When the Swansea players drove Lynn and Erin's supercars back to Swansea, they brought them straight to Lynn's house.
What none of them expected was that quite a few young people had gathered on the street outside Lynn's ho.
BBC Wales reporter Cath Carter stood beside the news van. As one sports car after another drove over, BBC Wales's live cara aid straight at the road.
Carter imdiately spoke to the cara.
"Today, the players of Swansea Football Club drove sports cars across Wales and England to play a league match, and they claid a 4-1 victory at Victoria Park!
"Now, the heroes of the Swans have returned in sports cars once again!
"Many supporters have co here spontaneously to wait for the players' return. As we can see, many people in the crowd are young. They have begun idolizing Swansea's players.
"The Swans are stirring up a youth storm in football, and at the sa ti, they are creating an idol craze here in Swansea. Young people envy the way they can go to a football match with such swagger. It is simply unheard of!"
That morning, after Lynn called Carter and said he had a news story for her, he had not broken his word.
When BBC Wales edited the footage of Swansea's players driving sports cars to Hartlepool into a news report, even viewers who were not football fans were shocked by the incident!
The news of young Swans manager Lynn leading a convoy of supercars to a match created a sensational effect!
Although Swansea's players were still only competing in Division Three, the impact they created today made them seem like stars!
They stopped the cars outside Lynn's house. Lynn had not yet returned, so they got out.
The mont they stepped out, the young fans on both sides of the road erupted into enthusiastic cheers!
Villa scratched his head, feeling that sothing was strange.
Sohow, it felt as if they were racing drivers who had just reached the finish line.
Ibrahimović, anwhile, waved flamboyantly toward the crowd.
Jas Cook had just wanted to say hello and leave, but Cromwell stopped him.
"Don't rush off. Let's see what happens first. Going ho to sleep right now would be so boring."
Jas Cook looked conflicted. Today had been an extraordinary day for him. He wanted it to continue, but he was also afraid that his brother would worry if he returned ho too late.
In the end, he gritted his teeth, sat back in the car, and called his brother, saying he would be ho a little later.
His brother was currently busy with a lawsuit. As a lawyer, he was working himself to exhaustion and did not pay too much attention, so he agreed. In his eyes, Jas Cook was the classic obedient child.
After waiting for about five minutes, the coaches had all gone ho first. The players lacked patience and no longer wanted to wait.
The team's three captains gathered together.
Friedrich suggested greeting Lynn's family, parking the cars in the garage, and then leaving.
Ibrahimović quickly said, "Don't. It's so late. Wouldn't it be bad to disturb his family?"
Friedrich looked at the noisy scene on the road outside Lynn's house, with quite a few dia outlets gathered there as if reporting a major event. He asked back, "You think ringing the doorbell and driving the cars inside counts as disturbing them?"
Ibrahimović laughed awkwardly twice, then gave Cromwell a look.
Cromwell laughed it off, then said, "I think the Boss isn't a petty person. Even if we borrowed his cars for a day or two, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Friedrich looked at Ibrahimović and Cromwell, both of whom had clearly bad intentions, then glanced at the incredibly tempting supercars parked by the road. He gritted his teeth and said, "One of you is captain and the other is vice-captain. Even if things go wrong, it won't be my head first. So where are we going? You tell !"
Cromwell smiled. "I heard Crystal Nightclub in Cardiff is famous. Want to go take a look?"
Friedrich frowned. "Wouldn't it be enough to just have so fun in the city?"
Ibrahimović imdiately said, "Are you stupid? Of course we have to go sowhere else. Otherwise, how are we supposed to enjoy driving?"
Friedrich glared at Ibrahimović. "You still dare to drive? If you don't have a license, then behave yourself and be a good passenger."
Ibrahimović shrugged. "Even if I'm just riding along, a longer ride is better."
Cromwell added, "Exactly. Anyway, our next match is a week away. Even if we go to Cardiff, at worst, we'll co back the day after tomorrow and get punished with extra training. Who's afraid?"
Friedrich thought for a mont, then said, "Fine. Go ask what everyone thinks."
The players gathered and discussed it for a while. No one chose to back out. Even Jas Cook followed the group after Cromwell persuaded him. In truth, he was also very curious. Having never been to a nightclub before, he felt a little excited inside.
After making their decision, everyone got into the cars together and imdiately drove away as if fleeing for their lives.
They were afraid Lynn would catch them red-handed!
While they drove the supercars toward the Welsh capital of Cardiff, howling like ghosts and wolves, Lynn returned ho in the Ferrari, with Hughes following behind in the Maybach.
After opening the garage, he looked at the empty supercar garage in confusion.
Not a single car was inside.
After Hughes parked and got out, he saw Lynn's expression and chuckled. "If I were ten years younger, I definitely wouldn't return the car to you tonight either. Co on, why are you frowning? What's so hard to understand?"
When so many young people gathered together, of course they would ss around if no one was watching them!
Lynn sighed.
Hughes said goodbye, then took a taxi ho.
Just as Lynn took out his phone, it rang.
He saw it was Carter calling. After answering, he said, "Was today's news explosive enough for you?"
"Hehe, Mr. Young Manager, the news you gave has made absolutely love you. But I'm calling you this late for only two things. First, congratulations on winning so spectacularly today. Second, I wanted to tell you that your players drove your sports cars to Cardiff."
"I guessed that. I just didn't expect them to go that far."
"With your supercars leading the way, Swansea to Cardiff takes an hour at most."
"All right, I understand. Thanks for tipping off. Get so rest. Good night."
"Ah, on such a wonderful night, I'm sleeping alone. How lonely."
"…"
Lynn fell silent for a mont.
The cold wind at midnight was icy enough to make anyone shiver instinctively, but inside, Lynn felt incredibly hot.
He said into the phone, "Interested in going to Cardiff in the middle of the night?"
Five minutes later, Carter hurried out of her house.
What entered her sight was Lynn leaning against the Maybach, a fitted won's coat draped over his arm.
When she walked up to him, Lynn unfolded the coat and smiled. "I was actually going to give this to you next ti I had the chance, but today happens to be perfect. Try it on and see if you like it."
Carter smiled sweetly and turned her back to him. She spread her arms and put on the black fitted coat, then naturally leaned back into Lynn's embrace. Tilting her head back, she kissed Lynn's lips with burning passion.
After the fiery kiss ended, she smiled with pursed lips. "I like anything you give . Hm? Didn't you drive the Ferrari during the day? Why did you change cars tonight?"
Lynn rubbed his nose and said, "Dayti was work. Nightti is a date. How can they be the sa?"
Naturally, he could not reveal the real reason.
If he drove Erin's Ferrari while taking Carter out on a date, and Erin found out, he would probably end up with several slap marks on his body.
After getting into the car, Carter smiled and asked, "Are you going to catch your players?"
Lynn smiled and let it pass. "Let's have so late-night food first, then go to Cardiff. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep on the motorway."
"All right. I'll listen to you."
Carter kept smiling, like an obedient little kitten.
While eating supper, Lynn called Jas Cook and asked where they were in Cardiff.
Jas Cook was an obedient child. Everyone else might lie to Lynn, but he would not.
After learning that the boys had gone to Crystal Nightclub in Cardiff, Lynn was no longer in a hurry. He leisurely finished supper before driving onto the road.
Carter found it strange.
"Aren't you going to catch those players? Why aren't you driving faster?"
Lynn drove the Maybach steadily and said casually, "There's no need to catch them. Why bother? They're all young. They should have a nightlife. After all, none of them are married.
"Besides, the more you explicitly forbid them from going, the more they'll sneak off in worse ways. I'm not against players going to nightclubs. They just need restraint. Relaxation shouldn't turn into indulgence.
"And there's also the timing. You know, if we had lost today and you reporters found out so players went to a nightclub, hehe, the club would definitely be under huge public pressure tomorrow."
"What do you an, 'you reporters'? I'm one of your people!"
"Hahaha. I hope all reporters beco my people!"
Crystal Nightclub in Cardiff was extrely famous. Many of its regular guests were celebrities. Wales was very strong in rugby, and rugby stars often appeared there.
But tonight, the protagonists there were the players of Swansea Football Club.
When ten supercars stopped outside the nightclub like a long dragon, even the club staff were alard. Clearly, guests like these would bring the nightclub considerable spending.
The beauties lining up outside the nightclub saw a group of fresh-faced young n getting out of the sports cars and imdiately began throwing flirtatious looks and greetings.
Horatio Nelson already liked hanging around nightclubs in Swansea, so he instantly entered his elent. He stepped forward, chatted with two beautiful won for a few monts, then walked into the nightclub with one on each arm.
So of the other players also boldly went over to strike up conversations. After finding suitable female companions, they entered the nightclub.
Jas Cook looked like a frightened child, staying close beside Cromwell.
It was not Cromwell's first ti at a nightclub, but he had rarely gone before. He was not very interested in drinking and dancing. He preferred gas that involved thought or action. However, he did enjoy Crystal Nightclub's high-end décor and fiery atmosphere.
The Swansea players went straight up to the second floor, practically booking out half of it. Soon, they blended into the environnt, dancing passionately with beautiful won and raising glasses with teammates to celebrate today's victory.
By the ti Lynn arrived at Crystal Nightclub, it was already half past two. The atmosphere had dropped sowhat.
He and Carter sat at a scattered table on the first floor. Carter leaned against him, restlessly twisting her seductive body. Lynn was not in any hurry to go upstairs and catch the players in the act. As he had said, players should be given space to relax, and he would naturally not be too harsh.
After playing with Carter until they were almost exhausted, Lynn had her go outside first and wait in the car. Then he went upstairs alone.
In truth, several players had already left.
Around three o'clock, Cromwell, Cook, and Villa were the first to leave. The other players left one after another after that. So left with other n, while so left with won.
What were they going to do?
Lynn did not want to know.
The ones still there were Evra, Glendower, Brunel, Gabbidon, Pedretti, and Poulsen. Three of them had already collapsed asleep on the sofas.
Pedretti and Evra were chatting about sothing unknown, their arms around each other's shoulders as they whispered continuously.
When Lynn appeared in front of them, both of them jumped in fright.
Glendower, who was "talking about love" with a beautiful woman next door, did not notice at all.
"Boss!"
Pedretti shouted as if startled.
Lynn smiled at them. "That's enough for tonight. Go back. Find a nearby hotel and rest. Stay safe. After you wake up, rember to return to Swansea. Look after each other and don't let anything happen."
After saying that, Lynn turned and left.
Pedretti and Evra stood at the second-floor railing and watched Lynn leave the nightclub. Only then did they relax. But the two imdiately took action, waking all their teammates and quickly leaving the club.
After Lynn ca out of the nightclub and got into his Maybach, Carter, who had originally looked extrely sleepy, suddenly lifted her head. She swept her silky blond hair behind her with one hand and gave Lynn a beautiful smiling face. Her eyes carried a wild, soul-stealing allure.
Lynn smiled. "Aha. You were pretending to be drunk."
"The real program tonight hasn't even started. How could I sleep?"
"Hahahaha!"
Lynn started the Maybach, then chose a record and placed it into the player. A burst of Cantonese that Carter could not understand filled the car.
"What song is this?"
"A Chinese song you won't understand."
"Oh."
Although Carter was smiling, she felt a faint sense of loss inside.
At that mont, she realized just how deeply she wanted to understand Lynn, inside and out, completely and thoroughly.
Unfortunately, she could not.
As the song, strangely mismatched with the Maybach's luxury, played through the car, the Maybach disappeared into Cardiff's night.
A Cantonese lody about the cool wind, the boundless autumn moon, and longing that made ti feel endless drifted softly through the dark.
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