Chapter 122 Kill Arsenal!

"Master John, why are we coming to the Emirates Stadium to watch the FA Cup?"

"That is, what's so good about the FA Cup? Are you in love with Arsenal now, Sir John?"

"It's not surprising that Charlton's performance is so bad that it's impossible to upgrade from League One this year."

Outside the Emirates Stadium, countless fans flock to the entrances of the stadium in twos and threes.

John Hunter and his three henchmen were among the crowd.

"Stop!" The servants on the left and right were chattering non-stop, and John Hunter was a little annoyed.

"I don't like Arsenal!" John Hunter looked at his men angrily.

"But I hate Southampton even more, I hate that Chinese!"

He will never forget the humiliation he suffered on that Chinese.

Losing the game in the bet not only made him lose his entire net worth, but also made him punished by his father. Even now, he doesn't even have a commuter car, so he can only walk and squeeze like ordinary fans. Subway and bus.

And all this was brought to him by Yang Huan.

"So, I came to the Emirates Stadium today to cheer for Arsenal, not because I like Arsenal, but because I hate Southampton. I hope Arsenal can bloody Southampton and avenge our hatred!"

John Hunter said it very indignantly, and the three servants around him were also set on fire.

They all lost badly too, and naturally they would love to see Southampton go downhill.

"In this period of time, I was frugal and saved 30,000 pounds. I bought Arsenal at William Hill to win. This time, I will see how Southampton wants to die!"

John Hunter has no doubts about Arsenal's strength. Wenger's team has an unbeaten record of two wins and two draws during the winter break, and Arsenal's form has been very good this season. Once in the lead position.

Arsenal are now third in the Premier League, with Chelsea, Manchester City and Manchester United locked in a tight spot.

Wenger had already said before the season that they are very ambitious for the FA Cup and focus on the cup competition. This is also a major strategy for Wenger to bid farewell to many years without a championship. After all, the competitive pressure faced by the league is too great.

So, in this case, Arsenal must do their best to deal with Southampton.

"Master John, did you really buy all of Arsenal?"

"Thirty thousand pounds?"

The subordinates were a little surprised when they heard it, but they all knew that the 30,000 pounds should have been collected bit by bit from Master John's usual frugality.

From this point, he can also deeply feel that he hates Yang Huan deeply.

"Yes, all of them!" John Hunter replied.

When the followers heard it, it was time to show their loyalty.

"Okay, we bought them all too!"

"I bought all my pocket money into Arsenal!"

"Yes, it's definitely not wrong to follow Master John."

John Hunter nodded vigorously and praised: "Good brother, enough loyalty!"

Just as the chaperones were calling to bet one by one, John Hunter was in the crowd and saw Yang Huan.

In addition to following the annoying bodyguard Long Wu, beside Yang Huan, there is also a pure and moving young girl.

The girl looked very sweet, with a bit of a pitiful temperament.

This scene made John Hunter very dissatisfied.

His mother's are all second-generation rich, but why is the gap so big?

There are always women around that damn Chinese, and they change them often, but he can't even see a woman around him!

Really more popular than dead people.

"It's so damn unlucky to meet him when you go out!" John Hunter scolded angrily.

As if it was his scolding that made Yang Huan feel psychologically, he actually looked over.

"Yo, Master John, what a coincidence!" Yang Huan walked over with a smile.

There was still a little time before the start of the game, but he did not expect to meet John Hunter, a prodigal.

John Hunter secretly called bad luck, but his expression was very embarrassing.

The last thing he wanted, and the last thing he wanted to meet, was Yang Huan.

"Master John, did you bring any money today?" Yang Huan seemed to be inviting him to gamble again.

John Hunter snorted coldly. He is now a poor and sour guy, and his money is thrown to the gambling group William Hill.

It was a serious bookmaker in the UK, protected by law.

He didn't know he didn't want to say it, but the attendant who came back from the phone pointed at Yang Huan angrily, "Don't be complacent, our young master John bought Arsenal with his entire net worth of 30,000 pounds, you are dead!"

"That's right, what a joy!"

"Go away, don't disturb us!"

The goddamn henchmen didn't notice that John Hunter's head was about to fall to the ground.

The dignified Master John, a well-known wealthy second generation in London, is poor enough to bet 30,000 pounds a game. If this spreads out, where will Master John's unpopular face go?

"Oh, 30,000 pounds..." Yang Huan suddenly realized that this kid was out of fuel.

"That's right, Master John, you can only go to William Hill for 30,000 pounds. When you have another 3 million, come back to me!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Huan greeted Ryuwu and Horikita Maki and walked forward.

"Oh yes, thank you for your two tickets!"

According to the rules of the FA Cup, although Southampton is an away game, Southampton can get half of the ticket revenue of the home team Arsenal. John Hunter has exactly four of them, and half is two tickets.

John Hunter gritted his teeth at Yang Huan's back, "Wait and see how Arsenal deal with you, when you cry."

"Yes, Master John, when we win the money, exchange it for coins and kill him!"

"That's a good idea, kill him with a coin!"

Smashing people to death with money is indeed what the rich second generation should do!

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"Why did you come?"

Charlene Laheri was sitting in the stands, and when she saw Yang Huan, her face was filled with anger.

Couldn't it be sooner?

"The big ones usually appear in the finale, and only those small characters will arrive early!" Yang Huan smiled and sat down beside Charlene Laheri.

Charlene Laheri noticed that behind Yang Huan was a young girl who looked like a flower and jade, followed by Long Wu, and felt a little strange, this guy is really diligent in changing female partners.

Zhang Ning, Huang Ying, Lin Yuner, there is one more now, is this too romantic and lewd?

What's more, each one is so pretty, which is a bit outrageous, isn't it?

"Who is she?" Charlene Laheri secretly pointed to Horikita Maki who was sitting on the other side of Yang Huan.

She may not have noticed it herself, there was a sour taste in her tone.

"She? Horikita Maki, my... personal assistant." Yang Huan replied casually.

His attention was all on the court, because on the court, players from both sides were already playing one after another.

personal assistant?

Charlene Laheri was a little skeptical, because a big man asked a big beauty like a flower to be a personal assistant.

There must be some tricks in there!

"Hey, Bielsa seems to have changed this time!" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

In Southampton's starting lineup, and did not see the team's core and captain Adam? Lallana.

The English native has always been a player Bielsa has relied on this season, but this game not only did not make it into the starting lineup, but also did not even make it into the bench.

The goalkeeper is still Neuer, and the back line is David Alaba, Benatia, Varane and Carvajal.

Without Adam Lallana, Bielsa did not choose Isco, who has a similar style of play, but went to Schneiderlin.

As a result, the midfielder used three players, namely Strowman, Schneiderlin and Vidal.

The combination of the three strong midfielders, Bielsa's intention is to strengthen the thickness of Southampton's midfield.

After all, this game is against Arsenal.

The three players on the front line are Neymar, Ibrahimovic and Chamberlain.

Charlene Laheri on the side nodded, "I heard that she was injured in training yesterday."

"Oh." Yang Huan understood, this was the only way to explain it.

When the players of the two teams walked out of the player tunnel one after another, the live broadcaster at the Emirates Stadium was also introducing the starting players of Arsenal. The first name to call out was the darling of the Emirates Stadium, the captain of Arsenal, the Spanish star French Bregas.

When the announcer called out Cesc Fabregas' name, the whole Emirates Stadium was like thunder.

Even this summer, after helping Spain win the World Cup, Cesc Fabregas was put on a Barcelona jersey by his teammates when celebrating, and the jersey door incident broke out, but the fans of the Gunners still hope to keep the soul of the team. core.

Following Cesc Fabregas is the team's number one striker Van Persie.

The Dutch striker ushered in a round of outbreaks in Arsenal this season and became the team's top scorer. Not to mention, he performed very well. He reached the peak of his career and is considered to be a world-class scorer by the outside world. transformation.

Van Persie's striker partner is England's local fast horse Walcott.

"Walcott, our gem from Southampton, will now help us beat Southampton!"

When the announcer introduced Walcott, he specially introduced his Southampton background, which made the Gunners fans cheer, but made the Southampton fans extremely annoyed.

"Damn gunmen, digging up our youth training treasure, how dare you be so arrogant!"

"Kill the Gunners, kill Arsenal!"

"Saints! Saints!! Saints!!!"

There was a deafening cry from Yang Huan's surroundings.

There are constantly Southampton fans rushing out of their seats, screaming.

But the cry didn't get far, as the Emirates Stadium was so big.

"The Gunners' home atmosphere is so bad!" Yang Huan shook his head and said.

Charlene Laheri smiled. "The price of tickets has risen again and again. People who really love football are excluded from the football field. The people who enter the football field are a group of gentlemen. Do you want them to shout?"

"Who says gentlemen can't shout?"

Yang Huan stood up with a smile, walked across the aisle, and came to a Southampton fan who was in charge of drumming.

"Give me the drumsticks!" Yang Huan snatched the drumsticks from the fan's hand and hit the drum with all his strength, making a sound like an air blast.

"Saints of Southampton, don't scatter the shouts!" Yang Huan shouted loudly.

"It's Young Master Huan!"

"Oh my God, Young Master Huan!"

The Southampton fans in the stands noticed Yang Huan, and Qi Qi all looked over.

Even the players lining up on the court noticed Yang Huan playing the drums.

"Look, that's Young Master Huan!"

"Master Huan is actually playing the drums for us."

"So exciting, motherfucker!"

Yang Huan didn't pay attention to whether other people looked at it or not, and shouted loudly, "Everyone shout with me, be neat, and let the bastards in Arsenal see how good we are in Southampton!"

"Okay!" There was a thunderous applause from the audience.

"Saint!" Yang Huan slammed the drum hard.

"Saints!!" the fans shouted in unison.

"Destroy Arsenal!" One more hammer.

"Kill Arsenal!!"

Although there were only more than 3,000 Southampton fans and they were located in relatively remote corners, the organized cries were not at all disadvantaged. The entire Emirates Stadium.

"This guy..." Charlene Laheri shook her head and smiled bitterly. She didn't expect Yang Huan to do this.

It was the first time for Horikita Maki to walk into a football stadium and experience the authentic football game in England, where tens of thousands of people gathered.

At this moment, she looked at Yang Huan, as if she saw a completely different Yang Huan from the one she had known in the past two days.

And she can also feel Yang Huan's deep love for football.

In the end, which one is the real him? ()