Dominate the midfield

Chapter 479 Chapter 479: Lore!

"Lore! This is definitely lore!"

Kent, the commentator of Sky TV, yelled frantically: "Wang volleyed almost at a zero-degree angle, piercing Van der Sar's ten fingers, and the score became [-] to [-]!"

Andy Keogh, football commentator of Wolverhampton TV, shouted loudly: "The king is the most precious gift God gave Wolverhampton and Wolverhampton!"

"The great king beat Manchester United with a shocking volley during the countdown!"

Manchester City TV said painfully: "God is on the side of the Wolves again, the god of luck is favoring the king again, Manchester United fell at the last moment..."

On the court, when Wang Rui screamed to the sky, Scholes next to him knelt down on the turf, as if he had lost all his strength.Van der Sar, who landed on the turf, lost his eyes and let the grass clippings fall on his handsome face...

Rooney was expressionless, his mind off the game and off to South Africa.Thinking of some kind of terrible result, he whispered to himself with trembling hands: "Capello would never dare to do that, and I would never catch him without a fight!"

In the VIP seat, the two largest shareholders of the Wolves danced like children. Morgan felt warm and wet liquid on his face, and Wenner howled heartily.

"You said, can we keep him at Wolves?"

After Wenner finished speaking, the box suddenly fell silent.Morgan's mood fell, and there was a struggle in his eyes, as if he wanted to break free from the shackles that bound him.

Finally, Morgan gave up, and said in a low and helpless voice: "Wenner, you know, we can't keep the king anyway, he grows too fast, faster than some people imagined , is beyond the tolerance of some people. And the ability he possesses now is enough to change the fate of a team, they can no longer tolerate this character they can't get."

Wenner sat on the chair angrily and helplessly, there was no ecstasy brought by Wang Rui's lore on his face.

Morgan said painfully: "We are not only unable to keep the king, but also Kenting and Peter..."

"The giants cannot tolerate the existence of a civilian team that threatens them, unless we are also the giants, but this is impossible."

Whether it is funds or the fan market, the Wolves, located in Wolverhampton, have nothing to do with the giants.There are only 20 people in this city, and they are not rich. Although the Wolves now have an attendance rate comparable to that of the giants, this cannot be maintained for a long time.

If the Wolves want to become a giant, they must first invest a large sum of money and then move to a big city.Even so, it will not be possible for them to win the support of fans in a new city in the short term.

British football pays attention to tradition. Fans choose a team at a very young age and become the object of their lifelong support.

Then, even if all this is done, it has basically nothing to do with the two of them.

Wenner sighed: "Fortunately, we still have Bell at least, and he will not leave the Wolves at least next season."

Morgan shook his head and said, "He can stay with the Wolves for one more season at most..."

Wenner persuaded: "Don't be so pessimistic. With the money from selling the three of them, we can buy strong players. After all, we are very likely to get tickets for the Champions League. There are many players who hope to enter the Champions League. Wolves are still attractive."

Morgan's mood improved, and he puffed up his chest and said: "Yes! We still have hope. They have laid a solid foundation for the Wolves to stay in the Premier League!"

The Wolves can get at least hundreds of millions of transfer fees from Wang Rui, Peter and Kenting.With this money, Wolves will have no problem staying in the Premier League for the next few years.

……

A hundred miles away, a box in a quiet bar in London.Apart from the hoarse voice of the commentator, there was no other sound in the box, and several Chelsea players stared at the TV screen dumbfounded.

Terry broke the silence after paying half the salary: "Wang... is really a person who is good at performing miracles."

These words reminded Joe Cole, who was sitting next to him, of that incredible free kick hat-trick. Joe Cole sighed: "He has a strange magical power and a super ability to change fate. If it is possible, I really don’t want to be an opponent with such a person.”

This made Lampard frown slightly, and he heard the outer string of Joe Cole's words.

"For now, our attitude towards him is still good. Although he didn't mean to fall to our side, he didn't show that he meant to stand on that side either."

"So, we still have a chance to win him!"

Joe Cole thought for a while and said, "Is he still hesitant? Or is he considering which side to get more benefits from?"

Terry shook his head and said, "I don't think Wang has any intention of falling to either side."

Lampard and Joe Cole glanced at each other, their eyes mixed with doubt and surprise.

"He wants to make his own way?"

Joe Cole immediately denied this speculation: "How is this possible!"

"Whether it's in terms of qualifications or connections, he doesn't have the ability to be a school of his own!"

Terry glanced at the silent Lampard, then at Joe Cole, and said softly: "Seniority is indeed his biggest shortcoming, but when it comes to connections... If Capello insists on going his own way, Peter and Kenting, and even the words Oakes brought to South Africa..."

Lampard's brows began to wrinkle, and Joe Cole's face changed drastically.

Terry continued: "If you add the centrists, do you think they can form their own faction?"

The box fell silent.

A few seconds later, Joe Cole looked at Lampard with an uncertain face, and said in a deep voice: "We can't let this happen, we have to put pressure on Capello, and we can't let the other three go to South Africa!"

Joe Cole seemed to know how difficult it was, and said: "Ochs is old, and he will be the third goalkeeper at most in South Africa. But Kenting is different from Peter. Their age is the biggest asset, and according to their ability, they should be the third goalkeeper. A substitute shouldn't be a problem."

"It's even possible to start some unimportant games. In this case, it will have too much impact on us!"

The box was quiet again. For a new force that was about to emerge, they were unwilling to see this force grow.

Seeing that Lampard continued to remain silent, Terry said: "I know this matter is very difficult, and the other party will take this opportunity to pull Wang into their camp, but there are some things that we don't have to do in person. It’s enough to push behind the scenes.”

Lampard's eyes lit up, he looked at the TV screen and said, "The Wolves double-killed Manchester United..."

Joe Cole also understood, nodded and said, "Rooney is a very useful gun, and there are conflicts between them."

Terry nodded and said: "If we don't leave any traces, we can't make the king feel any malice, and we can even support them in some public places."

As the World Cup approaches, the final determination of the squad has become a topic of greatest interest to the British media and England fans.

Thousands of miles away, Manchester United CEO David Gill looked gloomy, gloomy as water.

Thousands of miles away, Capello, who was on vacation in Rome, was immersed in Wang Rui's magical writing. How could he have imagined that the undercurrent of the England team had begun to surge.

What awaits him will be endless troubles, trade-offs, and choices!

(End of this chapter)