The Premier League's big pot rice distribution system has always made the small clubs of other leagues drool. Over the next four seasons from 2012 to 2016, the Premier League will spend £2.1 billion a year on broadcasting, 25% of which will go to lower-division teams, grassroots football, players' unions, etc., and the remaining 75% will go to 20 Premier League clubs. Among them, the overseas revenue and local broadcast revenue are equally divided between each team and 50%, the domestic revenue is divided according to the number of games, and the remaining 25% depends on the final league ranking.

In this way, the Premier League giants can earn nearly 100 million yuan in a season, and the weak teams that have not broadcast a few games can also get more than 60 million, and Bayern can only get about 38 million in the same time period. Not only that, if you count the "parachute allowance" that has just been launched, the team that is unfortunately relegated from the Premier League can continue to receive a total of 75 million broadcast compensation for three years. If you are promoted to the Premier League, even relegation after one season means that you can immediately reap a huge sum of nearly £100 million in the coming year. This Nima is no longer a promotion play-off, but a gold mine!

This is also a key factor in such a hot spot off the field.

In terms of income, if you count the jerseys, stadiums, and players, it's weird, and you can't stop it with 100 million. Of course, 45% of this income will be used for player salary increases, and the salary and bonus of the team's star players will immediately be doubled, turning into a lot of money, and even more, if they leave the team in the summer to join some big teams, they can already live a life of eating tea and eggs every day.

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The Portsmouth players are excited, but obviously the Cardiff players are a little bit more excited. Dehua's Malaysian uncle, Boss Chen, who took three wives, offered a winning prize of 10 million euros before the game, and a goal prize of 3 million euros for scoring a goal, although this guy was scolded as a fool by the local fans, but his money is still the favorite thing of the fans here.

Portsmouth, on the other hand, has nothing.

With one hand in his pocket and the other pinching a list of names reading something from the starting list for today's game, through his magnetic voice: "Enyeama, Meunier, Rudiger, Magri, Mendy, Kante, Drinkwater, De Leari, Icardi, Mane......" He paused and looked at Mahrez, who was a little pale, "Are you alright?" Riad? Ward's eyes were concerned, one of his main wingers had been having diarrhea since lunch in the afternoon, and the team doctor couldn't see why, only that it was a bad meal, and it was normal to eat bad things.

"No... Affair... I have to... Take it a slow. Mahrez gasped a little as he spoke, and Ward's eyes swept over everyone present, but he quickly shook his head and focused on choosing to use people.

It's already like this, even if Mahrez says he can play, Ward doesn't believe it.

"Riad, rest this time, Wa ......"

Before Hydward could finish speaking, he was about to call Vardy's name when he was interrupted, "Coach, I want to go up and try." ”

Looking over at the voice, the people in the locker room were a little surprised. It's not Mahrez's regular substitute Hleb, it's not Schneider, who has a single feature in the same position, and it's not Mokona in midfield. The man who spoke had beautiful blonde hair, and Margery was blonde as well, but his was even prettier, with a handsome body and a stilted nose, and a little pimple on his head, but it still didn't affect his shining blue eyes and knife-edge smile.

This is a typical handsome English guy, and a dilapidated cabinet next to him does not affect his temperament, like a knight in the Middle Ages, calm and elegant.

What a confident lad! Ward couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Hey, boy, you'd better sit back in your seat, it's a bunch of man-eating tigers outside!" Vardy stepped up, laughed and pointed to the lad at the back of the row, his voice heard throughout the dressing room.

Kante's ears moved, his head didn't deviate and he continued to do his thing, Icardi moved his ankle to adjust the position of the shin guards, and in his hand was a piece of paper with the technical information of all Cardiff City's defensive players, which he was reciting and not caring. Some of the others had their arms around their chests or their chins propped up, watching the excitement.

All eyes were on the kid who had just entered the first team, and of course everyone knew him, Louis Brent, the kid Ward brought back from the Academy, and he was accompanied by Freyer and John. Collingham. The latter two have already made first-team appearances, with Collingham in particular being praised by everyone for his passing.

On the contrary, it was Louis who was the first to come out. Brent, his place is very competitive, the first time he came to the team, he ended up in the development team for two full weeks, he was eager to be closer to the main team, but Hydward took everyone on the road with him for those two weeks.

He was banished back to the youth team, and the second time, when Brent was back here, he was faced with a corner, dusty, worn, missing door, broken cabinet door with no screws, which had been owned by Margery most of the time six months before.

Without a player label, Margery wrote one himself, with a small string of English be fearless, and then accepted the "insult".

But apparently Brent didn't think so, he didn't think that way from the first moment he saw the thing.

"I just want to change the cabinet that matches me," he gestured to the empty spot next to Icardi, "That's good, I'll go up and teach the other side a lesson, and then I'll have him." ”

"......" The haughty tone made everyone look at him with the eyes of a monster.

Long.

"Arrogant boy" Vardy, apparently very dissatisfied with the haughty Brent, immediately stood up again, sarcastically saying: "Anyone who shouts that I am a king cannot be a real king at all." ”

This is an English proverb.

Luis didn't refute, just looked at Hydward and waited for the head coach to leave.

Hydward raised his hand to look at the time in everyone's eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Fifteen minutes, if you don't play well, you can be replaced at any time." "And then don't speak.

Louis smiled like a knife again, and the sky was full of rainbow, as if a rainstorm was about to fall, and it was dark outside, but after a moment it was clear again. He restrained his emotions with a quick speed, just like a knight on the expedition quickly sorted out his equipment, picked up a pair of somewhat worn shoes and wiped them repeatedly, his clothes changed the size several times, but the shoes have been worn so much that nothing has changed.

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The people in the locker room exchanged again after more than half an hour of on-field training, and several people who knew each other got together, John, Frey, Louis and Margery, they were all produced in the 93-95 age group of Pons training camp, the youth team likes to bomb early in the morning, and the children of Coach "Don".

Several people have very different personalities, some are flexible, some are steady, and some are keen.

Someone said: "Luis, aren't you afraid, Vardy is still staring at you." ”

Brent didn't answer slowly, listening to Finnan's order, he ran quickly and shot through the gate guarded by Enyeama, wiping a little sweat from his forehead, "I don't want to spend my limited life expecting infinite time, it's not worth it at all." ”

Brent ran back and forth again and continued: "As for Vardy, the people who didn't play, there was no drama to sing. ”