Kyle walked out of the cellar holding a barrel of beer.
His body was shaking and he was a little exhausted.
But when he thought about his little grandson already standing up and toddling around on the court wearing a Saints jersey, Kyle's body was filled with strength again.
Kyle's family has been Southampton fans for four generations, but Kyle's son is not very interested in football.
Having been doing business abroad all year round, he has no intention of inheriting the "Saint's Tavern".
Kyle was disappointed and could only place his hope on the next generation.
Now, little Kyle has shown great interest in football, and Kyle suddenly feels that he has a successor.
When I opened the back door of the tavern, I was greeted by a burst of bustle.
The fans in the pub were in a frenzy. Everyone was holding their glasses high, jumping, shouting, and cheering.
"Hey Kyle, do you want a drink?"
On the counter, little Kyle also stood up tremblingly, his body trembling along with the uncles and uncles around him.
Finally, after working hard for a long time, little Kyle jumped half a centimeter on the spot.
"Eaaah!"
Little Kyle's milky voice squealed, igniting the passion in the tavern again.
Without saying a word, Cartman directly handed the beer in his hand to little Kyle's mouth.
Little Kyle took a decisive sip from the cup, rubbing the foam on his lips, and burped in front of Cartman.
"Ahahahahahahahaha!!!"
When Cartman saw this, instead of being angry, Cartman picked up little Kyle's body and raised it high above his head.
"Cheers to our Kyle!"
"cheers!!!"
Everyone raised their glasses again and drank it all.
"Hey, Cartman, I warned you not to let my precious grandson drink. Do you think I'm farting?"
Carl was so angry that he dropped the barrel on the ground and angrily snatched his grandson back from Cartman's hands.
"Kyle, did you see it? We scored, we scored!" Cartman showed no guilt on his face. He stepped forward and hugged Kyle's neck, pointing at the big TV screen and saying proudly.
"What? Scored a goal? How fast?"
Kyle was also surprised.
He didn't kick off the ball when he went to get the drink. How come he scored in less than a minute?
Kyle quickly put his grandson on his neck and stared at the replay on the screen.
When he saw Madsen pass the ball and succeed in the push, Kyle was so excited that he stretched out his arms: "Long live!!!"
"Long live!!!" The people in the tavern echoed in response.
The celebration came a little late, but the excitement was not the same.
"Good guy, such a quick goal? I've been watching football for almost fifty years, and this may be the fastest one scored by the Saints!"
When Kyle got excited, he immediately raised his glass and shouted loudly: "This glass is for everyone! Cheers!"
"cheers!!!"
After everyone drank all the beer in their hands, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Kyle, why are you so generous today?"
Kyle shook his neck proudly, and the little Kyle above screamed with excitement.
"Haha, little Kyle is here, how can Kyle be stingy?"
"Yes, it was little Kyle who brought the goal to the team!"
"Long live little Kyle!"
"Long live!"
It's rare for his grandson to come see him and the team score such a clean goal again.
Kyle was in high spirits and immediately shouted loudly: "If the team scores another goal, the next cup will be mine!"
"Oh oh oh!!!"
"Kyle, Kyle, Kyle!!!"
These older alcoholic fans roared with excitement.
At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly pointed at the screen and shouted: "Look..."
"winter..."
"Shoot!"
Whoosh!
A shadow instantly crossed the entire screen from the left, so fast that no one could react.
If he hadn't been caught by the net, he might have burst out of the right side of the TV in the next second.
The tavern suddenly fell silent, and everyone froze in place.
Kyle held his grandson's little feet and opened his mouth wide. Cartman didn't even notice when the wine he poured overflowed the cup.
"Eaaah!"
Little Kyle shook his fist vigorously, breaking the silence.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!!!"
The fans cheered loudly again.
"Goal, goal! Kyle, did you see it? That arrogant Chinese boy scored again!!!"
Cartman's face was filled with excitement.
No matter where he comes from?
Do you care whether he is arrogant or not?
As long as you can score goals, you can say anything!
Kyle was also shocked.
Be good, this kid is really not a braggart!
Recalling that day when Wang Xiaodong came to the tavern alone with his female companion to "show off", his old friends in the room all laughed at him for not knowing how high things were.
But now, who doesn’t cheer loudly for Wang Xiaodong’s goal?
Just because of the few things he did to relieve his anger after joining the team, these Saints diehards have already forgiven Wang Xiaodong for his "vulgarity".
"This kid..."
Kyle smiled and shook his head, then filled up the wine glass in front of him: "Cheers to Dong's goal!"
"cheers!!!"
Just 4 minutes into the game, Southampton took a two-goal lead.
Such a good start kept Keegan's butt firmly planted on the bench, without even thinking of standing up and taking charge.
What else is there to say?
The players played according to the way they were taught. As the head coach, he could just sit on the stool and watch the show.
"Dong is a very good football player!"
After carefully studying the replay on the screen, Keegan smacked his lips.
"Jones' pass is better." Jack added on the side.
Another underpass attack, exactly the same as the previous goal.
But this time Kendi Jones did not sweep the ball toward the center. Instead, after looking back, he knocked the ball directly back to the top of the penalty area.
No one expected that he would go far away to send a pass to that position, but when Wang Xiaodong's sprinting figure appeared on the screen, everyone understood why.
"Dong is really a naughty guy." Jack said with a smile.
Wang Xiaodong's footwork is obviously very bad in daily practice. When no one is defending, he can directly kick the ball out of bounds when passing the ball long.
But once on the court, Wang Xiaodong seemed to be a different person.
Whether it's a long pass or a shot, his footwork is extremely precise.
Neuroknife?
No, the nerve knife works in one case and fails in another.
Wang Xiaodong just had poor footwork during training. In the eyes of the coaching staff, this was Wang Xiaodong's "lazy" performance.
Southend United, who scored two goals in the opening game, were directly blindsided.
The last time Southampton played against Southampton was in the FA Cup ten years ago. Southend United lost 2-0 to the Saints in that game. It was also the only time the two teams met.
But this only experience of playing against each other cannot be treated as experience at all. Today's Southampton and Southend United are worlds apart in strength.
To paraphrase a common saying, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
Before they could figure out what was going on in Southampton and what method they would use to attack, the entire Southend United team began to defend passively.
The forwards stopped attacking and huddled in their own half, arranging the bus with their teammates.
If Southampton takes advantage of the momentum and continues to kick, the consequences will be disastrous.
As a result, the Saints attacked even more fiercely.
As a defensive midfielder, Wang Xiaodong frequently breaks through the center line and goes to the frontcourt to ask for the ball.
Because he had a hit experience, his teammates would pass the ball back to him whenever they had the chance.
boom!
boom!
boom!
In ten minutes, Wang Xiaodong met the ball with three more kicks. One of his kicks was desperately saved by the opponent's goalkeeper, another hit the defender on the waist and went straight to the sky, and the other kicked Southend United's goal frame shaking.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's lively and crazy performance on the screen, Cartman poked his old friend in the ribs: "Kyle, if this continues, Dong might even score a goal!"
Everyone's ears pricked up when they heard these words, and they kept glancing at the bar with their peripheral vision.
"Cough cough cough..."
Kyle coughed lightly and said loudly: "Okay, if there are still goals, I will buy everyone a drink!"
"Oh oh oh!"
"Kyle, Kyle, Kyle!"
The drinkers cheered again.
"Look, it's about to cum again!"
Kyle was startled and quickly looked up at the screen.
Facing the dense defensive players in the penalty area, Madsen, who got the ball in the frontcourt, made a slight adjustment and raised his right foot to prepare for a shot.
The superb acting skills made the rushing defender subconsciously turn around, trying to block the eye-catching shot with his body.
However, this was an ordinary fake move by Madsen. He retracted his right foot, moved the ball slightly to the right, and got out of the way to shoot.
The right foot he swung out again hit the ball in the middle. The moment his instep touched the ball, the ball immediately popped forward and headed straight for the goal.
The Southampton players in front of them hurriedly moved out of the way, and Southend United's defense was somewhat unable to defend.
At the last moment, Southend United goalkeeper Daryl flew forward. A finger pushed hard in the air, pushing Madsen's powerful shot onto the post.
Boom!
The ball flew high and was kicked out of the penalty area by the rushing defender.
Looking at the ball flying towards the outside of the penalty area, Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.
Good guy, I almost gave you another drink.
"well!"
The drinkers also sighed, sat down again, picked up the bottles and poured wine.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion on Kyle's neck.
Little Kyle suddenly twisted his body for some reason, and kept kicking his two little feet on Kyle's shoulders.
"Eaaah!"
