"Sir, it's beautiful to win!"

Before the game, the two men in black suits, white shirts, and black bow ties were still waiting in the same place, just like before, stopping Hydward, who was about to leave. Mr. Bodyguard's attitude was more than 18,000 times better than before, and he also cordially sent his blessings.

"Thank you." Reaching out not to hit the smiley man, Ward accepted the blessing and shook hands with them.

"Mr. Manager, as long as you show your FIFA coaching certificate, even if the level is not matched, we can still prove your innocence, you are an excellent head coach."

The two bodyguards are as vicious as hatred, and the child is still crying when he is wronged, not to mention the head coach of a Championship team. They scolded the garbage like "The Sun" N times in their hearts, and there is nothing more heart-wrenching than wronging a football coach.

Hydward reached into the inner pocket of his clothes, and after digging for a long time and finding nothing, he spread his hands at the nervous two gentlemen.

"nothing" and smiled.

The two looked at each other, not understanding what the hell this man was playing.

"I'm an impostor, I really don't have a certificate" Hydward told the truth word for word, there was no way he was lying, this was the last insistence.

The truth is always harder to believe, and the atmosphere in the players' tunnel is quietly intimidating.

The lie is spoken out of the mouth for the ears to hear, but the eyes are full of tears, and there is no more stupid than the heart, which is silent. Glancing at the locker room door not far from him, unable to move a step forward with his feet as if they were filled with lead, Hydward sighed, took off the suit he had never left in official games, and placed it in the crook of his arm. The general took off his robe, and Ward relaxed his body, turned around and left calmly.

Quietly I went, as quietly I came......

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What can happen in three days? Maybe they can forget everything. Portsmouth's new head coach White. Walker's leadership began training for the final game of the winter transfer window, with a few photos taken by the media and a cheer at the training ground as a front-page headline.

Maybe nothing has changed, at least that's the official FA message. The head coach of the Pompeo Army is not Hyde Ward, from registration to pre-game and post-game signatures, etc., Walker's name is clearly written on it, and the operation is in accordance with the regulations, but the media still uses the words of the new coach to take office.

Maybe everything has changed again, Hydward's apartment has been vacated, and the landlord doesn't know where the original occupant has gone. The Nokia N97, which is often turned on 24 hours a day, loses its signal, and a nice electronic tone will prompt "The call you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please dial again later", and then there is a large number of busy tones and repetitions.

The outside world really changes day by day, and the day after Hydward left the team, Russian owner Antonov parachuted into the team's training center with his beautiful secretary. Although he was riddled with scandals because of economic and gang-related issues, it didn't seem to affect the good mood of the oligarch when he was released from prison. It's contagious, and it's not for nothing that the players are in a good mood, and the owner went ahead and paid back all the winners the team owed in the second half of the year, as well as the arrears of wages, and gave an extra amount of compensation, and then promised to get the team back on track soon.

The boss is here, Portsmouth is too peaceful, the boss is here, and the blue sky is there!

The hundreds of thousands of euros that Heidward privately took out could be forgotten by everyone as quickly as possible. The check was now in Tom's hand, and he sat in the parlor with the whole team as a lawyer and listened to Antonov.

The Russian tyrant has a big belly and a mustache on his face, and it is particularly fun to pout when he speaks. Richards secretly deserted, "Tom, is there any news of the boss?" He still prefers the manager who often lectures him to the so-called boss, and the extra 5,000 euros he would have been excited about a few months ago, is now lying quietly in an envelope and casually thrown on his desk.

Tom kept swiping his fingers across the screen, shook his head and whispered, "No." ”

His brow furrowed tightly, and the tablet was full of incomprehensible lines and cousins.

Richards is a top student in finance, and now Hydward has lost his talent and skills, but he's still in charge of the team. "The boss is back, we should be able to get rid of the debt quickly, but it's true, the alliance has sent more than a dozen investigation notices in the past few days."

Tom didn't speak, and his hand tightened as he looked at the pictures.

"What's the boss with a broken certificate, let's ask FIFA to buy one in the future", Richards was talking nonsense without closing the door.

"Don't be too optimistic," Tom lowered his voice, and finally responded.

"Antonov's large sums of money have been frozen by the Lithuanian government, and he can't come up with that much money at all, and it's unlikely even in the future."

"His business is all over Eastern Europe, but most of them are illegal and criminal activities, and the Russian side has already taught him a lesson, and Antonov will have to spend the rest of his life in prison."

Richards looked at Tom incredulously, his words were always reliable, "But he paid for the team's salary and bonuses, as well as the money for daily operations......"

"That thing is worth a few dollars, not as much as Crouch's two-year signing fee, he always has some personal assets. has the ability to negotiate Margery's professional contract, and people are doing the work of a first-line star with an apprenticeship contract", Tom ruthlessly interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Antonov's old bastard mud bodhisattva is unable to protect himself, he is trying to resell the equity to the second shareholder, and the old thing has no intention of paying off the debt for Portsmouth!"

Hong Kong owner Qian Li, the second shareholder of the club, has invested in this football club for some years, and it is precisely because of the poor management of the team that it sold at the beginning. Antonov plans to sell the club back at the original price of the market value, but the idea is very beautiful and the reality is cruel, and Tom is powerless to complain about the meager financial resources of the money gift.

Richards fell into the abyss, turning over the history of Portsmouth, and the club survived the frenzied resale. Ten full ten resells in forty years, and four bankruptcies, the British boss; American Boss; Saudi bosses; Russia; oil bosses; The duty-free shop owner and so on, have changed countless fathers, and they are even more terrifying than Lu Bu.

The eleventh resale in the history of Pompey's legion, and the fifth bankruptcy is just around the corner.

Tom and Richards, and perhaps others, had just begun to miss Hydward's end of class.

PS: To prevent everyone from thinking that I am a eunuch, it is better to build a book friend group to facilitate communication, group number: 206120365, it is easy to see in the chapters, and it is still very deserted.

PS2: Thank you for the second reward, I should have written a few more chapters, but Wensi couldn't spring up, and every step of writing was torment.