Chapter 3395 Hey, Fatty

Amid the crazy celebration of the Houston Rockets, Lin Feng returned to Germany with excitement and regret.

At this time, the German Cup entered the second round of the group stage, and the game was getting better. However, Lin Feng did not care too much, and did not deliberately bet to win money. He had to wait until after the knockout stage to win. Now, it's better to watch the game.

"Hey, Lin Feng, what's wrong, Sacchi, who you dug up, was just dug away by Real Madrid. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lin Feng, what's wrong with you this time? How could someone take such a big advantage and dig you away? This is not like you. ""The novel chapters are updated the fastest. "Suleiman met Lin Feng on the court with a face full of ridicule.

Lin Feng glared at Suleiman unhappily. This guy really didn't leave anyone with a mouth. It seems that his inner dissatisfaction has accumulated over time.

"I say Suleiman, you are so unfair, or give me your Capello?" Lin Feng smiled.

Suleiman snorted.

"I think Mourinho is also good. Why not let your Mourinho go to the Chinese national football team? I think that way your national team will be saved!" Suleiman said with a hum.

Lin Feng smiled.

"Mourinho is not okay. He belongs to the Premier League by nature. Besides, if he leaves, how can he conquer you opponents?" Lin Feng's mouth is not forgiving.

Suleiman's face was black.

"Wait, this year my West Ham United will definitely defeat your Tottenham and win the Premier League championship!" Suleiman clenched his fist.

"Well, wait and see. Without you as a challenger, I will find the Premier League more boring. Come on, let me have some pressure!" Lin Feng said with a smile.

Suleiman's eyes were wide open, staring at Lin Feng for a long time, and finally shook his hand in indignation and turned away. He didn't want to talk to Lin Feng anymore. Talking to this guy was too annoying. He was not as good as Lin Feng in his mouth, and arguing with this guy was purely self-humiliating.

Lin Feng smiled faintly and watched Suleiman leave.

"Boss. This Fatty Su is really abominable. He deliberately makes trouble for us. I hate him so much." Lin Zhiling muttered to the side, her voice was not small, and she spoke in English, just for Suleiman to hear.

Fatty Su! Suleiman's face jumped a few times, his fists clenched, and finally left angrily. You guys dare to call me Fatty Su. Wait, I will make you look good.

"Zhiling, you,

Look, Fatty Su is so angry that his whole body is shaking. If you get sick because of you, I think you will use me to pay for his medical expenses." Lin Feng joked.

Lin Zhiling pouted and shrugged, looking pitiful.

"Okay. Stop being weird. Let's go and walk around. Germany is a country that is usually gloomy and never lively. Only now can we truly experience the essence of the Germanic nation. Let's go and have some fun!" Lin Feng waved his hand and took Lin Chiling and others to the passionate UEFA Cup atmosphere in Munich.

For several days, Lin Feng took Lin Chiling and others to various cities in Germany to enjoy the enthusiasm of the UEFA Cup and the tranquility of small towns in Germany. There is a different kind of harmonious beauty in the hustle and bustle and tranquility.

Days passed, and the UEFA Cup finally entered the knockout stage.

"Huh, Lin, I will definitely beat you this time! I will!" Mourinho had two dark circles on his face and looked tired. Obviously, Mourinho was exhausted during this period. Seeing Mourinho like this, Lin Feng felt very guilty. It was all because of this bet that made Mourinho like this.

"Haha, Jose, this is just a game, just for fun. Don't take it too seriously." Lin Feng laughed.

Mourinho glared at Lin Feng unhappily, game, then you made 35,000 pounds in the first game, is this still a game? Isn't this forcing him to fight hard.

Lin Feng shrugged helplessly. This was also a handy thing at the beginning. It's rare to have a big upset, so naturally you can't miss it. If you miss it, you will be struck by lightning. What's more, there are not many upsets in this World Cup, unlike the 2002 World Cup, when Japan and South Korea created the biggest surprise and there were constant upsets. This time, there are too few upsets, so Lin Feng naturally can't miss it. Who could have expected that it would give Mourinho such a big stimulus.

Lin Feng was helpless and could only sigh. This is really speechless.

"Today is Portugal vs. the Netherlands, what do you think?" Mourinho asked.

Portugal vs. the Netherlands, the result Lin Feng can't remember. But Lin Feng is big, this World Cup Germany defeated Portugal and won the third place. However, this bet has three options: win, lose, and draw. Even the knockout round is also good. In 90 minutes, the team has three options: win, lose, and draw. How to choose?

"Jose, what do you choose?" Lin Feng asked.

"In the group stage, the Netherlands won 2 games and drew 1 game. Van Persie, Robben, and Kuyt formed a trident and were in good shape. But Portugal is my homeland, so I still choose Portugal!" Mourinho hummed, "So I decided to bet all the 32,000 pounds in my hand on Portugal's victory!"

Lin Feng was speechless. I am also optimistic about Portugal, what a bet. However, this bet is based on the total amount of bets after the final UEFA Cup, so it is not bad for both sides to have the same bet in a game.

"How much do you bet?" Mourinho asked.

"Haha, I haven't played recently, and I still have 45,000 pounds in my hand. Let's do this, in order to avoid both of us losing everything and being unable to tell the winner, I'll bet 44,000 pounds. Leave 1,000 pounds." Lin Feng smiled.

"You also bet on Portugal?" Mourinho was stunned.

Lin Feng nodded.

"Of course, although the Netherlands performed well in this competition, Portugal is not bad either. We at Tottenham have three people selected for the national team. There is only one Robben in the Netherlands. From an emotional point of view, I also want to support Portugal. ." Lin Feng chuckled.

Mourinho rolled his eyes. This is a bit shameless. After beating Portugal, Lin Feng also beat Portugal and kept 1,000 pounds. If Portugal tied or lost, then Lin Feng would definitely win. Originally Mourinho thought that Lin Feng would beat the Netherlands. ngThe performance of the Netherlands in this cup is really good, very kingly. But who could have expected that Lin Feng would also be mellow and defeat Portugal.

But this is Lin Feng's choice, and Mourinho can't say me. Watch the ball!

The result of the game was no surprise. Portugal won 1:0 in the end, but the situation was extremely difficult. There were a total of 16 yellow cards and 4 red cards in the entire game, setting a record for red and yellow cards in a single game in the history of the E Cup. The confrontation that everyone was looking forward to was turned into an extremely ugly game. This really makes everyone sigh.

"It's so ugly! This is simply a disgrace to football!" Mourinho shook his head. This game has reached the point where there is almost a foul every minute. Can we still watch this game? This is uglier than a middle school football game.

"Okay, okay, just win. The pre-match odds are 1.45 to 1. Calculated like this, Jose, you now have 46,400 pounds! I have 64,800 pounds. Hehe, Jose, Come on!" Lin Feng's calculator clicked and came up with a result.

Mourinho pouted, this is really disturbing.

"**! Damn it, this game is too ugly!**!**!" As soon as they walked out of the box door, the two heard a burst of curses.

The two looked back and saw Suleiman walking out with a gloomy look on his face.

"Hey, Suleiman, why did you lose the bet?" Lin Feng chuckled.

Suleiman glared at Lin Feng angrily. He was optimistic about the Netherlands before, of course, mainly because he hated Portugal. Three of them were Tottenham players, and Mourinho was also Portuguese, which made him hate it even more. So he bought £100,000 and bet the Netherlands to win. As a result, the Netherlands lost badly, which made him so angry that he wanted to buy all 11 players from the Dutch team, then scold them severely, and then sell them.

You can lose to anyone, but you can’t lose to Portugal! Although this 100,000 pounds is nothing to Suleiman. But I feel bad about losing in this tone. Especially when he meets Lin Feng when he goes out after losing a game, he feels even more unhappy.

"Haha, Suleiman, we just won a small victory, how about we have some fun next time." Lin Feng raised his eyebrows. Lin Feng remembers that he won tens of millions of dollars from Suleiman during the 2004 Athens Olympics football match. That gǎào is so cool. Although this amount of money is not worth it to Lin Feng. But the feeling was great.

Suleiman groaned. Naturally, he also remembered the trauma in his heart. Lin Feng had won a lot of money from him. It was so abominable. Of course, for Suleiman, money doesn't count. The important thing is that this tone made him unhappy about losing, and it cast a shadow on him.

"What, are you scared?" Lin Feng chuckled.

"Afraid? I'm not afraid. But it's not fun to play alone. I'll call someone else and we can all play together." Suleiman groaned.

"Okay, then you have made an appointment and give me a call." Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Hmph, just wait! But remember to prepare more money, so you don't have to take off your pants when you lose." Suleiman snorted, turned and left.

Lin Feng laughed.

"Lin, are you really sure? Although you have money, I heard that you don't have enough cash now, and what these wealthy Arab businessmen are most in need of is cash!" Mourinho said with a frown. Although he is only a Premier League football coach, he has also witnessed Suleiman's lavish spending in recent years. When Lam Feng invested in Tottenham, he spent a lot of money in the first year, but then he stopped spending a lot of money. Suleiman is different. He spends hundreds of millions of pounds on people every year. Buy people exactly according to Capello's requirements. Although a lot of money was spent, it also proved that Suleiman had strong financial resources.

This is a big gamble, and Mourinho is worried about Lin Feng. ng Betting on football, although there is an element of technical analysis in it, it is more about luck. ng, the football game itself is uncontrollable. As a coach, he couldn't be more husky.

What if Lin Feng loses miserably? To be continued.