"Ma’el’s hopes have grown again?"
"Anyone with eyes can see that."
These people were chatting here, and the bar owner was itching to join in. He ca to the center of the round table, lit a cigarette, and said, "Do you know what?"
"What?"
Most turned to look at him, the bar owner still held so weight in their hearts, his words naturally had to be listened to.
"Poker is a kind of wisdom."
The bar owner took a puff of his cigarette, playing the role of Jones’s ardent follower, "I’ve been watching Jones—first poker, second poker, third poker!"
He lifted his head, utterly enchanted, as if he had touched a bit of Jones’s realm, "Poker... Poker... Poker!"
The others in the bar looked at him with puzzled faces, feeling a bit strange, yet slightly intoxicated.
Just then, Jones walked in from outside, laughing heartily, seemingly understanding from the cheers inside the stadium that the team had scored again.
"Did they score?"
He rushed into the bar, anxiously asking, "Who scored? Was it Ma’el again?!"
The others looked at him, at this enviable lucky guy, and numbly nodded their heads.
"Oh yeah!"
Jones excitedly took out that betting slip, kissed it with a ’mua,’ then raised his hand high and said, "I bet correctly! Poker!!"
This spiral brainwashing from the bar owner made so on-site swallow hard, their eyes showing a bit of frenzy.
They seed ready to play poker too.
"The odds have dropped to 6.1!"
Soone raised their phone at this mont, disappointingly, "The bookmaker reacted too fast! It just dropped to 6.7, and upon refreshing, it beca 6.1!"
Many lowered their heads, and upon lifting them again, looked at Jones with admiration.
This guy always hits the sweet spot, really like a god in gambling.
"Jones, co have a beer."
Soone imdiately bought him a beer, inviting him over to sit down, as if to bask in his aura.
Jones accepted the invitation, walked over, sat down, crossed his legs, "I told you my thought process long ago, but no one listened, now look, you regret it."
Many stood behind him, listening to his teachings, like fervent believers.
After sipping his beer, Jones excitedly began speaking about his success story, "The first ti I bet on him, I initially only wagered a few hundred pounds, but as I was leaving the betting shop, I suddenly heard a voice beside my ear."
"What?" Many looked at him with curiosity, listening intently.
"Consider it again..."
Jones vividly narrated, striving to recreate the scene for everyone, "Do you think it was the betting shop owner calling? No, that was the voice appearing in my mind!
"I stood at the betting shop door for a long ti and soon saw a thief in the distance stealing an Arsenal fan’s wallet.
"I thought about it, my wallet was in the back pocket..... If I had just walked out, precisely at that location, I would have been the person who lost their wallet."
Everyone listened, dazed, not daring to make a sound, not understanding what Jones was trying to express.
"So I was imnsely grateful, thanking my hesitation for saving my wallet, then turned around and bet all my money on Ma’el’s Golden Boot Award, thinking at that ti that I was being a bit impulsive."
Jones picked up his glass, stood up, and toasted to everyone, "Until today I realized that was advice from God!"
Everyone was stunned where they stood, unmoving, staring at Jones, looking shocked.
Not getting any reaction from them, Jones dissatisfiedly said, "Do you understand? Applause!"
"Clap.....!" Applause echoed inside the bar, fans awakened as if from a dream, raising glasses to clink with Jones, sharing in the joy.
They then continued to focus on the broadcast screen, only regrettably, the two teams slowed down their rhythm afterward, and no more goals were scored until halfti.
In the 88th minute of the second half, Van Persie received Ma’el’s cross from the flank and blasted it in for the match’s third goal.
Three to zero!
Another win!
"Though a bit of a fast start, low finish."
Jones raised his glass, he had already beco the absolute protagonist here, "But let’s still have a toast, celebrating for the team and Ma’el to continue moving forward!"
"Cheers!"
"12 wins, 3 draws!"
"Ma’el 17 goals!"
"Go!!"
With a burst of cheers, they ended today’s soccer-watching journey satisfactorily, gradually heading ho.
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