novel post bar?" Sheng Wu Mao was a little amused.

The hero OOXX laughed on the phone, "That's right, but in a few hours today, they also poured in nearly [-] members. As a result, when the members heard that this is not a football post bar, but a novel post bar, they immediately quit and directly rebelled."

"Rebellion?" Sheng Wumao was a little dumbfounded.

The legend is true!
If you don't act as the owner of the post bar, you will be rebelled!
"By the way, hero, what do the people in the **** bar want to do?" This is what Saint Wumao cares most about.

"I don't know, let's go and listen first, anyway, the Internet can't kill people."

"Well, okay, I'll add them on WeChat too."

Hang up the phone, open WeChat, enter the number, and join the group.

St. Wumao joined this group chat.

Daxia OOXX joined this group chat.

"Okay, everyone is here." A man named Master Huan came out to speak.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am the owner of **** bar, the leader of Master Huan. I believe that you may not have heard of ****. Let me explain first. This is a fan group of Master Yang Huan who is active overseas. The core members are some very good people, such as Uncle Bird!"

"Psy?"

"Isn't it? That Uncle Psy who sang Gangnam Style?"

"Is he also a fan of Young Master Yang Huan?"

"Oh my god, it turns out that Uncle Piao is with us, so happy!"

"It's the first time I've heard of it."

"Is it true or false?"

But someone immediately jumped out to prove it.

"It's true, I'm Uncle Bird, lord, I'm a little bird, I can prove that the words of the winning horse are true."

For a while, everyone was in an uproar.

Uncle Bird!
This is the post bar with the largest number of people and the most active post bar.

It is said that the number of fans exceeds [-] million!
It can be called a monument in the post bar world!

Even if he proves it to be true, then it must be true!

"Everyone be quiet, whoever speaks again will kick him out of the group!"

As soon as Master Huan's head horse spoke, the group immediately fell silent.

"You are so unorganized and undisciplined, how can you form a force?"

Everyone immediately remained silent.

"I'll say it again, Uncle Psy is just one of the gangsters, and there are others like Lin Yuner, Maki Horikita, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Neymar, etc. I said that the core members of the gangster are all amazing people!"

When everyone heard this, they all felt that their eyes were shining.

Indeed, these are a group of awesome masters!
For a moment, the signboard of **** immediately became glittering with gold, incomparably high-end and upscale.

"The main purpose of bringing you here today is to integrate. Southampton, Southampton and Saints, and even the postings of Southampton stars must be integrated into one force, calling out our voices, no longer as loose as in the past, and fighting separately!"

"As long as you perform well, you will have a chance to join the ****!"

"If you don't cooperate, or feel that your ability is not enough to manage such a large number of members, then please hand over your position as the owner!"

"Now, please make a choice!"

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"******,******,******!!!!"

When the news that Southampton upset Manchester United in the FA Cup final began to ferment around the world and caused an earthquake, Abramovich was furiously venting his anger in a luxury apartment in Kensington.

The confidant Marina Granovskia standing opposite him stood upright, not daring to breathe, let alone make a sound.

Don't look at the Russians who try their best to put on a gentleman's demeanor in front of others, but in private, once they get angry, their appearance is so ferocious that it makes people feel that they are different.

He is a man of very strong desires.

Only this kind of person is qualified to become a rich oligarch in Russia.

After venting, Abramovich sat back on the sofa and looked at the cronies in front of him.

"Who went to the celebration banquet in Southampton last night?"

Marina Granovskia mulled over her words, "Prince William and his wife, London Mayor Boris Johnson, the chairman of the FA, the chief executive of the Premier League, and representatives of some sponsors, as well as some famous figures in London, basically everyone who appeared in the royal box has gone."

Except this one in front of you.

Abramovich also received an invitation, but he was reluctant to go.

I went there, just looking at Yang Huan's scenery, is it interesting?

A trace of jealousy flashed across Abramovich's eyes.

Once upon a time, these people did not come to the celebration banquet for Chelsea's championship!
Seeing the boss's unhesitating expression, Granovskia immediately added another sentence.

"As far as I know, many people went because Prince William and his wife decided to participate."

Now Abramovich looked a little better.

Although the British royal family no longer has any real power in this country, the symbolic significance is still great.

But for those guys who claim to be gentlemen and nobles, who doesn't want to have something to do with the royal family?

As a subordinate, observing words and emotions is the most basic skill.

As soon as Abramovich looked better, Granovskia knew that his words had worked, and he knew it.

"Boss, there is no need to fight against Southampton, they won't last long."

Sure enough, Abramovich was interested, "Oh?"

"Professional leagues have always been like this, especially in the four top leagues. As long as a team like Southampton performs well, it will immediately be poached by the rich teams, and the whole team will immediately fall apart."

"Although Southampton will be promoted to the English Championship next season, that is also the second tier league. As for the Europa League, who would place high hopes on a second tier league team?"

Abramovich couldn't help but nodded, which made sense.

"As far as I know, there are already many teams paying attention to Southampton. Chamberlain, Neymar, Adam Lallana, Vidal, Stroman, Varane, Benatia, Carvajal, David Alaba and Neuer..."

Granovskia paused, saying that if he continued, the list would be very long.

"Southampton have had a good season, but the question is, can they keep people?"

Abramovich understood what Granovskia meant.

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.

No matter how strong Southampton is, it is also the British Championship.

From the League One to the Championship, and from the Championship to the Premier League, those are three completely different worlds, which are unimaginable.

Was Brighton good enough back then?

He was promoted to four levels in three years and was invincible, but in the English Championship, he couldn't be promoted and was relegated back to the League One.

"Which three teams have been relegated from the Premier League this season?" asked Abramovich.

Granovskia laughed: "Birmingham, Blackpool and West Ham."

Abramovich laughed as soon as he heard it, "Two veteran Premier League teams!"

"more than."

"Oh?" The Russian didn't understand.

"Last season's three relegated Premier League teams, Burnley, Hull City and Portsmouth, have failed to advance from the Championship this season."

At first glance, Abramovich didn't understand what it meant.

Granovskia immediately explained: "They were relegated last season. The Premier League's parachute protection policy lasts for two years, so they will receive more than 1000 million pounds of parachute protection funds next season."

"Combined with West Ham United, Birmingham and Blackpool this season, the competition in the Championship in the new season will be extremely fierce!"

What professional leagues compare is burning money!

Whoever has stronger financial backing will be able to take advantage.

More than 1000 million pounds may not be a big deal for a Premier League team, but for the average income of less than 80 pounds per team in the British Championship, that is almost astronomical.

Among other things, as long as the more than 1000 million pounds are spent on signings, a strong team in the British Championship can definitely be built.

Six teams enjoying the Premier League's parachute protection policy, unexpectedly appearing in the English Championship at the same time, who said it would not be tragic?

"In addition to these six teams, the strength of Reading, Cardiff, Middlesbrough, Leeds United, Crystal Palace and Watford are also good, and Southampton will not only have to deal with the English Championship, League Cup and FA Cup, but also a Europa League."

When it came to this, Granovskia couldn't help laughing.

"If this summer, this team suffers another heavy blow in the transfer market, what will they use to compete with others in the new season?"

The more Abramovich heard it, the more it made sense.

He even seemed to see Yang Huan's helpless expression as Southampton sunk in the quagmire of the English Championship.

"What teams are eyeing Southampton players now?"

Granovskia shook his head, "It's not clear yet, the transfer period hasn't started yet, but Ferguson, Dalglish, and Wenger are all very interested in the teenager Chamberlain."

Abramovich slapped the sofa vigorously, "Then let's grab it too!"

"Snatch Chamberlain?"

"What do you think?" Abramovich asked back.

"I think that Southampton's captain Adam Lallana is more worthy of poaching. A midfielder like him who can hold the ball at the front of the penalty area, especially the native midfielder in England, is already very scarce and is what we need."

"The other one is the central defender Benatia. This central defender is also quite good, and it is also a kind of reinforcement for our defense."

"Not only that, these two players play an important role in Southampton's entire tactical framework. If they leave and Chamberlain also leaves, then the strength of this Southampton team will be greatly reduced!"

Abramovich got excited, stood up with a smile, pointed at Granovskia, "Then you do it!"

"Hollow them out for me!"

He likes to do this kind of thing that harms others and benefits himself the most, and he does it most vigorously.

Didn't Chelsea rely on this trick to gain a firm foothold in the Premier League and European football?
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