On TV, the match between Southampton and Northampton continued.
It was a local derby, and both teams were playing aggressively, with some very extreme actions from both sides. Although Northampton's strength was clearly inferior to Southampton's, they didn't hold back at all, making numerous behind-the-back tackles, drags, and kicks towards Southampton. Southampton, of course, wouldn't tolerate this and retaliated with equally rough actions.
The atmosphere was tense, and the rhythm of the game was frequently interrupted by fouls from both sides.
By the end of the first half, both teams had received five yellow cards each, and the score remained Southampton 1:0 Northampton.
"Pop!"
Andrew happily opened his fourth can of beer and said gleefully, "Ron, I'm sorry, but your money's gone down the drain. In another 45 minutes, I'll have earned £185! I told you, you don't know anything, you should follow an old hand like me! Ah, you young people, never listen."
Ron just smiled.
So far, this match was exactly as he remembered it!
Therefore, Ron wasn't worried at all, in fact, he was starting to get a little excited!
After a fifteen-minute halftime break, the second half began.
In the 54th minute, Southampton launched a long pass from the right wing. Southampton's forward Connolly used his body to push aside the defender, getting the first touch at the edge of the penalty area!
Andrew clenched his beer can and shouted excitedly, "Connolly—shoot! Shoot!"
Just then, another Northampton defender came in with a fierce side tackle, kicking Connolly right on his supporting ankle!
Connolly immediately fell to the ground in pain, clutching his foot!
Southampton players quickly surrounded the scene, full of anger.
One Southampton player flew in with a kick to the chest, sending the Northampton player who tackled Connolly flying.
At this point, the whole stadium seemed to explode.
Not only were the players on the field fighting, but the substitutes also joined the fray.
Even the coaches on both sides were throwing water bottles at each other!
The fans also joined in, hurling bottles and flares onto the field!
It was as if the entire football field was on fire!
This is the style of the lower leagues in England!
Playing football?
No, in the lower leagues, especially before the days of broadcast technology, brawling was the main event!
"Hahaha! It's on! Yes! That's how it should be! Saints! Charge, charge, charge! Beat those Northampton wimps!"
Andrew took a big gulp of beer, waving his arms excitedly, singing Southampton's anthem: "Oh When the Saints Go Marching In!"
Ron couldn't help but chuckle on the side.
This scene was just as he remembered it—the turning point!
"Toot! Toot—"
The referee on the field tried to control the chaotic scene, continuously pulling out cards for the Southampton players chasing Northampton players.
Players from both teams were being sent off one after another!
Southampton, who had the upper hand in the fight, naturally had the most players sent off!
Andrew's smile froze: "Wait—what's going on! Referee! Stop pulling out cards! If you keep going, Southampton won't have enough players left on the field!"
Ron pretended to be clueless, asking curiously, "Uncle Andrew, what happens if one side doesn't have 7 players?"
Andrew explained, "Ron, of course, you wouldn't know, this is very professional football knowledge—according to football rules, if one team has 5 players sent off, the match ends immediately! So, if Southampton gets 5 players sent off, and they haven't won by more than 3 goals, they'll be deemed to have lost 0:3!"
Ron feigned surprise, "So the goal Southampton scored in the first half doesn't count?"
Andrew, frustrated, rubbed his bald head, "It won't count!"
Ron blinked, "Oh, so does that mean… I might actually win? No way, Uncle Andrew, didn't you say my bet was definitely going to lose? Didn't you say young people are all just dumb with too much money? How could I possibly win, Uncle Andrew?"
Andrew stiffened!
In theory, Ron's bet, as a newbie, had no chance of winning!
But who could have expected this sudden turn of events in the second half?
Andrew felt that his thirty years of betting experience had just been completely undone by Ron, a novice!
Seeing Andrew's bitter expression, Ron felt a slight regret—too bad today's skill limit was maxed out, otherwise, he would've surely been able to acquire Andrew's skills.
Speaking of which, as a logistics worker, Andrew's skill must be… driving, right?
As Ron was guessing randomly, the referee on the field sent off the 5th Southampton player!
The match immediately ended!"
The final result was Southampton leading in the first half, but Northampton winning the full match with a final score of Southampton 0:3 Northampton!
Ronald's 378x 3-in-1 bet hit the mark!
After deducting the gambling tax, he pocketed 400W, and the currency is still in pounds!
Ronald shrugged and said, "Gambling is actually that simple, huh?"
Andrew, who has 30 years of gambling experience, twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Ronald laughed and said, "Uncle, thanks for helping me place the bet. Without you, how could I have won this money? Uncle? Uncle? Uncle, are you okay? Uncle, are you alright?"
Andrew's jaw trembled, and his whole body shook slightly. After a long while, he finally squeezed out a word, "…Boss, please teach me!"
Damn!
You really called me that!
Ronald quickly said, "No, no! Uncle, please don't call me that, I don't know anything! We Chinese are just naive with lots of money."
Andrew quickly responded, "Uncle was wrong! young people are simply born with mysterious powers!
Ron, please teach me!"
A 378x win!
Who can handle that!?
Andrew said with a face full of regret, "Ron, why did you only bet £1.2? Why didn't you bet more? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get rich overnight!"
I bet £12,000, but I'm afraid to scare you by saying it!
Ronald smiled subtly, "I didn't expect it either. I was just following my instincts. But earning 400 pounds already makes me very happy."
"Such a pity, what a pity! If only you had bet more!" Andrew was still shaking his head, troubled. "Why didn't I follow your bet? If I had followed you, my £1,000 could have turned into over £300,000!!!"
Ronald secretly laughed and glanced at the football newspaper on the table as he was leaving. "Uncle, have you finished with that newspaper? Can I borrow it?"
Andrew waved his hand, "Ron, don't be polite with me in the future. Take whatever you like!"
"Thank you, Uncle!" Ronald then picked up the newspaper and returned to his room.
Andrew pounded his chest in frustration, "I was so close to £300,000! I can't stand it! Next time, I'll definitely ask Gu's opinion first and follow his bet!"
After returning to his room, Ronald immediately closed the door and silently pumped his fists in the air in excitement!
Awesome———!!!
The first pot of gold! Done!
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