The scorching sun is like a fire, brazenly scorching the surface of the Persian Gulf.

A yacht is moored on the sea about ten nautical miles east of Crescent Bay, undulating with the sea.

The captain is a middle-aged man in his forties. He knows that he is from the Arab region of the Middle East. He has been running on the sea for many years. He is very tanned, but he always looks grinning. Very friendly feeling.

On the fishing deck of the yacht, there is a beach chair under the sunroof. At this time, a fat man is lying on the chair.

Wearing short beach pants, a baggy T-shirt, and a peaked cap on his face, as if sleeping.

There was a fishing rod horizontally in front of the beach chair. The hook had been put down, shaking from time to time, but the fat man didn't move, as if he was not fishing at all, but came to sleep lazily.

Whenever he heard something, the captain of the Middle East opened his mouth and finally held back.

He has been with this fat man for almost two weeks. He does this every day, sometimes it takes a whole day to go out to sea.

The surrounding area is rich in catches, and it is easy to catch fish, but he is very strange, let go of the small ones, and take the big ones home.

What's interesting is that he can catch a big one every day, and every time he catches it, he laughs happily for a long time, and then he pats his **** and shouts back as if he is completing the task.

The middle-aged captain didn’t know his name, let alone his origin. He just vaguely heard his boss say that this is a well-known European football coach. He seems to be a friend of Young Master Yang Huan, the owner of Crescent Bay. Very important.

But he is very strange, is it true that famous people are so weird?

So now, every time the middle-aged captain sends him to the place, he simply ignores him. He squats in the cockpit and secretly chats with his family on WeChat, but only occasionally hears the movement and takes a look. .

After all, he was also worried, if the fat man accidentally fell asleep and fell into the sea, then he would be in trouble.

Just when the middle-aged captain raised his head and looked at the sun that was about to scorch people, he couldn't help but yawned, thinking about whether to sleep on his own, the fishing rod clanged again. Rang.

"Oh, has a fish been hooked so soon?"

The fat man lying on the beach chair heard the movement and sat up, as if a fish had been hooked, he was very dissatisfied.

He stood up, stretched his waist, and exposed his face in the sun.

If you are familiar with European football, you will be able to recognize him at a glance.

Carol Ancelotti!

Half a month ago, he just left get out of class from Real Madrid, and then disappeared in European football, no one knows where he went.

But in the last few days, football reporters from all over Europe and even the world are digging for him.

The reason, no one, because Southampton announced three days ago that he will officially become the new coach of the Saints!

But if there are fans on the sea at this time, they will definitely be surprised, because they will find that the famous coach Ancelotti in the world's mind is pulling the fishing rod awkwardly at this time, and his mouth is full of surprise.

"Wow, it doesn't seem to be too small, I have something to eat tonight, hehe, should this be steamed? Or braised in soy sauce? Well, the fish head should be stewed in the soup, it must be great!"

This is like a standard foodie!

Ancelotti grabbed the fishing rod hard, and the bait fish was really exciting.

"Hey, the more vigorous, the more enjoyable it is to eat!"

Ancelotti's chubby face hehe smiled, but he slowly tightened the fishing rod in circles.

The whole fishing rod was pulled as if it was about to break, but the quality was indeed good.

Not long after, I saw a lively, bouncing bass being pulled out of the sea.

"Wow, it's so big!" When the middle-aged captain saw it, he was startled.

Ancelotti turned his head and smiled, "You don't need to come and help, this fish belongs to me, I can eat it tonight."

After speaking, the fat man murmured to himself, "Fish head stewed in soup, half of the fish body is steamed, and half is braised in brown sauce. Come to a whole fish feast, praise!"

The middle-aged captain curled his lips. Did I say to help?

But he blinked and licked his tongue. I don't know how this fat man is cooking?

After tossing for a while, a bass finally got on the boat.

Even though it has left the water, it is still alive and kicking.

Ancelotti was not in a hurry, slowly watching from the side, waiting for it with a smile, slowly losing strength.

That fish is probably annoying, Nimei, eat it for you, anyway, it falls into your hands, your master fish, I accept my fate!

Seeing that the fish is not tossing, Ancelotti chuckled, "This is good!"

He said, unhook it, put it in the bag, weighing it, it weighed five kilograms.

No wonder it's so exciting!

"Master, go home!" Ancelotti shouted with a smile.

The middle-aged captain is also used to it, anyway, this guy does this every day, but today he caught a big fish.

Started the yacht and drove slowly towards Crescent Bay.

The fat man was in a good mood, he was humming a song in the bow of the ship.

Crescent Bay is a small crescent-shaped island to the east of Doha Port. It has only been bought by the Chinese in the past two or three years and built into a leisure resort. It just opened six months ago. The business is quite good. It stops from the dock. You can see the densely packed yachts.

This is still when those passenger ships have to stop at Doha Port and then transfer to a yacht to Crescent Bay. Otherwise, it will be even more crowded.

No way, who would let Crescent Bay communicate with the outside world in two ways, helicopter and ship?

The yacht drove into the dedicated pier of Crescent Bay. As soon as it reached the shore, the fat man happily carried the bag of catches, dropped a goodbye and thank you, and jumped off the boat happily.

Leave the middle-aged captain behind for a while, Nimei, don’t know how to score me?

Ancelotti carried the catch and happily headed towards his holiday villa.

As early as a few months ago, when he was sure that he would end class from Real Madrid, he received an invitation from Southampton. After that, he met with Young Master Huan and knew that the Saints only considered letting him be in charge for one year.

But for him, it was enough.

You know, the Saints are currently the strongest team in Europe, not even one.

More importantly, behind the great strength of this team is their unique tactical system and their efficient and modern management system. These are irresistible to any coach. within Temptation.

Therefore, Ancelotti agreed almost without hesitation.

When talking to Master Huan, Ancelotti mentioned that he was going to take a vacation, while Yang Huan suggested that he come to the Middle East and promised to include food, lodging, and play. This is great for the foodie Ancelotti. Up.

So, on the second day from Real Madrid, he ran to the Middle East.

Although it is a bit hot, it is indeed a holiday destination.

Most importantly, there are no reporters here to bother him.

and many more……

When Ancelotti walked to the holiday villa area, he stopped suddenly and looked forward with surprise.

what's the situation?

It turned out that there were more than a dozen reporters in front of his holiday villa.

what? Why do you know they are reporters?

Ancelotti is not a fool. Looking at the camera in their hands and the equipment on their shoulders, they know that it is a paparazzi.

How did they find it?

Ancelotti wanted to turn around for the first time, and quickly hide.

Unexpectedly, the sharp-eyed reporter saw him at first sight.

"Oh, it's him, there!"

"Look, it's really Ancelotti, he's really here!"

"Oh my God, hurry up, keep up!"

A group of reporters rushed over like wolves and immediately intercepted Ancelotti, who was chubby and unable to run.

Ancelotti was depressed.

What's special, when playing football, it was labor and management to intercept others, but now that he is old, he is intercepted by a group of reporters.

"Carroll, hello, I'm a reporter from The Sun."

"Hello, I'm from Gazzetta dello Sport."

"I'm from the Guardian."

"I'm from Marca."

"Hey, hello, hello!" Ancelotti had to make a smile.

"Carroll, why did you come here on holiday?"

Ancelotti was still smiling, "How did you find this place?"

"Oh, didn't you ask someone to take a picture of sleeping and post it on WeChat? We just followed the vine and found it."

After that, the reporter from The Sun took out his mobile phone and found the WeChat.

Ancelotti saw it and suddenly realized it.

I'm sure I was photographed by the **** captain while I was sleeping, and I don't know who he sent it to. Whatever passed, it passed to the reporter.

Nimei, you can take a picture, please take a good picture, okay?

At least you use Meitu Xiuxiu to fix it, don't let me show such thick leg hair, okay?

After being so tossed by you, how can the face of my world famous handsome?

However, these are all abdominal scandals. In front of the reporter, Ancelotti put on a look that I had accepted my fate, "You ask."

"Carroll, according to our investigation, this place should belong to the Southampton boss Yang Huan's property. So, you have decided to coach Southampton?"

"Well, haven't they announced it to the outside world?" Ancelotti asked rhetorically.

Is it possible that the saints will still have such an oolong? Is it okay to have a little brain?

"Uh...hehe, yes, Carol, many readers are interested, want to know, whether you want to dismiss from Real Madrid first or accept the invitation of the saints first?"

For this matter, the Internet has turned uproar.

"Leave get out of class at Real Madrid first!" Ancelotti replied, cursing in my heart, at least I still have a professional ethics?

"Carroll, then I would like to ask you, so many teams are interested in you, why did you choose Southampton?"

Ancelotti thought about it this time, "First of all, I chose Southampton because of their sincerity, and the planning of this team is very attractive to me, and that I really appreciate the Saints’ skills and tactics. style."

"But, Carroll, Southampton has just reached the top under Bielsa's coaching. Don't you worry that if you take over, if your results are not satisfactory, will you cause dissatisfaction with the fans?" the reporter asked.

Ancelotti thought for a while, and shook his head, "I have considered all of what you said, but I still hope to challenge myself. As I said, the Southampton management is fully aware of these. Planning and preparation."

"In addition ~lightnovelpub.net~Here, I must point out that Southampton has not yet reached its peak. This team has considerable potential to be tapped, and I am confident that I can fully tap this team. The potential of the team!"

Hearing Ancelotti's words, everyone was a little surprised.

The Saints have already got so many results, haven't reached the peak yet? Still have potential to tap?

Are you sure you are not joking?

"Then I would like to ask you again, Carroll. There has been a lot of rumors about the Saints signings this summer, but you are now on vacation. Many fans are worried, will this affect the team's transfer operation? "

After listening to Ancelotti, he smiled again, "No, even though I am not in the UK, I keep in touch with the management every day and follow the development of the transfer market anytime and anywhere. I am very confident. Please rest assured, all Saints fans, everything is under control!"

Is everything under control?

What do you mean?