Fox in the Penalty Area

Leeds City defeated the traditional giants Tramed 2:1 at home, creating a moderate upset in this round of the league.

After the game, the media scrambled to report, no matter you opened the newspaper, TV or radio, you could see the news.

"...In a Premier League game that just ended, Leeds City beat Tramed 2-1 at home. This game was beyond the expectations of many people. After all, before the game, everyone thought Tramed was the best. The bad result is nothing more than a draw with Leeds City... Judging from the first half of the game, it is indeed the case. Tramed scored the first goal. Portugal, who joined the team with 65 million pounds before the season Balia scored his first Premier League goal to put his side ahead... but the situation turned in the second half when Leeds brought on the unknown Kamara...

"Compared to Barea, who is worth 65 million pounds, Ismail Kamara's transfer fee is only 300,000 pounds, not even a fraction of Barea's. But this civilian player is on the bench After playing, he performed well, assisted Hu to score twice, and finally helped Leeds City win the game with a 2:1 reversal...

"After the four rounds of the league, Leeds City actually ranked third in the league. This is something that many people did not expect-since Leeds City was promoted to the Premier League, this is their highest ranking in the league..."

When truck driver Neil Mullin, wearing a Leeds City jersey and denim jacket, pushed open the door to the company lounge, he saw the news on the TV on the wall.

When the other truck drivers in the house saw him coming in, someone yelled, "Hey, Neil! Congratulations, you'll be a millionaire at the end of the season! Then you won't have to keep driving trucks like we did." , and competed with those goddamn Eastern Europeans for jobs! Honestly, Neil, I really envy you!"

Neil Mullin glanced at the person who said this and shrugged: "If you really envy me, you can still buy Leeds City to win the championship. Although the odds have been lowered, they are still very high. It only costs one hundred pounds , you can get £300,000 at the end of the season, how about it, think about it, Andy?"

When he said this, there was a burst of laughter in the lounge, all from the truck driver colleagues who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.

Andy Warman, who was named by him, snorted: "No, Neil? Do you really think that Leeds City can win the championship at the end of the season?"

"Why not?"

After Mullin finished speaking, everyone in the lounge burst into laughter again, and Andy Warman laughed the loudest among them.

"Don't be so stubborn, Neil!" Warman smiled and waved to Mullin. "Do you really think that Leeds City is now ranked third and can finally win the championship? I admit that Leeds City's performance this season is not bad. Maybe they don't have to work so hard to avoid relegation this time.

But relegation and winning are two concepts! To avoid relegation, you only need to rank ahead of three teams in the league. To win the championship, you have to beat nineteen teams! "

Neil Mullin shrugged: "Whatever you think, Andy. At least I'd be willing to spend four hundred pounds to support my hometown team, and you? You wouldn't even pay a pound for Tramed. ... are you betting on Tramed's return to the Champions League this season?"

A Manchester native, Andy Warman grew up a Tramed supporter. Because of the penalty kick in that game last season, he and his fellow Leeds Neil Mullin had a bit of trouble. The two have been fighting since last season, and neither of them is willing to bow their heads in front of each other.

When he knew that before the season, Mullin went to Millennium's betting shop to bet 200 pounds each on Leeds City's victory and Hou Lai's Golden Boot, he found an excuse to laugh at Mullin.

Spread the stupidity of Neil Mullin all over the company.

After all, everyone can see that it is impossible for Leeds City to win the championship. Before the season, Millennium Company offered Leeds City the odds of winning the championship as high as 5,000 per one. You must know that the odds of Lady Gaga, a well-known perverse singer, being elected President of the United States are only 250 to 1.

Obviously, in the eyes of bookmakers, a singer has a higher chance of being elected president of the United States than Leeds City winning the Premier League.

The same odds as Leeds City's victory include the fact that pop music superstar "Elvis Presley" is not dead, Christmas Day will be the hottest day in the UK...

Look, these are all things that seriously violate the laws of the entire universe. Only such things can be compared with Leeds City's championship. So whether it is impossible for Leeds City to win the championship, naturally there is a conclusion.

Andy Warman's ridicule can't be regarded as deliberately finding fault, let alone him, other colleagues in the company heard that Mullin spent two hundred pounds to buy Leeds City with odds of five thousand at one to win the championship, and laughed at him for saying to himself The hometown team is deeply in love.

The purchasing power of the pound is still very strong. In many ordinary families, a hundred pounds can do a lot of things and buy a lot of things. For example, vegetables such as cauliflower, beans, and potatoes in supermarkets can be bought in a bag for one pound or even less than one pound. Milk and bread range from 50 pence to one pound a bag. If you save a little, two pounds can solve the breakfast for almost a week.

Under such circumstances, Mullin actually spent a full 400 pounds to support his hometown team-200 pounds to bet on Leeds City to win the championship, and 200 pounds to bet on Hou Lai to win the Golden Boot.

For these two things, the highest odds of the former are 5,000 to 1, and the highest odds of the latter are 4,000 to 1.

So everyone thought that Mullin's 400 pounds was a waste of money.

Now truck drivers are hard to work, hard to earn money, facing fierce competition from Eastern European drivers - those Eastern Europeans are willing to do it even if they pay them half the wages - the income is not as good as before, and everyone is in their fifties Years old, how many more years can I do this job? The money he usually earns can be broken into four petals for a penny, but Mullin just threw away 400 pounds on his hometown team, which is equivalent to taking out one-fifth of his monthly income. Throwing it away, in anyone's eyes, it is a typical example of brain problems.

Warman sneered: "I have five children to raise...not like you, who spend a lot of money! I am a season ticket holder for Tramed, even if I can't go to every game, but This is how I support the team!"

"I've got three kids too, Andy. I've got a Leeds season ticket too. So what? I can't afford to pay £400 for the team I love!"

"That's right, Neil, you can spend your money however you want. However, this money will not fall into the hands of Leeds City you support, but it will all be given to the gaming company. Don't even think about getting rich overnight, That is impossible! Because Leeds City will never win the championship! The Chinese player you are optimistic about will never win the Premier League Golden Boot!"

"Ha, but we won Tramed, and Hu is now also ranked first in the scorer list!" Mullin laughed.

"It's just a victory in a game, will this allow you to win the championship?" Warman stared at him.

"Then I don't care, we won Tramed anyway!" Mullin curled his lips.

"You..." Andy Warman, a Tramed fan who just lost the game, was at a disadvantage in this matter, so he decided not to fight with Mullin, grabbed the peaked cap on the table, and put it on his head Go up, rush out the door.

Neil Mullin, who had won a round against Warman, walked to the self-service bar in the lounge and took out a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator. Pull open the tab, pour down half the bottle in one gulp, and then let out a breath.

Cool!

"Neil, don't argue with Andy..." At this moment, a person walked by and said to him.

Mullin looked at Joe Irost who came up: "He was the one who provoked me, Old Joe."

"Hey, isn't it because his team just lost to yours?"

Mullin laughed out loud.

The game in the afternoon made him very happy, so even if he knew that Andy Warman might laugh at him for betting on Leeds City to win the championship, he still wanted to go around the company lounge just to Wurman snarled in front of him. Sure enough, Warman didn't hold his breath, and fired at him first, and finally made fun of himself.

Irost sat down next to Mullin and drank the soda in his glass: "Do you really believe that Leeds City can win the championship?"

"In front of that bastard Andy, of course I believe it." Mullin winked at Irosd.

Irosd understood that this man was fighting against Warman.

He sighed: "You two... have been friends for so many years, and it's because of that penalty that they've been fighting until now..."

"He shouldn't be cursing Leeds for relegation," said Neil Mullin.

Irost shook his head and said no more.

The two sat in front of the bar like this, looking up at the football news on TV.

The news about Leeds City and Tramed has passed, and so has a small disturbance in the lounge.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the others also dispersed one after another.

But they all know that before the end of this season's Premier League, Warman and Mullin must have a confrontation like today, and they still have a lot of fun to watch...

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"Hey, my odds of winning the League Golden Boot have been lowered..."

Hu Lai, who was looking down at the phone, suddenly made a sound.

"I remember the highest price was 1,020 per one, but now it has been reduced to 860 per one... Tsk tsk."

"Because you are now ranked first in the Premier League scorer list." Yong Jun, who was helping Hu Lai push the luggage cart, said, "Four league rounds, five goals, you are in the limelight now, Hu Lai."

Hu Lai scratched his head and smiled shyly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all set off by colleagues."

Yong Jun was amused by him: "What you say is really annoying!"

The two were chatting and laughing, and a group of people chattering in the distance came out of the terminal building noisily, attracting many people's attention.

They then scattered outside the terminal, some heading to the parking lot, others to take the subway and bus.

"It's Korean." Hu Lai said, who understood their language.

Yong Jun frowned slightly, and immediately thought of why there were a large number of Koreans here: "They should come to see Pu Chuntai off."

"Didn't the Korean team qualify ahead of schedule? Why is Park Chun-tae still going to play in the top 12?" Hu Lai and Yong Jun appeared outside London Heathrow Airport this time because he was going back to participate in the last two games in the top 12 The game is related to the life and death of the Chinese team.

"It is said that Park Chun-tae proposed it on his own initiative, and he will play a game and come back after the game."

"Just one game? Don't you just play the one against us?" Hu Lai asked.

Yong Jun looked at him: "What do you think?"

"Damn it, kill them all!" Hu Lai scolded.

After obtaining the right to qualify in advance in the last round of the top 12 match, many Chinese fans and media believed that the next match between the Chinese team and the Korean team in the top 12 match at home, the South Korean team should not play with all their main players, and they might send more players. Substitute players, young players, exercise them.

Although this will make the Chinese team feel looked down upon.

But in the face of the right to qualify for the World Cup, even if they are looked down upon by Chinese fans, they will recognize it.

As long as the South Korean team is not the strongest lineup, the Chinese team will have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Wait a minute, isn't Park Chun-tae injured? He didn't make the squad for the previous two Premier League games." Hu Lai suddenly thought of a blind spot.

"Maybe it was for the sake of safety in the top 12 that I didn't play in the league. Or maybe I returned to the national team to hold the lineup, so I don't necessarily have to play... Who knows?"

Yong Jun shook his head and said, pushing the luggage cart forward.

But Hu Lai, who was beside him, stopped in his tracks: "Wait a minute."

"what happened again?"

"The direct flight from London to Jincheng at this time seems to be a British Airways plane, right?" Hu Lai looked at Yong Jun.

Yong Jun nodded: "It's really..."