What surprised Jing Jian was that another phone call came from the UK. This time he was a reporter, which was really admirable. I don’t know where he got his cellular phone number. He is indeed powerful and deserves to be the hometown of the paparazzi.

"Mr. Branbull, I am Ju Linhan, a reporter from The Sun. May I ask you, do you have any other inside information about the newly built stadium?"

"Damn!" Jing Jian was suddenly angry, "Of course there is. I never thought that a modern and safe stadium would be accused of offering fans? Britain is worthy of being the birthplace of modern football. The British government and the FA's indifference to fans' lives has reached an outrageous level."

"Uh? Uh?" On the other end of the phone, Ju Linhan was so happy that he was almost crying. He thought it was just an ordinary telephone interview, but he didn't expect that there was a big news. He heard that this Chinese man had a famous reputation as a "friend of journalists" in the United States, but he didn't expect that he was really well-known. With a surprise, "Are you making accusations against the British government and the FA?"

"I mean the British stadium is too unsafe." Anyway, Jing Jian simply made a fuss, "When I took over the Portsmouth Club, I found that there were actually tickets? There was barbed wire? The stadium was actually broken? Do British stadium safety experts eat shit? If such a stadium causes chaos, people will die. Do you understand? Dead people! I can't control other stadiums, but I will try my best to protect the safety of our fans. To this end, we will pay equal attention to the reconstruction team. The new stadium is also one of the club's most priority plans."

"You mean, you spent more than 100 million pounds to build this new stadium for the safety of Portsmouth fans? Forgive my presumption, are you so selfless?" Julinhan continued to ask.

"Sorry, I can't be a paparazzi, but you can't be an investment vision. Forgive me for being straightforward. Most of the English clubs nowadays are just a group of beggars sitting in gold mines begging for food!"

"Ah?, you mean... the value of the English League is greatly underestimated? Including the construction of a new stadium, will you get good returns when you acquire the Portsmouth Club?" Ju Linhan obviously understood Jing Jian's metaphor.

Jing Jian's words were firmly clear: "I believe that many knowledgeable people in the football circle have the same view as me. However, the bureaucracy and indifference of the FA are the bureaucracy and the government, except for a small number of knowledgeable people such as the Portsmouth government, other politicians have to send English football to the grave step by step for their own rights. What's ridiculous is that they actually succeeded. For example, this season, my club has been treated unfairly, and now they are accusing me of absurd reasons. I want to ask, has Britain been morally degraded? Can't you hear the voice of justice?"

“…”

...

After the bombardment, Jing Jian slept very sweetly all night. He finally vented his anger and also scolded the British for being morally degraded. Anyway, who is afraid of such a swearing war?

And the Sun's report was like a nuclear bomb, blowing up the entire British islands:

"...Stop tickets are the tradition of English football, soccer is a civilian sport. We disgusted the rich Chinese..." This is a fan interviewed on the street. Obviously, he is not a Portsmouth club fan, and is quite jealous of Portsmouth's rich man.
Chapter completed!