"Bang!"

In a bar called Saint Harry not far from St. Mary's Stadium, Harry, the owner of the bar with a scarlet risacea, threw the beer bottle in his hand to the ground with great fear, which was originally hustle and bustle, suddenly calmed down.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Harry was very fat, with a typical excessive alcohol. He drank a lot tonight. He walked shakyly, but he worked hard to climb up the bar counter and pointed at everyone in the bar. They were basically old customers of the bar.

"What is excessive? What is arrogance? What is arrogance?"

When Harry scolded, his mouth was full of saliva and squirted everywhere.

"We've been patient for a long time, I've had enough fucking!"

All the Saints fans present were silent.

Just now, they were expressing their opinions on a series of remarks from the new boss. Most people think that the new boss is a bit arrogant when he says this. After all, it is a League One team, but he threatens to challenge all the wealthy families, which will offend many people.

"I was a fan of the club in 1978. That year, the team was promoted from the second-level league to the first-level league. Since then, we have never been relegated to the decades until we were relegated from the Premier League in 2005. What was our slogan at that time?"

"I returned to the Premier League the following year, but since then, every year we have been repeatedly shouting to compete for the Premier League. But in 2009, we were humiliated again from the second-level Championship League. Why?"

Faced with Harry's saliva, everyone present was silent.

"Humility, implicitness, restraint... what can these bring us? What can our compromise, our servitude, and our servitude bring us? Walcott, Gareth Bale, we watch our excellent players, leaving our team one by one, do we have a way?"

When he said this, two lines of turbid tears fell on Harry's red eyes.

With more than thirty years of love and faith from childhood to adulthood, Southampton seems to be his life. He hopes that he can be a saint for the rest of his life, and that his children and grandsons can continue to be a devout saint.

But nowadays, young people like Manchester United, Chelsea, and Manchester City. Who knows you, Southampton?

"In 2009, the team encountered a financial crisis, our club management was incompetent, the team went bankrupt, and was entrusted by government agencies, Matthew Leticier, our God, who was running around in the city, calling on more Southampton fans to donate money to help the team overcome difficulties, but what about the consequences?"

"We all took out only 500,000 pounds!"

"What does this mean? It means that Southampton is only worth the 500,000 in the hearts of all of us!"

"But he, the Chinese who you are blaming and criticizing, he invested 15 million without hesitation. He wants to invest 30 million in the team's training base. He has spent more than 10 million to sign up for the team. What qualifications do you have to blame and criticize others?"

"Have he said it wrong? Did he say it wrong? Why are we afraid of those Premier League teams? We are one less than them? Or are we weaker than them? We are born worse than them?"

The whole bar was silent, and everyone was speechless.

"You will definitely not forget how those damn Portsmouths humiliated us. When we were relegated from the Premier League and they were promoted from the Championship, they were unscrupulously humiliating and ridiculing us, and we were helplessly allowed to humiliate and sarcastically. That was the shame of all Southamptonians!"

Portsmouth is also on the South Coast of England. It has developed rapidly in recent years, and Brighton further east. Both emerging and rising cities aim to replace Southampton and become the South Coast flag city.

This also led to a very strong atmosphere of mortal enemies between the three cities, especially Southampton and Portsmouth, which is almost a replica of Manchester and Liverpool on the South Coast.

It is said that when Southampton opened a train from London, people from nearby Portsmouth would rather take a longer journey than come to Southampton to take a train. This tradition has not changed even now.

However, in recent years, Southampton has been included in the London economic circle and has become a livable city. More and more Londoners choose to work in London during the day and live in Southampton at night, which has led to the rapid development of the surrounding area of ​​Southampton and a harbor metropolis. Portsmouth has not changed much, but it is still like a small port.

In the eyes of Portsmouth people, the only thing they can compete with Southampton is that their team's performance in recent years has been much better than Southampton, even though they have dropped from the Premier League to the Championship in the new season.

But it's still one level higher than Southampton, isn't it?

"Peter, what do you think?" Harry suddenly pointed at a middle-aged man in his fifties in the bar.

His name is Peter, nicknamed Saint Peter, and he is the goalkeeper of the team Stapletwood, but he is a person that all Saints fans respect very much, because twenty years ago, he gave up his job as an engineer in London and chose to return to Southampton to be an ordinary goalkeeper, and worked for twenty years.

The position of goalkeeper is very low and insignificant, but he can understand many inside stories that outside fans cannot understand. Moreover, Peter has received a higher education and has his own independent thinking and judgment ability, so he is very important among Saints fans.

"The new boss is very young, only twenty years old, and he is a little silly, but I can see that he is very determined to run Southampton. I heard that he made a decision yesterday afternoon in Stapletwood to increase the budget of the new training base from 30 million pounds to 50 million pounds, and requires it to be built within two years."

"Wow!" Everyone present was in an uproar.

The 30 million pounds before was already a big deal, but now it is another 20 million pounds?

"Not only that, the team has been reporting on new players in the past two days. I have also seen them play football. They are all very capable and very young. I heard from Martin Hunter that Bielsa is very satisfied with this group of new players. The price is not high, but the strength is outstanding."

"According to Martin Hunter's evaluation, nothing unexpected happens, there is no problem in upgrading the new season."

Upgrade, this word is so tempting for Southampton fans!

"And Martin Hunter also said that the team is still continuing to sign ups, and I heard that at least two top stars will be introduced."

"Two big-name stars? Are they true?"

"I really want to introduce two big-name stars?"

"Who? Peter, have you heard of who it is?"

As soon as Peter finished speaking, the bar suddenly became noisy again, and everyone rushed to ask.

"I don't know who it is. This is the club's operation and it is related to confidentiality. I definitely don't know. But I heard that the progress is OK, but it has not been finalized yet. After all, we are the League One team."

Everyone agreed with Peter's words, and the League One team really doesn't have much attractive to top stars.

However, it is not difficult to see the team's ambitions from the club's daring to operate top stars.

"Damn, I've had enough!" I don't know who it was, but I smashed the beer bottle in my hand to the ground again.

"Even the new boss who was not a fan of the Saints has such ambitions. Could it be that we, the loyal fans of the Saints, are not as good as him? So what qualifications do we have to say that we are loyal saints?"

"Yes, damn, the new boss has done this. We fans didn't say anything, support it to the end!"

"Yes, support it to the end!"

"Maybe we don't have money, but we must support the team!"

“Support Southampton, support the new boss!”

Saint Harry stood on the bar and heard the crowd below surging, he shouted loudly, "Everyone is quiet, everyone is quiet, listen to me!"

Everyone calmed down and looked at the fat rosacea.

"In the past, we, Southampton, had no rigorous fan organization. Now we have a new boss. We want to form a brand new team and build a brand new club. Then we have to have a decent fan organization. So, I will apply to the team tomorrow to create an official fan organization, the name is Saints Harry!"

"Okay, Saint Harry!"

"This is a good name, I'm the one!"

"It's me!"

"My whole family joins!"

"And we, the whole family is joining!"

The group of people below immediately supported him wildly.

"Harry, it's better for us to start a website to attract more fans, and those young fans. Now many of the die-hard Southampton are old fans. We should actively attract more young fans to join. They are the future of this city and this team." Peter suggested below.

Harry nodded vigorously, "Okay, that's it, we'll start preparing tomorrow!"

"good!"

"Very good!"

"We need to organize more events and watch every game so that those guys who look down on us Southampton will see the majesty of our saints!"

"Yes, scare them to death!"

In the midst of the crowd, Matthew Leticier, the former legendary Southampton star, was always sitting in an inconspicuous corner, watching all this silently. He felt that the Southampton fans' fanaticism about football that had passed away for many years was rapidly emerging.

This city has had a football passion that hasn't been felt for too long and for a long time!

Over the past few years, the city's economy has been developing, but it has always been regrettable.

That's because there is no football.

In the UK, cities without football always have some flaws.

Suddenly, Matthew Leticier understood the intention of the team's new boss. He was encouraging more and more people to regain his passion for football. He was working hard to make football a faith in this harbor city again.

His seemingly arrogant remarks actually expressed the voices of Saints fans and inspired the fanaticism in their hearts.

Who doesn’t think their team is the strongest?

Who is willing to admit that his team is not as skilled as others?

"Perhaps, he can really lead Southampton to a revival!"

Matthew Leticier still underestimated Yang Huan's ambitions, because the peak moment in Southampton's more than 100 years of history was a FA Cup champion in 1976.

It was also the only championship trophy in Southampton's history at the top domestic event.

For Yang Huan, a FA Cup champion is too small.

Just as Matthew Leticier walked out of Saint Harry's bar and walked home, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

An unfamiliar caller ID.

After answering, the person on the other side of the phone spoke directly.
Chapter completed!