Chapter 728 I love my friends, but I love Leeds City more
Leeds City defeated traditional giant Tramed 2:1 at home, creating a minor upset in this round of the league.
After the game, the media rushed to report it. Whether you opened the newspaper, TV or radio, you could see this news.
"... In a Premier League game that just ended, Leeds City, playing at home, defeated Tramed 2:1. This game surprised 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 away from home... Judging from the first half of the game, this is indeed the case. In this way, Tramed scored first, and Portuguese player Barea, who joined the team for 65 million pounds before the season, scored his first goal after joining the Premier League to help the team lead away from home... But in the second half When Leeds City replaced the unknown Kamara, the situation reversed...
"Compared with Barea, who is worth 65 million pounds, Ismail Kamara's transfer fee is only 300,000 pounds, not even a fraction of Barea. But this civilian player is on the bench. After his appearance, he performed well, assisting Hu twice to score, and finally helped Leeds City come back and win the game 2:1...
"After four rounds of league games, Leeds City is 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 Neil Mullin, a truck driver wearing a Leeds City jersey and denim jacket, pushed open the door of the company's lounge, he happened to see the news on the TV on the wall.
When the other truck drivers in the room saw him coming in, some of them cheered in a sinister tone: "Hey, Neil! Congratulations, you will become a millionaire at the end of the season! That way you will never have to continue driving trucks like us. , and competing with those damn Eastern Europeans for jobs! Honestly, Neil, I 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 now. Although the odds have been lowered, they are still very high. It only costs one hundred pounds. , you can get three hundred thousand pounds at the end of the season. How about thinking about it, Andy?”
As he said this, there was a burst of laughter in the lounge, all coming from fellow truck drivers who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
Andy Warman, who was named by him, snorted: "Isn't it, Neil? Do you really think Leeds City can win the championship at the end of the season?"
"Why not?"
After Mullin said this, everyone in the lounge burst into laughter again, and Andy Warman laughed the loudest among them.
"Don't be so tough, Neil!" Warman smiled and waved to Mullin. "Do you really think that Leeds City, now ranked third, 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 staying in relegation and winning the championship are two different concepts! To stay in relegation , you only need to be ranked ahead of three teams in the league, and you have to defeat nineteen teams to win the championship!”
Neil Mullin shrugged: "Whatever you think, Andy. At least I am willing to spend four hundred pounds to support my hometown team, and you? You are not even willing to pay a pound for Tramed." …Are you betting that Tramed can return to the Champions League this season?”
As a Mancunian, Andy Warman has been a supporter of Tramed since he was a child. Because of the penalty call in that game last season, he had some unpleasantness with his Leeds colleague Neil Mullin. The two have been fighting each other since last season, and neither one is willing to bow in front of the other.
When he learned that Mullin went to Millennium's betting shop before the season and spent two hundred pounds each betting on Leeds City to win and Hulay to win the Golden Boot, he found an excuse to laugh at Mullin.
Spread the word about Neil Mullin's folly around the company.
After all, everyone can see that Leeds City cannot win the championship. Before the season, Millennium Company offered odds of as high as 5,000 to 1 for Leeds City to win. You must know that the odds of Lady Gaga, a famously eccentric singer, being elected President of the United States are only 250 to 1.
Apparently, 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 title.
Things that are on the same level as Leeds City's odds of winning the championship include the fact that pop music superstar "Elvis Presley" is not dead yet, and Christmas Day will be the hottest day in the UK...
Look, this is something that seriously violates the laws of the entire universe. Only this kind of thing can be compared with Leeds City winning the championship. So whether it is possible for Leeds City to win the championship will naturally be determined.
Andy Warman's ridicule cannot be regarded as deliberately seeking trouble. Forget about him, other colleagues in the company heard that Mullin spent two hundred pounds to buy Leeds City, which had odds of 5,000 to 1, to win the championship. They all laughed at him for treating himself. The hometown team loves deep.
The purchasing power of the pound is still very strong. In many ordinary families, one hundred pounds can do a lot of things and buy a lot of things. For example, in the supermarket, you can buy a bag of vegetables such as cauliflower, beans, and potatoes for one pound or even less than one pound. Milk and bread cost 50p to a pound a bag. If you save a little, two pounds can provide breakfast for almost a week.
Under such circumstances, Mullin actually spent a full four hundred pounds to support his hometown team-two hundred pounds on Leeds City to win the championship, and two hundred pounds on Hulay to win the Golden Boot.
For these two things, the former has a maximum odds of 5,000, and the latter has a maximum odds of 4,000.
So everyone thought that Mullin's four hundred pounds was simply wasted.
Nowadays, it is difficult to work as a truck driver and it is difficult to make money. They are facing fierce competition from Eastern European drivers. Even if those Eastern Europeans only give them half the salary, they are willing to work. The income is not as generous as before, and everyone is over fifty. How many years can a person who is 20 years old continue to do this job? The money he usually earns makes him wish he could break it into four-petal flowers for a penny, but Mullin just threw away 400 pounds on his hometown team, which is equivalent to one-fifth of his monthly income. Throw it away. In everyone's opinion, it is a typical example of a brain problem.
Warman sneered: "I have five children to raise... unlike you, who spends money lavishly! I am a season ticket holder of Tramed, even if I can't go to every game, but This is my support for the team!”
"I also have three children, Andy. I also have a season ticket to Leeds City. So what? I can't afford four hundred pounds for my favorite team!"
"That's right, Neil, you can spend your money however you want. But the money will not fall into the hands of Leeds City, which you support, but will all go to the betting company. Don't even think about getting rich overnight. That’s impossible! Because Leeds City will never win the championship! It’s absolutely impossible for the Chinese player you like to win the Premier League Golden Boot!”
"Ha, but we beat Tramed, and Hu is now ranked first on the scorer list!" Mullin laughed.
"It's just a victory in one game, can this win you the championship?" Warman stared at him.
"Then I don't care, we won Tramed anyway!" Mullin curled his lips.
"You..." Tramed fan Andy Warman, who had just lost the game, was at a disadvantage in this matter, so he decided not to have a war of words with Mullin, grabbed the peaked cap on the table, and put it on his head Go up and rush out the door.
Neil Mullin, who beat Warman in one round, walked to the self-service bar in the lounge and took out a bottle of ice-cold Coke from the refrigerator. He pulled the tab open and drank half the bottle in one gulp before taking a deep breath.
Cool!
"Neal, don't argue with Andy..." At this moment, a man walked up to him and said to him.
Mullin looked at Joe Elosd who came up: "He took the initiative to provoke me, Old Joe."
"Hey, isn't it because his team just lost to your team?"
Mullin burst out laughing.
He was very happy about the game in the afternoon, so even though he knew that Andy Warman might laugh at him for betting on Leeds City to win the championship, he still wanted to walk around the company lounge just to watch. Warman groaned in front of him. Sure enough, Warman didn't hold back and fired at him first, then ended up asking for trouble.
Irosd sat down next to Mullin and drank a glass of soda: "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 with Warman.
He sighed: "You said that you two... have been friends for many years, and you are still arguing about that penalty kick..."
"He shouldn't curse Leeds for relegation," said Neil Mullin.
Irosd shook his head and said nothing.
The two of them just sat in front of the bar, looking up at the football news on TV.
The news about Leeds City and Tramed is over, and so is the little turmoil in the dugout.
Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the others also dispersed.
However, they all know that before the end of the Premier League this season, Warman and Mullin will definitely have to have a confrontation like today. They still have a lot of fun to watch...
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"Hey, my odds of winning the league's Golden Boot have actually been lowered..."
Hu Lai, who was looking down at his phone, suddenly made a sound.
"The highest I remember was one thousand and twenty for one, but now it has been reduced to eight hundred and sixty for 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 trolley, said, "Five goals in four league rounds, you are in the spotlight now, Hu Lai."
Hu Lai scratched his head and smiled shyly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all supported by my peers."
Yong Jun was amused by him: "What you said is really embarrassing!"
The two people were talking and laughing when a group of people chattered in the distance and walked out of the terminal noisily, attracting many people's attention.
Then they scattered outside the terminal, some walking towards the parking lot, and others going to take the subway or bus.
"They are Koreans," said Hu Lai, who understood their language.
Yong Jun frowned slightly and immediately thought of why there were a large number of Koreans here: "They should be here to see Park Suntai off."
"Didn't the Korean team qualify in advance? Why does Park Soon Tae still have 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 top 12 matches. The game is related to the life and death of the Chinese team.
"It is said that Park Soon-tae proposed it, and he would only play one game and come back after the game."
"Just one fight? Just the one with us, right?" Hu Lai asked.
Yong Jun looked at him: "What do you think?"
"Damn it, kill them all!" Hu Lai cursed.
After gaining the right to advance to the top 12 in the last round of the top 12, many Chinese fans and media believe that in the next round of the top 12 when the Chinese team faces the South Korean team at home, the Korean team will not play with all the main players, and they may send more Substitute players and young players to train 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, Chinese fans recognize it even if they are looked down upon.
As long as the Korean team is not the strongest lineup, the Chinese team will have an opportunity to take advantage.
"Wait a minute, isn't Park Suntae injured? He was not included in the squad for the previous two Premier League games." Hu Lai suddenly thought of a blind spot.
"Maybe I didn't play in the league just to be on the safe side of the top 12. Or maybe I returned to the national team to hold on to the line, and I don't necessarily have to play... Who knows?"
Yong Jun shook his head and pushed the luggage cart forward.
But Hu Lai next to him stopped: "Wait a minute."
"What happened again?"
"It seems that the only direct flight from London to Jincheng during this time is a British Airways plane, right?" Hu Lai looked at Yong Jun.
Yong Jun nodded: "It's really..." (End of Chapter)