Chapter 189 Shake It, Manchester United!

"Zlatan, we're going to attack London tomorrow. Do you have anything to say to the fans of the Saints?"

Charlene Laheri pointed the microphone at Ibrahimovic in front of the training building in Stapleswood.

"That's what I'll answer? Do you want to make one?"

Swedes don't think they're cool enough or stylish enough.

"No, just answer it directly. We are on the newspaper, not on TV."

Charlene Laheri breaks down a bit.

The people on this team are a bunch of weirdos.

"Oh, but I still think that I should be more confident." Ibrahimovic said with a smile.

Behind him, a group of teammates immediately quit and started booing.

"Zlatan, I think you will be more stylish if you take off your clothes and run naked!"

"Yes, I promise, if you dare to run naked, God will be touched by you."

"Show that strong muscle, thousands of girls are popular for you!"

"No, I think Zlatan's chest muscles seem to be drooping now!"

"Is it down? No way?"

Ibrahimovic listened to it and quit.

"Who is hanging! You are hanging! Your whole family is hanging!"

After speaking, he also pulled up his jersey, revealing a body of strong muscles, eight abdominals, two chests, strong!

The male photographer who followed Charlene Laheri over showed a drooling expression.

Too strong, too lean!

If this man is used to make a base, he will be superb!

After the Swede joined Southampton, instead of being content with the status quo, he worked harder to train.

Because he himself knows very well that age will become his worst enemy.

so,

He's going to do his best to stay in top form while helping Southampton rise up strong.

He is the top scorer in League One this season and the top scorer in the English League.

"Okay, okay, hurry up, hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

Charlene Laheri knew that these guys were used to making a fool of themselves and had to be serious.

Through her relationship with Yang Huan, she is also quite good with Southampton, and she will get an interview opportunity before every game.

This time it's the FA Cup final against Manchester United, and both she and the Southern Echo take pre-match visits very seriously.

"Uh, Manchester United is the champion, we Southampton are also champions, we are also champions, we will use the final to prove that we have more gold than Manchester United, let Ferguson's triple crown, go to hell!"

As soon as Ibrahimovic finished speaking, there was a burst of applause from behind him.

"Okay, Zlatan, well said!"

"Yes, let Ferguson's triple crown go to hell!"

"It's too good to say, mad at Ferguson!"

The Premier League this season is basically over, the championship belongs to Manchester United, there is no suspense.

The real suspense is that in addition to winning the Premier League title, Manchester United also reached the finals of the FA Cup and the Champions League respectively. Ferguson threatened before the game that he would repeat 1999 in 2011. Manchester United's triple crown miracle.

Manchester United's treble was the league, the FA Cup and the Champions League.

It was also the only real treble in Premier League history.

"Next!" Charlene Laheri shouted with a smile, feeling Ibrahimovic's confidence.

Following Zlatan Ibrahimovic is the team's main core, Neymar.

After the Brazilian genius joined Southampton, he once performed relatively average, but as he gradually integrated into the team, his performance became better and better, and now he has become the team second only to Zlatan Ibrahimovic. The second attacker after that.

"Rest assured all Saints fans we will bring back the first treble trophy in the club's history from London!"

After speaking, Neymar also made a gesture of victory.

This also immediately ushered in a burst of applause for him.

Southampton also won the League One this season and the English League Championship.

As long as you win the FA Cup again, it will be considered a triple crown.

"In front of our great saint, the little red devil will not have any chance!" Vidal shouted forcefully.

"Okay, well said!"

"We have to keep attacking, attacking, attacking again, and destroying the Red Devils with attacking!"

"We are the fearless saints, Manchester United bastards, tremble!"

"Heroic Southampton will crush cowardly Manchester United!"

One by one, the players were interviewed by Charlene Laheri, chanting loudly.

From their shouting, Charlene Laheri could feel a strong confidence and fighting spirit.

After knocking out a number of Premier League teams including Arsenal and Chelsea, and battering Bolton 5-0 away in the semi-finals, the Saints' confidence and fighting spirit have been raised to a higher level.

In August last year, this team suffered consecutive defeats at the start. Who would have thought that it would be able to get to where it is today?

After the players were interviewed, they walked directly to the parking lot, picked up their cars, and went home.

"almost."

After interviewing the last player, the day's work is almost over.

All that's left is to sort it out by the newspaper, and these interviews will be featured on the front page tomorrow.

The Southern Echo will use this report to cheer for Southampton's Northern Expedition tomorrow at noon!

"Are there any leaks?" Charlene Laheri asked.

Assistants immediately began taking stock of the players being interviewed.

"Paul Pogba, any?" Charlene Laheri asked.

This is the former Manchester United player who was controversial when he moved to Southampton a year ago.

"Yes, he played when he played Bolton before, and now he is a little injured. I saw him in the medical room just now and asked by the way." A colleague replied immediately.

"Where's Ravel Morrison?" Charlene Laheri asked again.

This is a former Manchester United youth training, who joined Manchester United at the age of seven, and also moved to Southampton a year ago.

"It seems that there really isn't any, so let him go."

Charlene Laheri re-confirmed that there was indeed no Ravel Morrison.

"I thought I saw him go out the door just now."

Charlene Laheri listened, nodded and said, "That's alright, you can report back to the agency to sort it out first. I know where he lives. I'll look for him, and then I'll drive back by myself."

"Otherwise, I'll accompany you." The photographer suggested.

Charlene Laheri shook her head and said, "No need, I'll do it by myself, you all go back!"

After speaking, she took a camera and her interview bag, turned and walked towards the door.

Ravel Morrison is a famous loner in Southampton, very unsocial, even a little withdrawn.

When he was in Manchester, he made many off-field disturbances and was a notoriously troubled teenager.

After switching to Southampton, it was quiet off the field, but his personality still failed to become more sunny.

But the football talent of this player is full of praise even for Bielsa.

After Charlene Laheri chased out the gate, she chased in the direction of Ravel Morrison's home.

She felt that today was a very good opportunity to have a good talk with this young man.

In Southampton's decisive battle with Manchester United, he was included in the squad by Bielsa again, which should have some feelings.

Lavelle Morrison is less than eighteen years old and does not live out on his own. Instead, he rents a fan's home around Stapleswood, which can be reached in less than ten minutes on foot.

Soon, Charlene Laheri caught up with Ravel Morrison, who was walking slowly.

"Hi, Lavelle." Charlene Laheri caught up and greeted with a smile.

Ravel Morrison turned his head and saw that it was Charlene Laheri, a little surprised, "Hello, Miss Laheri."

"I was interviewing everyone just now, but you slipped away." Charlene Laheri joked.

She thought Lavelle Morrison was a little weird today.

In the past, although he was a little withdrawn and had a strange personality, he rarely saw him nervous.

But at this moment, his whole body seemed to be tense.

"I have something to do," said Lavelle Morrison.

"I know, but no matter what, please say a few words!" Charlene Laheri smiled gently. "Also, you will definitely have a chance to play tomorrow night. Please say something to our fans."

Ravel Morrison nodded and was about to speak when a warning sound of a car suddenly came from behind him.

When I turned around, I saw seven or eight people walking across.

The one headed by them was kicking the parking lot on the side of the road to play, and one by one came over.

The cars kept beeping.

And the group of them enjoyed it.

"Who are these people?" Charlene Laheri frowned.

Lavelle Morrison watched, but became even more nervous.

"Miss Laheri, you go first, I'll take care of it."

"What?" Charlene Laheri didn't understand the situation.

"I said, hurry up and go first, I'll handle the matter here!"

Charlene Laheri looked at the nervous and sweaty Ravel Morrison, and then looked at the group of gangsters with explosive heads and low-waisted pants on the opposite side, she sensed something was wrong.

"What the hell is going on here, Lavelle?"

As a reporter, she is not afraid of encountering gangsters, and her sense of justice makes her not easily timid.

Lavelle Morrison has not answered yet, and the seven or eight people have gathered around.

"Long time no see, Lavelle."

The guy who kicked the car at the head was a 30-year-old with a scarred face. When his eyes swept past Ravel Morrison and landed on Charlene Laheri, his eyes immediately lit up. .

"Wow wow wow wow, I remember you, you are not..."

Seeing that the scarred face pointed at her, and she couldn't say her name, Charlene Laheri took the initiative to introduce herself.

"I'm Charlene Laheri, football reporter."

She glanced fearlessly at the ill-intentioned crowd, and intuitively told her that this group of people was for Ravel Morrison.

Is it for revenge?

"Reporter?" Scarfaced Claire was a little surprised.

What he is going to do next is not a good thing. If it is reported by reporters, then...

"Boss Claire, this female reporter is from the TV station and the Southern Echo. She has a very good relationship with Southampton. I heard that she has a lot of influence on the new Southampton boss." A blond-haired gangster next to him had a scarred face. beside him, said in a low voice.

Scar-faced Claire's face sank, and she looked at Ravel Morrison again.

"Ravel, since you went south, I have contacted you several times, but you haven't replied to me, you are brave enough!"

Ravel Morrison looked nervous and sweaty, "Boss, I..."

"No need to explain, it doesn't matter, now you are famous, Southampton's professional star, earning more money, how can you look at us?" Scarface Claire sneered.

"So, I'll go south to find you myself."

Charlene Laheri understood a little, but also a little confused.

Why does it feel like it's Lavelle? Morrison intends to avoid them, but is still approached by them?

"You don't need to say it now, you just need to answer my question. Do you want to help the boss or not?"

busy?

what are you busy with?

Charlene Laheri immediately looked at Ravel Morrison.

The latter's legs were shaking.

This kid with a weird personality would actually tremble with fear?

wait, boss? !

Is that the boss in London?

The thought of this layer made Charlene Laheri panic. ()