"Lynn, you don't know, how pitiful the old man looks" As soon as he got into his car, Robin couldn't wait to call Lynn to tell him the good news.

"Pathetic? Hmph" Lynn didn't say that Bates was pitiful or not, and he probably knew that Bates was a businessman in every sense of the word, and whether he ran Chelsea or later Leeds United, each of them revealed to the world what a pure Jewish businessman he was.

However, Lynn was in a commotion, so he didn't say much, and hung up the phone in a hurry, Lynn was pulled into the stadium by the players before he could think about it, and the celebration party promised the fans was starting, and the staff had set up a simple platform in the center of the stadium.

The Chelsea fans have long since left, and the vacated stands have naturally been reoccupied by Watford fans outside, and no one can say how many fans will pour into the stadium that can accommodate more than 20,000 people.

There were still fans squeezing inside at the entrance, and Lynn's face twitched.

When Abesien and Deschamps walked out of the players' tunnel with the Carabao Cup trophy in their hands, the climax on the pitch was immediately set off, and the stands resounded with a tsunami of cheers!

"Champion! Champion! Champion! ”

Lynn only watched from the sidelines, he refused the microphone handed by Mr. Rochester, what a joke, no one in the audience spoke, even Ayrton was just cheering with the fans in the box, admiring the trophies being held around the field by the players, and what he said.

The accumulation of more than 100 years is not so simple to burst out, and the celebration ceremony lasted until very late, and the fans were reluctant to disperse under the persuasion of the police.

Happy times pass quickly, and Lynn didn't feel tired after standing in the stadium for hours, including the players who finished the game, one by one.

In the locker room, Lynn thanked the players for their diligence and dedication over the course of the season, and after announcing the club's reward, Jihua was disbanded, informing the players that they would meet at the training ground the next afternoon, when a holiday would be announced.

Watching the players leave with smiles on their faces, Lynn glanced back at the locker room, perhaps this was the first time he had walked into it.

He thought it was time for him to leave, and as for how to leave, it was actually very simple and difficult.

There was no such thing as a contract, and it seemed that in order to make a perfunctory appearance, Rochester took a one-year coaching contract for himself.

Since then, no one has mentioned the contract to Lynn, and the weekly salary has been paid normally, but as for whether it is a long salary Lynn himself does not know, maybe there will be more, but Lynn has completely lost interest in Watford, maybe there are many reluctant people or things in this club, but Lynn knows that if he does not leave, then the dream will always be a dream.

Of course, Lynn thinks she has brought a lot to Watford, and a title may not be a big deal, but it is not so simple to see a first-team team that can stand in the Premier League.

Many of these players are the essence of Premier League players, and given the time and a little effort from the depth of the bench, it is impossible to have a rocket-like miracle bloom!

But it was just a gorgeous show.

It is conceivable that at that time it was the time when Watford was dismembered, and whether it was the giants or quasi-giants outside, Watford himself might have been hoping that someone would come over with a wave of pounds as soon as possible.

As for the players themselves, Lynn can feel that many players are moving their minds, unless those players who can't play many games in the team, which of those guys with a high probability of playing will let themselves live in such a small club.

He vividly remembers how many players in Old Trafford had their eyes full of stars and hope when they went away to challenge Manchester United!

And what do you get?

Thinking of this, Lynn himself laughed, this season, he won the best coach for four months, which is not an ordinary result, and he is definitely a strong contender for the best coach of the year.

At least, the name Lynn John is such a number one in English football, and no one shouts at Lynn as a rookie and layman with his mouth wide open.

In his place is the up-and-coming coach Lynn John!

And these players who get along with him day and night, Lynn must be a little reluctant in his heart, many people are irreplaceable in Lynn's mind, but Lynn has no guilt at all, football is also business, Klose has no guilt when he wants to leave, as for their future, Lynn probably has a spectrum in his heart.

The next day, Lynn gave the players a holiday, and the players who had already received the bonuses said goodbye to Lynn with a smile on their faces.

However, some players who are familiar with Lynn's style are wondering in their hearts, according to Lynn's habits, they should get a point of holiday precautions, although they all hate those pieces of paper, but they have to admit that that hateful thing does help them a lot, at least not so uncomfortable in summer training.

After the disbandment, Lynn walked alone on the streets of Watford, saying that it was a city, in fact, according to Lynn's view, it was better to be a small town, where it was quiet during the day, there were not many people on the road, even if someone met Lynn, they would be very friendly and say hello, and Lynn would smile in return.

And so it walked until Robin's phone called.

"Man, we seem to be in trouble, your concern seems to be right, someone is asking about Chelsea's shareholding, thankfully we have got those shares, but the other side doesn't seem to give up, they have sent us a letter to discuss the shares."

Lynn nodded, he was until things would never go so well, Bates's negotiations had not yet begun, although the old Bates had completely lost interest, but Zuihou definitely had the mind to make a profit.

"Who's the other party?" I knew the answer, but Lynn still had a glimmer of hope.

'It's just a financial advisory firm, it seems like it's just an intention, they shouldn't have fully figured out what is going on at Chelsea.' Robin is also the number one person in the financial circle, so naturally he has his sources.

Lynn looked up at the clouds floating in the sky, and said softly, "Robin, speed, just like kicking a ball, we can only rely on speed to make it too late for the opponent, the biggest problem now is old Bates, don't let him know that he still has chips, even if it makes him proud, he must grab speed!" ”

There was no echo in the microphone, and Lynn knew that Robin was thinking, and he didn't urge, so he stood on the side of the street with the microphone in his hand.

"I see, Lynn, I'll fix this as quickly as I can." After a long time, Robin spoke.

Lynn smiled with satisfaction, "Good, Robin, we're on the same page again!" ”

Putting down the phone, he turned and walked back, his car was still in the club, because he had already realized this, he had almost no personal belongings in the office, he could walk easily, and he didn't have to drag mud and water.

The season is over.

Watford's season has been a good one for Lynn, with a good standings, fifth in the league, a dark horse ranking, and more importantly, the team's historic victory in a trophy, and now Watford's cramped honour room will never be empty again, and there is no need to rely on those unreliable accolades to decorate.

Manchester United locked the league championship early with an indomitable speed, but the rout in Europe made Manchester United also come to a crossroads, Arsenal failed to stop Manchester United in the league, and there was nothing to do in Europe, but their momentum has come up, Leeds United, the white roses, Liverpool continue to accompany the prince to study

Chelsea, it's your turn next season, Lynn couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her mouth when she thought of the Premier League at this time.

"It's time to talk to him"