The post-match comments were red. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After five years of missing from Europe due to two tragic incidents, the English are really lacking confidence, and it is rare that the two teams are in sight of qualifying this season, and the media naturally flock to catch who praises whom.

Similar to Arsenal, Manchester United have two wins and one defeat in the Champions League group stage, with two home games in their next three games, and it will not be difficult to qualify.

In fact, without the smooth implementation of the Boseman Act of '96, it would still be difficult to count on England's local players plus three foreign players to make a difference in the European battlefield. But who would have thought that in 30 years, the clubs in England, which have always been looked down upon by the technical flow league, are getting richer and richer, and the attraction of the Premier League has gradually surpassed that of the Bundesliga, showing a momentum of sitting on the top two.

Now that player transfers are becoming more and more frequent, and their value and annual salary are becoming more and more exaggerated, the trend of Jinyuan football has become unstoppable. Multinational forces like Arsenal used to be disgraced by traditional English, but now with more and more supporters and more influence, their attitude has long since turned a big corner, from brainless black to accepting reality, and no longer talking about the number of local players.

Of course, compared with Manchester United's class of 92, which carries the hopes of the English people, Arsenal is not as favored as their own sons, and the quality of the results determines the attitude of the media.

Strictly speaking, it's not something to be proud of away from a team at the bottom of the pack to take all three points in such a thrilling way, the way teams win is not as flashy and fluid as it used to be, and if it weren't for the opponents trying to take the three points, a draw would be a normal result.

The media doesn't care about these twists and turns, they win anyway, and the three points don't lie.

"The two new signings worked together to stage a classic, and the passing and running coordination was fascinating!"

"The free man tactics shine, and the mo conquers Istanbul with an all-round performance!"

"The veteran dead wood is spring again. Parol used his strength to prove that he is not old! ”

"Patrick Vieira broke through the enemy on his own, and his domineering penalty helped the team beat the opponent!"

"The double line is soaring, and the arsenal is like a rainbow!"

In the past, Anelka would have rarely looked at these comments squarely, but now that there is a thorn in his heart, he naturally becomes extremely sensitive.

Petit intervened to organize a fraternity event that saved their small circle from civil unrest for the time being. But everyone understands that competitive sports rely on strength to eat, and no matter how good the relationship between them is, it is useless to fail to prove it. Wiltord is actually a typical example, if he hadn't had the foresight to take the handle in his hands, this guy would have defected to the enemy a long time ago.

Now the handle is still sharp, but the feeling of being exposed in public makes him extremely unhappy.

The younger he is, the more he feels that he can do anything, and with a high-profile entry into the wealthy club on the horizon, Anelka can calmly accept the name of "bad boy". But no one is allowed to ride on his head and go wild!

In the evening, in the VIP box of the Westwood Bar, Anecal sat alone on the huge sofa, and the coffee table in front of him was already empty.

“...... Sariya, it's me, Nikolai. Sylvain hasn't been obedient lately, so help me find out what you've been thinking lately....... Are you aware of it too? Haha, that couldn't be better. It's time to bang and bang this guy, otherwise I don't know how thick the sky is! That's right. His wife still doesn't know about your existence, take advantage of this, and don't let him have the idea of breaking the jar......."

Hanging up the phone, a smile appeared on the corner of Anelka's mouth, but unfortunately it didn't last long before the phone rang. Bad news followed.

The annual salary of 1.2 million pounds after tax was denied, and the other party was only willing to pay 800,000 pounds. In addition, half of the player's image rights are owned by the club!

The former is easy to discuss, and if you make a compromise, 1 million pounds is acceptable. The latter is.

Although Anelka is not very literate, he also understands some unwritten rules in the circle, and in order to prevent being ridiculed for being lonely, he also checked the information on the computer in the box.

I don't know if I don't check the results, and I'm shocked when I check it.

Player image rights are not just a simple face, conversations, supplies, and any activity that can generate commercial value, all of which are part of it!

In other words, attending events, shooting advertisements, endorsing products, and other such money-attracting behaviors, just because of this content, you will lose half of your income!

The more star-level the player, the smaller the percentage of the income given by the club. A superstar with huge potential like Anelka, the target is Zizu, who is in full swing, if he signs the contract into a deed of sale because he is in a hurry to transfer, he can only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach in the future!

“...... Claude, I know you're in a hurry for money, but why don't you just sell me? Why didn't you tell me the truth? Why can't you think of me like a real big brother? Don't ask me how I got the news, the things you did were so filthy that some people couldn't stand it! ”

Anelka hung up angrily, grabbed the wine on the coffee table and took a few sips, and rang the service bell as he put it down.

After a while, the fact that no one cared about him made him angry, and the half-drunk whiskey was raised high and slammed to the ground, and after a loud "bang", the sound of breathlessness was heard outside the room.

"Mr. Nicholas, what's wrong?"

"You English who owe x, bastards who don't know anything but money, take it, take it!" Anecal, who had obviously drunk a lot, cursing as he pulled a dozen crumpled bills out of his pocket and threw them at the door.

The one who came first seemed to be quite experienced, and when he saw that the guests were already drunk, he turned his head and ordered the little attendant behind him to call the security guard, and he turned around and began to persuade the crowd of onlookers behind him.

There were scattered banknotes there, and the crowd of onlookers naturally refused to retreat easily, and while they were negotiating, Anelka in the house scolded again.

This time, although it was not English, there was no one who could not hear the hideous expression.

"Hey, if I were from England, I would have gone in and beaten him up, really, is it a shame to spend money here?"

A tall blonde woman in the crowd pursed her lips and continued to complain to the guy next to her. "Russia is also rich in drunks, and there is a fight with the English, who is this guy in it, who listens like a Frenchman with an accent?"

"His name is Nicola Anelka, my teammate, Frenchman."

Yu Mo's answer was even if he lowered his voice. Still made Danya's mouth open in surprise, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

The two guys have known each other since the last time they watched a down-of-court boxing match, and although they haven't had any further contact, there are still occasional phone calls. Today's meeting was arranged by David Pratt, and the purpose was naturally to find out what was going on in the locker room.

The three of them chatted for more than an hour, but the Englishman didn't get the answer he wanted, and he couldn't come up with a plan that would have the best of both worlds, so he simply went in style. Both guys were very interested in martial arts, so they chatted a little more. Caught up with this farce.

"What should I do, do you want to call the old drunkard back?" Tanya came back to her senses and took a closer look inside.

She actually knows Anelka on the field, but there is a big gap between the image of some players on and off the field, and she can't recognize it if she doesn't pay attention to it.

"Tell the old drunkard to beat him up?" You Mo nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Good idea!" ”

"You don't get along with him?" Tanya became interested, and turned her head to encourage: "I've always heard that you are good, why don't you go in and beat him up for me?" ”

"I'm sorry. You two, please get out of the way! The guy who was maintaining order on the side couldn't stand it anymore, so he hurriedly came over and blocked the two of them.

"Alas. It's really boring, let's go, let's go and sing in another place. Tanya actually said it casually, and she understood how expensive these professional players were.

"It's too late, next time." You Mo took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, and shook his head decisively.

"Hey. It's rare to see you, don't be so unkind, okay? Tanya decisively coquettishly sold cuteness together, her big eyes flashed, and she grabbed the arm of this thing and shook it for a while.

You Mo couldn't help being tortured, and was just about to speak out to discuss further. There was a scolding voice behind him.

"Fxxk, is there a crowd of people begging here? Poor ghosts? ”

There were about twenty-five or sixteen people, who were not small, and although the suits and leather shoes were neat, the bow tie crooked to the side and the smell of wine exposed the real situation.

"Damn, who the hell is asking for food?" Tanya instantly transformed from a cute girl to a demon king of the mixed world, and continued to shout with a roll of her sleeves: "Isn't it great to be rich?" ”

The onlookers were still sober and ready to leave, but when they heard this, they immediately stopped and watched strongly.

"Hehe, this chick has quite a personality." After seeing the speaker clearly, the visitor was not angry but happy, squinted his eyes and looked up and down, turned his head and grabbed the arm of the waiter next to him: "Inquire about it, it is good for you." ”

The waiter looked embarrassed and pointed to Anelka, who was still drunk inside, "Mr. Claude, why don't we settle Mr. Nicholas first, and then go back and help you inquire?" ”

"you, don't give face!"

The exclamation was accompanied by the muffled sound of stumbling to the ground, and the guy who had just been a drunken maniac raised his fist fiercely, lit up at the dazed waiter on the ground, and went in with a curse.

"Damn, how can he do this?" Tanya suddenly went crazy, if it wasn't for You Mo stretching out his arm to stop her, she would have rushed in and fought.

"It's not bad, you've been treated differently." This is a good word of comfort.

"Can you read on?" Tanya refused to give up, clasping his arm and yelling.

"Are you alright?" You Mo ignored her, turned his head and asked the waiter who was pulled up by his companion.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern." The waiter's mood was visibly low, and his young face was extremely pale.

"How much does it cost to come here to work for an hour, does this happen often?"

After asking, there was an uproar around, and the guys who originally wanted to watch a good show turned their heads one after another.

Why are you asking this, stop others from doing hair, you guy is not as good as the girl next to you!

"3 pounds an hour. It's a matter of luck, sometimes it happens a lot. ”

"It seems to be higher than other places." You Mo nodded, stuffed a 50-pound bill into the other party's hand, and asked casually, "Do you know these two inside?" ”

The waiter's pale face suddenly turned bloody, and his facial expression changed from sadness and anger to surprise, "Thank you, thank you, you are such a good person." Yes, he's from Arsenal FC, huh? You? Wow, are you Mr. MO? ”

In fact, if it weren't for Danya always jumping out to steal the show, this thing would have been discovered by someone long ago when she came out of the box and stayed for a while. Of course, stealing the spotlight also has the strength to steal the show, the Russian girl is first-class in terms of figure and appearance, and the limelight on this occasion naturally far overshadows the guy who pretends to be x in a low-key manner next to her.

The waiter obviously had some experience in the industry, and although he was excited when he saw that the other party was a celebrity, he still remembered to lower his voice, and the crowd of onlookers had already discussed and slowly dispersed, and no one noticed the truth.

"Haven't answered my question yet?" You Mo looked indifferent and continued to ask.

The waiter realized that he was almost in trouble, so he quickly covered his mouth and looked around, and after confirming that the situation was safe, he leaned over and lowered his voice to introduce.

"Well, the man who came here is Claude Anelka, the brother of the one inside, and it is said that he is also his agent. Actually, Mr. Nicholas has a good temper, and I don't know why he lost his temper so much today. Mr. Claude has always been like this, and whoever puts him on the table will consider himself unlucky. ”

"This sister wants to help you take revenge, how about it, are you happy?" You Mo pointed to the guy next to him and asked in a low voice.

"No, no, no need, they are all regular customers here, and the boss will punish us heavily if he knows about it!" The waiter's already blood-colored face suddenly turned pale, and his lips trembled a little as he spoke.

Tanya was just about to retort, but when she noticed the other party's appearance, she shut up and thought for a while.

You Mo nodded, but didn't speak, and the three of them stood quietly at the door together, looking into the house.

The two guys in the box surprisingly didn't go crazy together, and Claude seemed to be a different person after entering, smiling and not speaking, and the rich body language and facial expressions gradually attracted Anelka's attention. After a while, the two of them were already sitting back on the sofa, reclining and communicating.

Seeing that the situation had improved, the foreman-like guy led a few waiters in to clean up.

"You're not going to go in and say hello?" Tanya looked bored, and broke the silence.

"No, I don't have a good relationship with the French." Yu Mo shook his head.

"Then why are you staying here?" Danya was a little strange and turned her head to look the guy up and down, "Not in a hurry to go home?" Please let me play all night! ”

You Mo shook his head lightly and smiled, "If we leave, that kid just now may be in trouble, wait and see, let's leave if it's okay." ”

Hearing this, Danya was suddenly in a daze.

The face of the guy just now was still engraved in her mind, and she knew with her toes that "if it's okay" was something that couldn't happen.

She thought she was a savior, but if she patted her ass and walked away now, she would become a real disaster!

"Why do you always see things differently than others? By the way, how much older are you than others, are you embarrassed to call others 'child'? ”

"Mental age, why are you so serious?"

"Damn, I really won't let him go!" Tanya gritted her teeth and said, reaching out to poke the guy next to her, "Look, Anelka seems to be asleep, and the kid was called by that bastard again!" ”

"Yes, we've been extras for a long time, so it's time to go in and say hello." (To be continued.) )