Rhode curled his lips. Anyway, he only needs to have a bonus and blonde hair. I care whether you should sell your body or your kidneys.

However, Rhode was half right, and Master Yang’s bargaining power with Douglas was himself. Douglas thought that Master Yang didn’t know he was a chess piece, so Master Yang wanted to pretend that he didn’t know he was a chess piece.

"Mr. Douglas, I have figured it out. I basically accept the invitation from the Chinese Football Association. You can negotiate with them through your channels. But I still have the conditions."

Douglas concealed the joy in his heart: "If you have any conditions, please tell me."

"I want to win the winning prize for this season for the team, about 8 million pounds."

"What?" Douglas almost sucked his tongue into his stomach. Master Yang was about to bleed as soon as he opened his mouth. "This..."

"Actually..." Mr. Yang paused. "Although I am very interested in coaching my country's team, I think the time is not ripe..."

"Let me discuss with the board of directors. This issue should not be big." Douglas immediately waved his hand when he saw Mr. Yang cunningly trying to change his mind.

Douglas went out and made a phone call for about an hour, and came back with a painful face.

"Coach Yang, the result of my discussion with the board of directors is that if I can win the expected championship, there will be a bonus, but the number may be reduced by a little. What do you think?"

Master Yang was already full of joy. He was originally asking for a lot of money to pay off the money. 8 million yuan was reserved for bargaining space. But it seemed that Douglas was quite generous.

He didn't know that Douglas had already cursed in his heart: Bastard Chinese, shameless! He actually threatened me. If you can't achieve your goal at the end of the season, I will follow the flow and let you become the head coach of the national team completely.

The two of them talked "kindly" for a few minutes. Douglas told Mr. Yang that it would probably take no later than that, the Chinese Football Association's specialist would come to Newcastle to discuss specific matters with him.

On October 29, Newcastle welcomed its strong opponent Aston Villa at home. In the 2003-04 season, Aston Villa almost created a miracle under the leadership of head coach O'Reilly and entered the top six of the league. The former Leeds United head coach is known for his ability to train local players and almost maximizes Aston Villa's potential. However, the team only finished tenth last season, which is not much better than Newcastle.

When people thought this game would be difficult to solve, the result on the court turned to the side. The forward group with Hiller and Irving as arrows took the lead.

Hiller's burst shot! Take a first shot! 1-0

Irving's counter-offside goal! Add another point. 2-0

"Newcastle seems to have been transformed. After a week of rest, the players have obviously relieved from the fatigue of fighting on both sides."

"That's true, but as far as I know, there may be another reason. A friend of mine told me that head coach Yang announced that the goal of this season is to win the League Cup and strive to make the top three in the league."

"The Chinese coach has a great ambition. Does this stimulate the players' sense of honor?"

"No, Master Yang said that if they succeed, their bonus will be about 6 million pounds."

"Uh...Milner passed by, broke into the penalty area, shot! Was saved! Resume shot, the ball went in! 3-0. Clark scored a goal and scored his first goal of the season."

"Is there any suspense in this game?"

"I think it's gone. Whether it's the bonus or the honor that stimulates this team, this is still the passionate Newcastle we are familiar with!"

Another commentator said silently in his heart: It would be even better if the defense is not so bad.

Aston Villa was stunned. They knew what they were bad. The coach was really awesome, but you would be disappointed with the team by investing in the chairman. The investment of 7 million pounds at the beginning of the season was as much as the other person’s prize money, so how could there be no loss? The players were thinking about letting things go naturally and saving the seat in the Super League was considered successful. As for other honors and ideals, it was all bullshit.

The long whistle blew, and the score was frozen at 5-1. O'Reilly turned around depressedly, with a look of heroic desolation. Master Yang came over and patted O'Reilly: "Mr. O'Reilly, I understand you very much. Some things are not something we can control."

O'Reilly opened his mouth, as if moved by Master Yang's heartfelt sympathy. He said nothing, but the strength of the handshake increased a little.

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The Newcastle Reserve and Charlton Reserve are in full swing. Chopra and Hamsik are very active on the forward line.

Reserve coach Vince Pierre looked around and didn't see the person he was looking for.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Fuck!" Vince Pier was startled. Master Yang was standing behind him at some point. "Scare me. I thought you were not here."

"I'm afraid of putting pressure on them. Have you scored a goal?"

"I've entered. The attack initiated by Chopra, the big forward entered."

Master Yang glanced at the field and an obvious big man stood in the center position.

"I haven't seen it before, a newcomer? It seems that I'm not old last year."

Vince Pierre smiled obscenely, showing a smile that he had found his wallet.

"I just got the little boy from the youth team. I'm 1.91 meters tall. The big guy heads the ball well. Look at his strong look."

"If I don't know you, your description just now looks like a gay friend who describes himself."

Vince Pierre closed his smile and said seriously: "I heard that your first team has a bonus of 6 million. You said I will train you for so long, what are the benefits? Although I am not a person who likes money."

Mr. Yang no longer paid attention to Vince Pierre who was nagging nonstop, and his eyes were on the big center. Chopra's physical condition was more suitable for a point-catching forward, while Hamsik was an offensive midfielder. This big man made the frontcourt form an iron triangle. Vince Pierre's abacus was also crackling.

The big man caught the ball and leaned against the opponent's defender. The physical gap made the ball easier this time. The opponent's defender took a step back and prepared to defend the front. The big man took the ball and turned around.

Master Yang frowned, even if he passed, he would have no chance.

It was time for him to say that, and the big man turned around and poked it out with his instep.

Wonderful news!

The ball is on the line where Hamsik runs. Shoot!

The ball entered! Hamsik ran towards the big man, but his eyes fell on Mr. Yang on the sidelines.

Vince Pier said from the side: "The seventh goal was scored, 8 assists. If you match the goal, he and Chopra scored a total of 13 goals, which should be considered as the standard. I know that the first team is short of people, do you see if you want to get them both."

"Tell me about that big master." Master Yang ignored Vince Pearl's fault.

"Andy Carroll, born in January 1989, with left foot. We have been inspecting for several years and didn't plan to sign a youth team contract with him. But the coach of the youth training, the old man named Kirkley, insisted on signing him. His mother is a track and field athlete, and he inherited his mother's good sports genes. He was not very flexible before, and was as thin as a chopstick, but now he is much better."

Master Yang nodded. Big man, outside of Hiller, he really needs a strong big man.

Just as he thought of this, Newcastle scored another goal. Hamsik passed the ball and Chopra scored.

"Let those two kids report to the first team tomorrow. They can graduate. Let the big guy practice another foot. I don't want a lame center. In addition, strengthen his head and long shots. If he practices well, he might receive a professional contract on his birthday."

Vince Pierre slapped his chest and made a sound.

Mr. Yang patted Vince Pierre on the shoulder: "You will definitely have a share of 6 million miles. Don't worry."

"Yeah, you know, I don't value money very much."

"Pooh……"

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"Claudia, why are you stunned?" The girl with chestnut-haired and called Cindylala shook her hands in front of Liu Yunshang's eyes.

"Oh, nothing? I didn't sleep well yesterday."

Cindyla said suspiciously: "Did you go to a nightclub yesterday? Did you meet a handsome guy? One-night stand?"

Liu Yunshang pinched Cindy Laila's waist with his hands: "What nonsense are you talking about? Alas, Cindy, I want to ask you a question. If you like someone before, then that person cheated on him because of drinking too much. Then, he was snatched away by another woman. Then..."

Cindy Laila made a stop gesture: "Why is it so messy? Just tell me if you like that person or not."

"I like it." Liu Yunshang immediately covered her mouth after saying that, and she also realized that she had missed her mouth...

Cindy Laila laughed and said, "What else do you say? If you can forgive him, start over."

"But he met a new girlfriend again."

Cindy Laila narrowed her eyes: "Then let's just pk and see who wins. Aren't you so spineless, are you?"

"No, you don't know, his girlfriend lives in my house now."

"What?"

"They just broke up two days ago."

Cindy Laila suddenly felt a dark look in front of her. Which author wrote this? It’s really complicated.
Chapter completed!