England's BB Sports spent hundreds of millions of pounds to buy the exclusive broadcast rights to the Premier League in England.

Originally, the Europa League matches were dispensable to them. Even with the broadcast rights, they would just find a couple of commentators to talk about them casually.

But they took this internal England battle seriously enough.

And Thierry Henry, their mainstay who was hired for millions of pounds each year, the former King of Highbury, also valued his old club very much, and volunteered to be a commentator.

"Regarding the last match, Rosicky's suspected foul at the last moment led to Norwich losing the ball, and Arsenal took away a draw. What do you think, Your Majesty?" Host James asked Henry this tricky question without any politeness.

"Haha..." Henry showed his signature big white teeth and shook his head with a wry smile. What could he say?

"As a footballer, I have always respected and loved football. Football gives me, gives..."

"Can you just get to the point?" James interrupted Henry.

The female guest next to Henry had long, wavy hair, blue eyes, and a high nose. She was extremely beautiful, and her evening dress was decent and sexy, revealing her fragrant shoulders and lotus arms. Seeing James digging to the bottom, she laughed so hard that she leaned forward and back.

Henry scratched his eyebrows and shook his head helplessly, "That was indeed a foul. I can't talk nonsense just because I used to be an Arsenal player. But the situation on the field changes rapidly, and it's normal for the referee not to see it.

In my opinion, the referee's decision was qualified. His control over the game was already quite excellent. We can't erase his achievements because of this one mistake."

The female guest nodded non-stop, agreeing that he was right and spoke well.

James also kept nodding, his eyes rolling around, "Then, Your Majesty, what do you think about Wrightman's criticism of Zhao on social media, thinking that he is a despicable player who almost ruined his career? And he believes that players from Long Country should not appear on English fields at all, which is a disgrace and even a disaster for English football."

The female guest raised her neck and laughed so hard that she was almost out of breath, not because of Wrightman's strange remarks, but because James's question was simply deliberate.

He was making things difficult for the King of Highbury.

Henry kept touching his neck, feeling like he was about to sweat.

"James, your mouth will be torn apart sooner or later, really."

"Then what exactly do you think? Your opinion only represents yourself and has nothing to do with BB Broadcasting!"

Henry pointed at James, as if he was very angry, but in fact, he was still in control.

"I don't know much about Long Country football. I heard that there is a lot of room for improvement.

But whether it is Long Country, England, Europe, Asia, Africa, or any other country, anyone with the ability can play football in Europe. This has nothing to do with race or belief.

I can understand Wrightman's uncomfortable mood, after all, he may have to rest for another half a season before he can recover.

But I can't understand his point of view. He really has to be responsible for his own words.

As for him saying that Zhao is a despicable football player, I can't agree with that either. Everyone saw what happened with that ball. Zhao lost his center of gravity and stepped on his ankle.

If I were the one he fouled, when he made such remarks, I would definitely visit his home to demand an explanation!"

Henry put away his smile and expressed his own opinion.

"So... so you have completely offended Arsenal fans now!" James nodded.

The female guest suppressed her laughter, trembling slightly.

Henry nodded in relief, "I know what your purpose is. You are just jealous of the glory I created at Highbury, so you want to destroy me!"

The three of them laughed.

"Okay, before the game, Your Majesty, please talk about the strength of the two teams and predict the result."

The three finally got on track. Henry nodded, "Norwich's style of play is still relatively simple. They don't pursue ball control, but use simple long passes and crosses. Their technical level is actually not very high, but their defense is indeed very good. Almost every player is conscious of filling in the gaps, and their fighting spirit is very strong.

Their offense mainly relies on Xilo's breakthroughs, Ospina's high points, and Zhao's midfield dispatch. Once the connection between them is cut off, it will be difficult for Norwich to open up the offensive.

There is no need to say much about Arsenal. Except for the goalkeeper, almost everyone has the ability to receive and pass the ball. Giroud, Sanchez, Welbeck, and Cazorla all have very strong offensive capabilities, especially Sanchez, who can easily tear apart the opponent's defense.

After the first game's trial, Wenger and the players will definitely find a way to defend against Norwich's frontcourt attackers, and it will be difficult for Norwich's players to limit Arsenal's attacking group.

The result is obvious. Arsenal will win a big victory.

I estimate it should be between three to zero or four to zero, or even a massacre."

Henry analyzed the situation clearly and logically.

"What does Ollie think?" James looked at the female guest.

Ollie didn't understand very well. She only knew that Arsenal was third in the Premier League, and the players' names often appeared in the newspapers. She had hardly heard of any of the players in Norwich, and she had to cram temporarily to learn something about them.

It seemed that the Long Country teenager was very strong?

"I think Norwich really has no chance. Mr. Henry is a little modest and didn't mean to say it too obviously. I think this is a massacre. Arsenal can win at least five goals!"

Looking at her confident appearance, James smiled, "If everyone thinks Arsenal will win, then it would be too boring. I'm on Norwich's side!"

"Okay, then we have to have a bet, right?" Henry smiled slyly, thinking, I'll teach you a lesson for making things difficult for me before.

Ollie looked at James's slightly deflated look and laughed heartily.

He liked to be maverick.

What to do now?

"Okay, then we'll bet fifty pounds!"

"Hey!"

"Too timid, right?"

James scratched his head, "That must be an advantage for you, right?"

"How can you say such a thing when you support Norwich?"

"Haha..."

"Then what do you say? What should we do?"

"Like this, if Arsenal wins, you will donate eight weeks of your salary to the English Football Association for the construction of lower-level leagues."

"What if Norwich wins?"

"Then I will donate fifty weeks of my salary to the English Football Association. Is that fair?" Fifty weeks, a full ten million pounds!

It can be seen Henry's attitude towards this game.

James had no choice. Henry dared to bet so much money, so he couldn't back down!

"What about Ollie?"

"No, I don't have a fixed job!"

"You can fundraise. If Norwich wins, you can fundraise online, and you won't lose!" Henry nodded vigorously.

Believe me! James's eight weeks' salary will definitely be donated!

Seeing such a professional person as Henry so sure and willing to make such a big bet, Ollie gritted her teeth, "Okay, if I lose, I will post a private photo on my personal page that no one has ever seen before, and then take a video that can only be sent to my boyfriend to raise money for the English Football Association, how about that??"

"Oh!!"

"It's settled then!"

"Very good, now Norwich fans must have suddenly increased!!"