Football giants

Chapter 681 Love at Stamford Bridge

"How? How? Did you shoot it?"

Yang Huan excitedly asked the background emperor Paul Yarrow beside him.

This London fat man was holding up the Canon flagship SLR equipped with an ultra-telephoto lens in his hand, and kept pressing it, and there was a burst of popping sound, which was very pleasant and felt very professional.

But Master Huan saw it, but was not happy.

"Hey, I said, Paul, who are you shooting?"

"Kaka!" Paul Yarrow's eyes never left the SLR, and he continued to chase after Kaka who was celebrating with his teammates below, "I was lucky enough to capture the whole process of his scoring just now, and the reaction was too fast."

"I feel that Kaka is in good condition and active tonight, and he will definitely perform better!"

But as he was talking, he didn't hear anything from Master Huan. It was a bit strange at this moment. His glasses left the camera and looked over, only to find that Master Huan had an aggrieved expression on his face, as if he was about to throw him off the stands.

He immediately realized that it was bad!

"I fucking asked you to take pictures of Abrahimovic in the opposite stand, why are you taking pictures of Kaka?" Yang Huan was almost mad at him.

Paul Yarrow knew he was in the wrong, and immediately started laughing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master Huan, am I not a fan of Kaka? So, when I saw him score a goal, I couldn't help being excited!"

"I'll shake your head, aim at Abramovich, take a clearer picture, even the vegetable leaves from last night on his teeth, you have to take a clearer picture!" Yang Huan said at the end, laughing himself out.

"Shoot it right away, I'll take it right away!" Paul Yarrow quickly put his eyes up again, aiming the ultra-telephoto lens at the opposite stand, but muttered in his mouth, "Damn Russian, if I don't take a picture of your underwear tonight, I won't be Paul Yarrow!"

Charlene Lahiri, who was sitting between the two, was already leaning forward and backward with a smile. She seriously doubted that if it was a spoof, Master Huan must be the patriarch of Paul Yarrow!
Otherwise, why would you give someone a flagship SLR worth several thousand euros for no reason, just to take a few ugly photos of Abramovich on the opposite side of the stand as a spoof?
Speaking of which, this Paul Yarrow is really too, he doesn't understand the point at all!
For no reason, Master Huan exchanged shotguns for you, is it just to let you take pictures of idols?

Don't be stupid, okay?

Master Huan is here to let you shoot more material, so you can spoof Abramovich more when you go back at night!

"I said, Master Huan, how did he offend you recently?" Charlene Lahiri asked with a smile.

"No, it's just that he doesn't like it!" Yang Huan said confidently.

Charlene Lahiri almost fell down, could this also be a reason for Master Huan to punish him?

But thinking about it is also right, this Paul Yarrow is ready-made, and Master Huan is always there, as for the flagship SLR with several thousand yuan, it is just a drop in the bucket for Master Huan.

Besides, Master Huan is also a major shareholder of Paul Yarrow's company, and he bought the flagship SLR to the company, so Master Huan is not losing money.

Charlene Lahiri turned her head again and glanced at the fat man beside her. Not to mention, she really looked like a professional photographer.

Just watching him hold up the DSLR, keep adjusting the focus, changing the angle, snapping snaps over there, people who don’t know will definitely think he is a master photographer.

"How was it? How was the filming going?" Yang Huan asked with interest.

Paul Yarrow's hand was a little sore, and he put it down, "Take dozens of pictures, take a look, Master Huan!"

Yang Huan reached out to take the SLR handed over by him, and when he saw it, he was immediately happy.

Abramovich deserved to be unlucky, probably because he saw Kaka score a goal, and Abramovich jumped into a rage over there. His body movements and expressions were quite rich, and in this mode of continuous shooting of more than ten pictures per second, some of the expressions captured were quite spoof, and Yang Huan couldn't help laughing.

Even Charlene Lahiri, who leaned over her head, giggled.

Unexpectedly, this Paul Yarrow is not only a spoof, but even the photos he took have a spoof.

"Hey, Master Huan, show us!"

"Yes, show us quickly, Master Huan!"

The group of rich second-generations who were afraid of chaos in the Saints fan club behind them were all as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they were excited.

As soon as it was received, everyone burst into laughter again.

"Fatty, just shoot like this, you don't have to do anything in this game, just stare at Abramovich and shoot him to death!"

"Huh?" Paul Yarrow's face suddenly turned bitter.

"Master Huan, let's make an agreement, I'm here to see the idol..."

"Oh, what's so good about Kaka, I'll give you tickets later, you can watch him train every day, and today you'll be staring at Abramovich, you know?"

Paul Yarrow nearly cried.

Fortunately, he thought that Master Huan was kind to him, so he gave him tickets to watch an idol competition, and even gave him his flagship DSLR, but in the end...

"Hey, let me say, Master Huan, you're not planning to blackmail him by taking pictures of him like this, are you?" John Cork and the others behind him also felt curious after laughing mischievously.

"I blackmailed him?" Yang Huan said, "He deserves it?"

This is too powerful, right?

But when everyone thought about it, they were right. With the wealth and status of Young Master Yi Huan today, let alone one Abramovich, even two, oh, no, three, may not be able to catch up with Young Master Huan.

Talking about extortion is indeed too much for Master Huan's worth!

"Then you are..." Hugh Grosvenor was also very strange.

Yang Huan sighed deeply, feeling like no one in the world can understand me.

"Didn't I see that the big guys and netizens are bored recently? So I want to add some jokes to everyone!"

After a pause, Master Huan turned his head and asked nervously, "How is it? Am I good enough?"

"Cut!" Everyone pointed out their middle fingers, and burst out laughing.

As for Young Master Huan, whoever said this would be a fool and an idiot!
"Charlene, tell me, for an honest person like me, they don't even believe me. Tell me to be fair!"

Charlene Lahiri did not doubt him, and immediately replied, "I don't believe it either!"

"Isn't it? We know each other so well, and you don't even believe me?"

"Who knows you well..." Charlene Lahiri was halfway through speaking, and immediately realized the guy's ambiguous words, and immediately retreated.

There is no way, there is a good saying, a tree will die without bark, and people are shameless and invincible!

This young master Huan is invincible!

"By the way, I thought of it!" Paul Yarrow on the side suddenly slapped his thigh and jumped up.

"What do you think of? Are you dancing the Great God?" Yang Huan asked.

Paul Yarrow didn't know what a great dancer was, and thought that Master Huan was praising him, so he nodded hurriedly and said, "Master Huan, take a look at these photos."

Yang Huan leaned over and saw the photo of Abramovich in the SLR camera. He didn't know what he was cursing, and his mouth was just round.

"Look at this one again!" Paul Yarrow switched photos in a wicked way.

This is a photo of Mourinho. Not long after the opening, the Portuguese madman put his hands in his pockets and leaned back slightly.

"Ah!" Charlene Lahiri reacted immediately, and glared at Paul Yarrow in embarrassment and annoyance.

This is too outrageous, right?

On the contrary, it was Yang Huan, with a cheerful but innocent look, "What's the matter? It's just two photos, what's the fuss about?"

Charlene Lahiri was depressed, she really wanted to grab the clothes on the chest of Master Huan, and asked him fiercely, can you swear that you can't hear Paul Yarrow's voice at all?
But she soon thought that even if he pointed a gun at Young Master Huan, with his thick skin, he would say without hesitation that he was too simple to understand at all!

Sure enough, thick-skinned people are still popular in this world!

"Master Huan, I even thought about the title of this episode." Paul Yarrow laughed.

This guy is also a person who has no bottom line when it comes to spoofing. Anyway, he can't enter the British upper class society at all. At best, he can only entertain the general public.

"Really? Let's hear it!"

"It's called Stamford Bridge friendship!"

"what?"

"Hey, don't you think it's a gimmick?" Paul Yarrow asked for credit.

"Isn't this too vulgar?" Yang Huan frowned deeply, "A gentleman with connotation, depth, and taste like me, I think..."

The people around almost didn't show a big middle finger again.

My dear Young Master Huan, Paul Yarrow's spoof, seems to be trained by your old man, right?
Oh, now that you're not spoofing, you're starting to say that you have connotations, depth, and taste?

Still a gentleman?
When did this gentleman become like your old man?
However, everyone almost didn't laugh until their stomachs hurt, so they could only keep their words in their hearts, because even if they said it, Master Yi Huan's eloquence would definitely be able to make them speechless.

Just when they were leaning forward and backward laughing, Yang Huan had a wonderful turning point.

"Tsk tsk, but what the general public needs is this kind of vulgar pastime, and you are an expert in this aspect, and I am a layman, so don't ask me about this kind of thing, just figure it out!"

Charlene Lahiri laughed so much that she lay on Master Huan's shoulder, feeling that she was about to lose her breath.

I've seen thick-skinned people, but I've never seen someone as thick as Master Huan.

This is too shameless, you are talking nonsense with your eyes open!

But Paul Yarrow was depressed.

Usually what the leader means by saying this is, I think your idea is feasible, so you can go ahead and do it, but let’s talk about it first, if something goes wrong, you have to take care of it, and it has nothing to do with me.

How could a person as simple as me and so clean-minded have such low-interest spoof ideas?
Thinking of this, Paul Yarrow sighed deeply.

What else can he do?
As the so-called short-handed, cannibalism is soft.

He took Master Huan's flagship SLR, can he do something for Master Huan?
Well, why not just release two episodes in this issue, one is about the heavy taste of Stamford Bridge, and the other is about the resurrection of the prince. Work harder, and treat it as a commemoration of your idol Kaka!

OK, that's it!
Just when Paul Yarrow made up his mind, the situation on the court changed again.

A counterattack after Southampton intercepted the ball in the midfield, Sturridge dribbled the ball forward from the right, but Chelsea's defense was also very fast. As a last resort, Sturridge had to pass the ball back to Oscar who was following behind.

Seeing that Chelsea had assembled a heavy army on the right, Oscar immediately took two steps laterally. Seeing Suarez stop outside the penalty area, he immediately passed the ball over.

Suarez stopped the ball, David Luiz did not snatch it close to him at the first time, the Uruguayan striker made a trip to the middle, and hit a curve ball with his right foot.

After the ball crossed a curved arc, it hung straight to the upper right corner of the goal!
"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!"

All the Saints fans who came to the away game burst into enthusiastic cheers again.

Paul Yarrow was well prepared this time, and the camera was aimed at Abramovich and Mourinho in front of the coach's bench, and captured a lot of photos that I am afraid they would have the urge to kill when they saw it!

Two to zero, the game lasted less than 10 minutes, but Chelsea seemed to have been defeated like a mountain!

(End of this chapter)