Chapter 200: Double Crown! When It Comes to Attack, Bayswater Chinese Are the Best in the World!
April 27th, Wembley Stadium, London.
April was usually dry in London, but tonight the rain poured down in sheets.
With temperatures hovering around 6°C, the icy rain stung wherever it hit bare skin.
Xia Qing often said: "Beijing's cold is physical. Britain's cold is magical."
Yang Cheng could now personally attest to that.
Dressed in a full suit with a wool sweater underneath, he was still freezing.
The cold started at his feet and crawled upward, no matter how much he paced the technical area.
Especially when Italian referee Nicola Rizzoli blew the final whistle.
Yang Cheng stood still—his legs numb.
He had mentally prepared for this outcome ten minutes earlier.
The electronic scoreboard read 0–0.
Neither team had scored in this match.
But a week ago, at Old Trafford, Manchester United had won 1–0.
So by aggregate, the Red Devils knocked out Bayswater Chinese and advanced to the Champions League Final.
Yang Cheng's team had been eliminated in the semifinals.
In the stands, 90,000 fans who had screamed for the entire match were left with only a goalless draw and bitter disappointment.
On the pitch, eleven United players roared and celebrated.
Tonight, they had been pinned back for 90 minutes.
Yang Cheng's side came out firing from the first whistle.
Ironically, Ferguson hadn't even played that defensively at first.
He had wanted to start strong, to attack.
He couldn't accept winning in a cowardly way—
Not after the first leg had left him facing ridicule rather than praise.
Rooney's goal in the first leg had been controversial.
United had parked the bus to deny an away goal.
And in the end, they won 1–0, but the world mocked them.
So Ferguson had wanted to attack this time.
Even just one away goal would've sufficed.
But he never got the chance.
United were completely suppressed.
Forget attacking—they barely managed to counterattack.
And yet, somehow, they survived.
Evra, Vidic, Ferdinand, and Gary Neville—United's classic back line—held firm.
Gary Neville, who had struggled with injuries all season, gave everything he had over both legs.
Even though Bale tore into him repeatedly—sending him crashing over time and again—
He held on, thanks to support from Ferdinand, Vidic, Carrick, and De Rossi.
Chance after chance, United weathered the storm.
The final scoreline: 0–0 at Wembley. 1–0 on aggregate. United through to the final.
Ferguson and his players celebrated wildly under the Wembley lights.
In contrast, the 90,000 fans in the stands fell into stunned silence.
They couldn't accept it.
But silence quickly turned to boos and abuse—
Directed at United.
...
While United basked in victory, Bayswater Chinese players stood frozen in the rain.
Soaked to the bone, they could no longer tell if the wetness on their faces was rain or sweat.
They stood there like injured cubs, unsure how to face their fans… or their coach.
They had given everything.
But United's resilience had won out.
Yang Cheng understood exactly how they felt.
He exhaled deeply, his breath fogging in the cold air, and stepped onto the pitch.
He walked straight to Gareth Bale—
The Welshman was on his side of the field in the second half.
Bale stood with his head hung low.
As Yang Cheng approached, he looked up, clearly wanting to speak…
But nothing came out.
"It's okay. It's over," Yang Cheng said softly.
He opened his arms and embraced the drenched Bale.
"After we taste the pain of failure, we'll come back stronger."
Bale's rigid frame relaxed in his arms.
Then he hugged Yang Cheng tightly and murmured:
"I'm sorry, boss…"
Yang Cheng patted his back.
"Go dry off."
Bale nodded and jogged toward assistant coach Brian Kidd, who was waiting with a towel.
Yang Cheng turned to console the rest of the team.
For his players, this defeat cut deep.
But this is football.
And Yang Cheng didn't believe in making excuses.
Not even about volcanic ash from Iceland, which had recently disrupted European travel.
Yes, flights were canceled.
Yes, they took a coach to Manchester.
But the journey didn't drain them.
Even in his past life, Barcelona didn't blame a volcano when they lost a Champions League semi.
The truth?
Ferguson exploited the Bayswater Chinese's biggest weakness: midfield.
Yang Cheng's most prized—and most vulnerable—area.
He had seen the signs in the first leg.
That's why, in the previous weekend's Premier League match, he rotated heavily and lost 0–1 away at Aston Villa.
He wanted to rest his stars for United.
In the second leg, he made tactical adjustments—
But they didn't work as hoped.
What could he do?
As Benítez once said:
"Give me eleven robots, and I'll win every match."
Yang Cheng wanted to reply:
"If you had robots, what's so impressive about winning? You think the rest of us can't win with robots?"
...
Back on the team bus heading to Brent training center, no one spoke.
The silence was eerie.
Yang Cheng didn't break it.
Everyone needed to process the loss in their own way.
So did he.
Later that night, back at Brent, he called an emergency staff meeting.
Coaches, sports scientists, analysts—all present.
Everyone shared their thoughts.
Everyone dissected the match.
Because for Bayswater Chinese, the road wasn't over yet.
And Yang Cheng was already preparing…
For what comes next.
From the perspective of Bayswater Chinese, the two-legged Champions League semifinal wasn't drastically different from their past matches.
The attacking shape was largely unchanged.
Lewandowski remained the immovable force at center-forward.
Bale occupied the left, while Di María or Walcott played on the right.
When they struggled to break through, Hazard would be brought on.
"From a strategic perspective," said Brian Kidd,
"It was always going to be hard for us to penetrate United's defense directly. Ferguson packed the midfield with three players—De Rossi, Carrick, and Anderson."
"In the first leg at Old Trafford, if Neville was Ferguson's biggest gain, then in the second leg, it was Anderson who surprised everyone."
"He completely nullified Modrić."
Yang Cheng had long said that while media and fans might overlook Modrić due to his quiet personality, people within football increasingly understood his value.
Especially since Yang Cheng had refused to sell him, even after parting ways with several other key players.
Naturally, clubs that studied Bayswater Chinese in-depth always keyed in on Modrić.
Some devised plans to stop him but lost anyway due to overall weaker squads.
But United did it right—and won.
"Anderson didn't press recklessly like he used to," Kidd continued.
"He stayed about two meters off Modrić, shadowing him constantly—blocking, not tackling."
"His goal wasn't to win the ball, but to stop Modrić from dribbling forward or playing vertical or diagonal passes."
"Without those, Modrić's distribution can't break lines."
And Modrić's game is built around penetration and creativity.
But when a tactician like Ferguson assigns someone to shadow him so tightly, even Modrić can't dribble out of that cage.
So he was forced into lateral or backward passes.
That immediately slowed the midfield engine.
The first leg had already exposed the issue.
Back then, Ferguson relied on Scholes, and the two playmakers dueled evenly.
Yang Cheng recognized the problem and held a trump card.
In the second leg, he brought on Aaron Ramsey in place of Rakitić in the second half.
Ramsey had an impressive 84% long pass success rate this season.
But he was still young, and though his accuracy was there, his tempo was slow.
He lacked experience, positional sense, and control under pressure.
Yang Cheng brought him on to receive from Modrić and hit long switches, hoping to pull United's defense apart and create gaps for the front three.
But the passes lacked zip, the placement wasn't sharp enough, and by the time his teammates controlled the ball, United had already shifted.
Up front, Lewandowski was shackled between Ferdinand and Vidic.
Once the front three were locked down and unable to break through, the threat faded.
Kidd played clips of United's successful defensive phases.
"Once Modrić is neutralized, we don't have a true link between midfield and attack."
Rakitić was good, but only 22.
And while he could run a midfield at Sevilla, trying to do it for a team aiming to win the Champions League was another level.
He simply wasn't ready for that weight.
Still, that didn't mean he wasn't a brilliant player.
Historically, when Bayswater Chinese faced true elite-level opposition in the Champions League quarterfinals and beyond, their tactical reliance on a strong central forward—like Džeko—was crucial.
Lewandowski, for all his brilliance, didn't offer the same tactical presence as Džeko once did.
And so, in the semis against United, the weakness was laid bare.
Shut down Modrić, and the midfield collapsed.
Bale, Walcott, and Di María are not playmakers. They can't hold or dictate the game.
Hazard could—but the Belgian was still too raw.
Same with Ramsey.
So, really, Yang Cheng had no complaints about losing over the two legs.
Ferguson, with his legendary tactical instincts, sniffed out the soft underbelly beneath Bayswater Chinese's fearsome facade.
Even if they'd advanced past United, and met Arsenal in the final, the same flaw might have undone them.
Because the issue wasn't tactical—it was structural.
Now that it was exposed, more teams would copy it.
Whether they could execute it like United? That was another matter.
"As I've said before," Yang Cheng added after hearing all the analysis,
"Successful teams look alike. But each failure is unique."
"And our failure over these two legs? It's obvious—it came from midfield and the final third."
"When we can't adjust the front three, we have to fix the midfield."
There were many possible solutions.
If they want to smother Modrić?
Fine. Make that effort wasted.
One option: pair Modrić with another creative force out wide, like Hazard or Arshavin, and build a dual-core system.
Or get a forward like Džeko to operate as a second playmaker.
But Yang Cheng didn't want to break apart the front four he'd worked so hard to build:
Lewandowski, Bale, Walcott, Di María.
Especially since Bale and Walcott had become icons of the club.
So the only path left was to build the midfield.
To find someone to pair with Modrić.
And the obvious answer?
Toni Kroos.
The blueprint?
Barcelona's "Xaviesta" midfield.
Iniesta: the dribbler, the penetrator—just like Modrić.
Xavi: the pass master, the architect—this would be Kroos.
Someone who read the game, thrived in tight spaces, and dictated the tempo.
Xavi's intelligence, vision, and spatial control were criminally underrated.
People noticed Iniesta—his dazzling dribbles and solo magic.
But Xavi?
He needed movement. He needed teammates. He needed context.
No runners? No angles.
No angles? No passes.
That explained why Kroos struggled at times with Bayern and Germany.
Not because he lacked skill, but because he needed the right structure.
And now, with Bayswater Chinese, Yang Cheng was ready to build it.
Because he understood—
Successful teams may look alike...
But the great ones?
They're built from the inside out.
In a tactical system, it's the same principle.
When Bayswater Chinese can reestablish a cohesive, well-structured lineup that runs smoothly and consistently performs at a high level, then the results will follow naturally.
Understanding this, Yang Cheng still hadn't made a move for Toni Kroos.
Because he knew—if he initiated talks, Bayern wouldn't sell.
If he offered Neuer in exchange, he'd be a fool.
The European transfer market is all about supply and demand.
Players don't have a fixed price.
That's how Zlatan Ibrahimović could command a sky-high fee to join Barça last summer,
and now, a season later, nobody wants him.
Not because he lacks value—he's still one of the best attackers in the world.
But no one is willing to buy.
If Yang Cheng tried to buy Toni Kroos, Bayern would demand a premium.
They might even propose a direct swap with Neuer.
That kind of loss-making deal? Not on Yang Cheng's watch.
Still, that didn't mean he didn't have alternative strategies.
For the past few years, Yang Cheng had maintained casual contact with Toni Kroos.
Nothing formal.
Just the occasional message—a friendly connection.
But Yang Cheng believed—Kroos was smart enough to understand what that meant.
It was a silent message:
"I'm watching. I believe in you."
This season, on loan at Leverkusen, Kroos had broken out and even earned a spot in the German national team.
Yet his value remained relatively low.
He was playing left midfield under Heynckes at Leverkusen,
a position that didn't even exist in Bayern's setup.
Could he play as a No.10?
Well, then what about Thomas Müller, Bayern's golden boy?
So Kroos' future at Bayern was murky.
Meanwhile, Müller's rise had caught the eye of many big clubs.
His contract ran until 2013.
In Yang Cheng's previous life, after Müller's World Cup explosion,
Bayern extended him quickly—
and then they extended Kroos too.
Kroos joined Bayern in 2006, signing a five-year amateur deal until 2011.
After entering the first team in 2007 and impressing,
he signed a four-year pro deal in 2008, running through 2012.
That's why Bayern rushed to renew him after the 2010 World Cup.
If they waited until 2011, entering his final contract year,
they'd be on the back foot.
So Yang Cheng kept in touch.
To send a silent signal:
"I'm here."
"Bayern isn't your only option."
He was giving Kroos the confidence to negotiate—
to fight for a guaranteed starting role.
Whether he succeeded or not was up to fate.
But Yang Cheng was willing to wait.
Because passers like Kroos were rare in modern football.
Each one was the backbone of a superclub:
Pirlo at CityXavi at BarçaXabi Alonso at MadridCarrick at United
If it couldn't happen in 2010, Yang Cheng would wait for 2011.
If by then Bayern still hadn't renewed Kroos, they'd have to sell.
That's when Bayswater Chinese would strike.
Ideally?
The deal happens in 2010.
Bayern had long coveted Neuer, and flirted with him for ages.
Yang Cheng pretended not to notice.
But Bayern kept leaking interest in others—
Monaco's Ruffier, Leverkusen's René Adler, even Atlético's De Gea and Asenjo.
Yang Cheng saw through it all.
Classic negotiation tactics.
They wanted to signal:
"Neuer is just one of many options. Don't get cocky with your price."
But Yang Cheng wasn't naïve.
For all their flaws—meddling legends, backroom politics—
Bayern's leadership knew football.
And Uli Hoeneß had already marked Neuer as his man.
Especially now that Neuer was Germany's undisputed No.1.
Yang Cheng was waiting.
After the World Cup, once Bayern made their move for Neuer,
and if Kroos still hadn't extended?
He'd leak a little rumor—plant a seed.
And Bayern?
They'd likely offer Kroos to smooth the deal.
It would all fall into place.
Yes—it was exhausting.
Yang Cheng had never worked so hard behind the scenes for a single player.
But for Toni Kroos?
It was all worth it.
...
Meanwhile, in Premier League Matchday 36, Arsenal drew 0–0 with City.
That left the table looking absolutely wild:
Bayswater Chinese – 81 pointsManchester City – 81 pointsArsenal – 80 points
Three clubs separated by one point.
Ancelotti had missed his golden chance to take the lead.
But Bayswater Chinese remained top on goal difference.
They'd just been eliminated from the Champions League,
and had taken only one point from their last two league games.
To outsiders, it looked like a team on the verge of collapse.
Knocked out of the FA Cup.
Knocked out of the Champions League.
If they lost the league too?
Disaster.
But just three days later, they hosted Burnley, second from bottom.
And right from the kickoff, Yang Cheng's men were furious.
They stormed forward with relentless aggression, clearly determined to vent all their frustration.
Yang Cheng had rallied the squad before kickoff:
"We have four league matches left. Win them all!"
Burnley, fighting for survival, packed the box.
But by the 12th minute, Bayswater nearly scored:
Bale whipped in a cross from the leftLewandowski fired a rocket, savedMarcelo followed up from close range… also saved
A double miracle stop.
They came again in the 20th minute:
Bale headed Piszczek's cross onto the postCleared for a corner
From that corner, Modrić found Kompany—just wide.
Just a minute later, they struck.
Modrić split the linesLewandowski timed his run into the right side of the boxRounded the keeperScored from a tight angle
1–0.
And then—almost instantly—
Modrić again played a through ball.
Lewandowski peeled into the right channel, received,
and sent in a perfect cross…
Walcott surged forward like a bolt of lightning and met the cross at the edge of the six-yard box with a precise header.
2–0!
In the 26th minute, Piszczek played a beautiful through ball.
Modrić burst into the right side of the box and fired a shot—saved.
By the 31st, Lewandowski received the ball with his back to goal at the edge of the box, turned, and unleashed a thunderbolt.
The goalkeeper parried it but failed to hold on.
Walcott, alert as ever, pounced and slid in to stab the ball home.
3–0! A brace for the Little Tiger!
Then came wave after wave:
Bale crossed, and Lewandowski volleyed just wide.Bale again, driving into the left side of the box, had a shot blocked.Just before halftime, Walcott slalomed past two defenders and squared the ball—Lewandowski finished calmly.
4–0! A brace for Lewandowski too!
Wembley erupted.
Three days after a painful defeat, the wounds were already healing.
Victory and defeat are both part of football.
And considering how young this team was—how they had rebuilt just last summer—falling in the Champions League semis was nothing to be ashamed of.
But today?
In just one half, Yang Cheng's team had silenced all doubts.
They had put the Champions League and FA Cup exits behind them.
With 76.9% possession and 14 shots, the first half had been a complete showcase.
Call it bullying the weak?
Bayswater Chinese didn't do half-measures.
...
In the second half, they kept the pressure on.
Burnley, desperate, made midfield changes to shore up the defense.
But chances kept coming.
Then, in the 68th minute, Walcott again broke into the right side of the box.
His shot was parried—but he followed up and smashed in the rebound.
5–0! A hat-trick!
"That's Walcott's 14th Premier League goal this season!"
"His first career Premier League hat-trick!"
"Absolutely incredible!"
"After their Champions League heartbreak, Bayswater Chinese responded with a statement win—a rampage that shows they're still one of Europe's elite."
"At Wembley, they're still unbeatable."
In the 72nd minute, Walcott crossed from the right—
Bale tapped it in at the far post.
6–0!
In the 77th, Rakitić hit a thunderous shot off the crossbar.
In the 81st, Piszczek and Walcott combined beautifully on the right,
Piszczek reached the byline and crossed.
Lewandowski volleyed it home in the six-yard box.
7–0! A hat-trick for the Polish striker!
Bayswater Chinese were inspired. Relentless. Unstoppable.
In the 87th, Lewandowski threaded a perfect through ball.
Bale, after missing a few earlier chances, broke into the left side of the box—
and buried it in the far corner.
8–0! A brace for Bale!
Just two minutes later, Hazard, who had replaced Walcott, burst down the right and crossed from near the byline.
Bale headed it in at the far post.
Earlier, he'd hit the post with a similar header.
This time, he nailed it.
9–0! A hat-trick for Gareth Bale!
Wembley went absolutely berserk.
Fans leapt from their seats, screamed, cried, and celebrated wildly.
Three hat-tricks in one match.
From the same team.
An unprecedented feat in any top European league.
And a 9–0 annihilation?
Madness.
"Bayswater Chinese took out all their Champions League frustration in one night."
"Burnley... poor Burnley. That result may have killed their survival hopes."
"By the final whistle, Burnley's players were broken. Mentally shattered."
"They could no longer defend. They could barely move."
"Bayswater Chinese were merciless."
"And what's more shocking—Lewandowski, Bale, and Walcott all scored hat-tricks. Absolutely unreal."
"Right now, I can say without hesitation:
When it comes to attacking football—Bayswater Chinese are the best in the world!"
...
The 9–0 demolition of Burnley was a thunderous statement to the world.
And Lewandowski, Bale, and Walcott's trident officially announced their arrival as a legendary trio in world football.
Elsewhere:
City beat Aston Villa 3–1Chelsea won 2–0 at AnfieldUnited edged Sunderland 1–0Arsenal lost 2–1 at Blackburn, despite scoring first through Van Persie
Arsenal had paid the price for the midweek Champions League war.
They had drawn 2–2 away at Inter, then won 1–0 at home—eliminating Mourinho's Inter 3–2 on aggregate.
So the Champions League final at the Bernabéu would be...
Manchester United vs Arsenal.
Another all-English showdown.
But Arsenal's league loss meant they were now officially out of the title race.
With one round to go, they had no mathematical chance.
The title would now go to either:
Bayswater Chinese or Manchester City.
If City wanted the crown?
They'd have to hope Yang Cheng's men slip up in all three remaining games.
How likely is that?
...
Midweek, Bayswater played their rescheduled Matchday 17 fixture.
Home vs Blackburn.
Sam Allardyce lined up in a deep 4-2-3-1, parking the bus.
For most of the first half, it worked.
Until stoppage time.
Bale earned a corner on the left.
Modrić whipped it in.
Thiago Silva headed it across goal.
A scramble at the front post—
Walcott reacted quickest and poked it in.
1–0!
In the 55th minute, Walcott nutmegged Chimbonda, broke free, and crossed—
Lewandowski tapped it in. 2–0!
Blackburn pulled one back off a corner—Samba headed it in.
2–1.
But in the 85th, Bale destroyed Salgado on the left and crossed to the near post—
Lewandowski headed it in.
3–1. Another brace for Lewandowski.
The train kept rolling.
The title was within reach.
In the end, Bayswater Chinese defeated Blackburn 3–1 at home!
…
May 9th, 4:00 PM.
Premier League Matchday 38 — final day.
Bayswater Chinese faced Bolton away.
Though Bolton were safe from relegation, they still wanted to win their last home game.
But in the 38th minute, Marcelo cut inside and smashed in a goal from the left side of the box.
Then in the 69th minute, Matić delivered a gorgeous ball, and Lewandowski controlled it with his chest and volleyed home.
2–0!
Just nine minutes later, Di María provided a low cross from the left, and Lewandowski met it at the near post —
3–0!
In the 82nd, Di María dribbled past the left flank, laid it off to Aaron Ramsey, who had just come on —
Ramsey slotted home and sealed the win.
4–0!
Bayswater Chinese wrapped up the season with a four-goal thrashing of Bolton away from home.
Coincidentally:
Arsenal beat Fulham 4–0Chelsea beat Wigan 4–0Manchester United beat Stoke 4–0Liverpool were held 0–0 by HullManchester City, out of the title race, drew 1–1 with West Ham
At this point, with only the rescheduled Matchday 18 fixture remaining, all other Premier League matches had concluded.
And Yang Cheng's team had officially clinched the 2009/10 Premier League title, completing the Double Crown!
…
With the league wrapped up, Yang Cheng sent out an all-rotated squad away at Everton in the final makeup match.
The two sides battled for 90 minutes, ending in a 2–2 draw.
Everton twice took the lead, and Bayswater Chinese twice equalized:
First: Kompany scored from a free kickThen: Giroud, assisted by Piszczek, found the net
After the match, a makeshift stage was erected at Goodison Park.
Premier League CEO Richard Scudamore had been waiting, ready to present the medals.
Captain Modrić lifted the Premier League trophy on behalf of the team.
Though it was an away match, all the standard title celebration protocols were in place.
Many Bayswater Chinese fans had traveled to Goodison to witness history.
Even some Everton fans stood to applaud the champions.
At that moment, the 2009/10 Premier League season officially came to an end.
Bayswater Chinese finished with 28 wins, 7 draws, and 3 losses — 91 points.
Manchester City followed with 85 points, finishing second.
Arsenal came third with 83,
United fourth with 82,
and Chelsea fifth with 79.
Then came Spurs, Aston Villa, and Liverpool.
Relegated teams: Burnley, Hull City, Portsmouth.
...
The club's talismanic striker, Robert Lewandowski, won the Premier League Golden Boot with 29 goals.
In Yang Cheng's previous life, Drogba dominated the scoring charts thanks to Ancelotti's tactics.
But now, under Hiddink, Drogba wasn't as prolific.
Lewandowski had the title all to himself.
For Bayswater Chinese:
Bale scored 19 goals, finishing 6th in the league scoring chart — a star fully emergedWalcott netted 15, tied for 8thDi María, after scoring 8 last season, dropped to 5 this year — partly due to Walcott's rise
Walcott's explosion had limited Di María's minutes.
But overall, the Argentine had remained impactful, especially in the Champions League.
After all, Di María was never a pure scorer.
Also with 5 goals: Ramsey and Matuidi.
Rakitić added 4.
Yang Cheng's biggest surprise?
Aaron Ramsey — his growth this season had been phenomenal.
Rakitić was intriguing too—3 of his 4 goals came during Lewandowski's dry spell, when Carroll had to start.
Overall?
Bayswater Chinese's attacking firepower remained unmatched in the Premier League.
Arguably, in all of Europe.
They finished the season with an astonishing 112 goals, setting a Premier League record for most goals in a single season.
And they only conceded 23.
That made them the best defense in the league — even one goal better than Barcelona.
(Barça scored 98, Real Madrid 102 — both fewer than Yang Cheng's side.)
Yang Cheng was proud of what his team accomplished.
With Bale, Walcott, Di María maturing, and the front trio of Lewandowski, Giroud, Kane growing stronger—
he had no worries about the attack.
Nor the defense.
Piszczek and Marcelo had successfully succeeded Baines and Maicon.
Marcelo's defending still had holes, but he had clearly improved.
Ryan Bertrand was a solid backup.
As for Kyle Walker? Still raw, still reckless,
but Yang Cheng was obsessed with his physical gifts—he would be molded.
Center-backs?
José Fonte, Thiago Silva, Pepe, and Kompany — more than enough.
The only lingering concern?
Midfield.
Tactics are a delicate web.
When Džeko left and Lewandowski stepped up, cracks emerged in Europe.
The Champions League semifinal loss exposed a key flaw.
It was a good thing.
Now it was time to fix it.
After the trophy ceremony, Yang Cheng took a moment to chat with Richard Scudamore.
The Premier League CEO asked about the International Champions Cup.
The tournament had been Yang Cheng's idea.
But when the proposal didn't pass at the owner's summit, he had to pivot.
Before poaching Richard Masters, he'd informed Scudamore.
That's why Masters had been able to step in so smoothly.
So Yang Cheng made no secret of it now.
"David Pensell and Richard Masters have been grinding on this for the past year."
"All the clubs are ready. Sponsors too.
Now it's just about the matches this summer."
Yang Cheng was excited and confident.
Of course, year one wouldn't be huge.
Everyone knew that.
But if ticket sales could balance the budget?
That alone would be a win.
He was sure other superclubs saw it the same way.
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