Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Manchester, UK.

Inside the Manchester United office.

Sir Alex Ferguson visited Manchester United and, accompanied by the club's marketing director Murto, came to the office of manager Ole Gunnar Solskjaer.



Manchester United's greatest manager, Sir Alex Ferguson

: "Welcome Sir, come home to see us again!"

Solskjaer gave Ferguson a big hug.

The 78-year-old Ferguson is a godfather-level figure for Manchester United.

He spent 27 years at Manchester United, winning two Champions Leagues, 13 Premier League and five FA Cups for the European Reds.

Of those 27 years, he was named Premier League Coach of the Year for 11 years.

It can be said that Ferguson is not only the godfather of Manchester United, but also a witness and participant of the entire Premier League from its inception (1992) to its strength.

Facing his former disciples who played under him, Ferguson patted him on the shoulder.

"Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, you actually become Manchester United's manager, which I really didn't expect.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and the topic returned to Manchester United's results this season.

"Manchester United's results in the first half are okay, after 19 rounds we are fifth, only one or two games away from the top four, fight in the second half, properly recruit in winter, and there is still a lot of hope to play the Champions League next year."

Solskjaer finished reporting.

Ferguson nodded and didn't make a sound.

Under his heavy spectacle lenses, his eyes are quite complicated.

For Manchester United now, the top five in the half is indeed a decent half-time record.

Today's Manchester United is no longer the dynasty team that won half of the Premier League titles when he was in charge.

But...

Manchester United finished in the top four and can win the Champions League next season, has this actually become the goal of this team?

It's only been 6 years since I left Manchester United, how did this European Red Devils, who everyone feared back then, get to this point....

Ferguson couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Marketing director Murto was side-tapping Solskjaer.

'We have to work hard in the second half to secure Champions League qualification, otherwise we will have less revenue next season and it will have a big impact on Manchester United's market value.

'Look at our old arch-rivals Liverpool, 18 wins and 1 draw at half-time, 13 points ahead of runners-up Leicester City, alas, if nothing else, they will win the Premier League for the first time this season!"

Solskjaer gave Murto a blank look.

The old lord is still here, what are you yin and yang strange?

Can't you wait for the old lord to leave before you say these things?

"Moto, then I hope that you, as the marketing director, will bring in some strong players to Manchester United and help us achieve our goal of reaching the Champions League."

Ferguson, who had been silent, suddenly said:

"I heard that there is a Chinese man in Inter Milan in Italy, who won the Serie A half-time goalscorer king at the age of 17, and you have to think about it, Manchester United must rely on young players to rejuvenate!"

As soon as these words came out, Murto and Solskjaer looked at each other.

For a while, I didn't know how to reply to the words of the lord.

It has been six years since Ferguson left his career coaching position.

Ferguson, who is nearly 80 years old, has long paid little attention to the specific things in European football, or even about football.

At his age, occasionally going to Manchester United's home stadium to watch a few games a season is one of the few football-related activities in his retirement career.

How could he know that the Huaxia people he mentioned just now were Ye Chen, who was expelled by both Murto and Solskjaer half a year ago!

"What's his name," Ferguson touched the door of his thinning head, "I just heard him on the radio, it seems to be called Yan..."

Solskjaer said helplessly.

"Yes, yes, Ye Chen, it's him," Ferguson's eyes lit up, "Why, you have paid attention to him for a long time?" Murto, what is United's transfer budget right now in the winter? "

It's about £50 million, depending on the surplus of players coming in and out." Murto answered honestly.

Ferguson nodded and pondered.

"50 million pounds, is it enough to buy Ye Chen? A 17-year-old Serie A half-range goalscorer king, what is the transfer market now, Murto, you give me an analysis!

Murto looked at Solskjaer with a wry smile.

How to explain this to Ferguson.

"Sir, it's not about money, it's about whether people want to come to Manchester United."

"Oh, so..." A

hint of loss flashed in Ferguson's eyes.

He also subconsciously believes that the current Manchester United is the Premier League hegemon seven or eight years ago.

"Now Manchester United's attractiveness is indeed not as good as before, and compared with Inter, there is no big advantage, Murto, I suggest you try, maybe the player is personally willing to come to Manchester United to play? You can't go wrong with trying.

"Who is his agent?" Maybe I know, I can contact you. "

Well, I'm almost 80 years old, living a day is a day, and there's only so much I can do for Manchester United."

Solskjaer looked at Ferguson's sincere eyes, and could not bear to deceive him again, so he could only tell the truth.

"Boss, Ye Chen was at Manchester United half a year ago and is our U17 player!"

Ferguson was startled and looked at Solskjaer in surprise.

After a long while, he smiled helplessly.

"It's okay, digging into the wall, I've done it before, it's normal."

"Youth players, signed a youth contract, not a professional contract, they can leave at any time, if their parents pick it up again, we can't control it."

Solskjaer smiled wryly and he had a showdown.

Explain the words directly.

"Sir, Ye Chen, this kid is not from Inter to dig the foot of the wall, we terminated his contract, and then he went to Inter by himself."

Ferguson's body shook, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He looked at Solskjaer with incredulous and bizarre eyes.

Then look at the marketing director Murto.

"Really? Why are you terminating him!

Murto rubbed his hands vigorously in front of Ferguson and said:

"Because we felt at that time that Ye and Ye Chen's level could not meet the competitive requirements of Manchester United, so we..."

Ferguson took off his black-framed glasses heavily and threw them to the ground!

The lenses were splattered, and the temples were flying.

"Murto, do you have two chestnuts stuffed in your eyes, a kid who won the Serie A half-range goalscorer, you said he didn't meet Manchester United's competitive requirements, who do you think Manchester United are, a team from the outer galaxy!"

"You're also the marketing director, you're not even as good as my 5-year-old grandson!"

"And you, Solskjaer!"

Ferguson turned the hair dryer in another direction, and Solskjaer's hair was suddenly blown loose by the wind.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Manchester United manager has to accept a report from the youth team manager every month, you can't be unaware of Ye Chen's potential, and the result is to let people run away, are you kicked in the brain by a donkey!"

"Or cancel the contract, take the initiative to terminate the contract! My God, we have released the Serie A half-range goalscorer from our youth team!

"My 5-year-old grandson has a ten-pound bill in his hand and knows it's clenched like a treasure!"

"What about you, a promising Huaxia boy, just threw you away like waste paper!"

Ferguson's heartbeat rose and fell violently, and his hands trembled with anger.

The corner of his mouth twitched, leaned on the sofa and fainted!