In the area "bordered" with them, Aston Villa's fans waved black, red, purple, and yellow sticks, screaming without any weakness.

On the coach's seat, Fang Jue first covered his face, then bent over with a smile. This is a big deal, the city can play.

"The guy who wrote that post is a fool. He should register the copyright first, and then care about them. This will make a lot of money." Steve Warner said, and then the assistant coach saw that Fang Jue's face was wrong, "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine." Fang Jue waved his hand, looking like he was constipated as if he had been taken out of his pocket.

Of course, copyright is just a joke. Not to mention that this kind of copyright is difficult to define. It has nothing to do with him. Fang Jue returned to the coach's seat and stared at the venue.

This game is a test for Aston Villa. Although West Ham United is not a giant, it is a traditional powerhouse in the Premier League. Of course, Aston Villa has always been positioned in this way.

In the eyes of English media and fans, whether it is West Ham United or Aston Villa, they are all messing around, not giants, but they are strong and have no hope of being in the top five. They are not strong when they meet weak or strong when they meet strong. They are a fucking team that makes people trouble.

In Fang Jue's eyes, his Aston Villa has long since left the category of a powerful team, which is actually not a good noun, and West Ham United is still a fucking messenger. He wants to use West Ham United to sacrifice his flag and tell Aston Villa's fans that they are different from West Ham United.

Aston Villa (Fang Jue): Don’t be beaten by me!

We are different.
Chapter completed!