Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

United Kingdom, Manchester.

Inside the Manchester United office.

Sir Alex Ferguson visited Manchester United and, accompanied by the club's marketing director Murtaugh, came to the office of coach Solskjaer.

"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 coached Manchester United for 27 years and won 2 Champions Leagues, 13 Premier Leagues and 5 FA Cups for the European Red Devils.

In 27 of these 11 years, he was named Premier League Manager of the Year.

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

Facing the disciple who played under him in the past, Ferguson patted him on the shoulder.

"Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, you became the head coach of Manchester United. This is something 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 performance in the first half was not bad. After 19 rounds, we ranked fifth. We are only one or two games away from the top four. In the second half, we will work hard in the second half and recruit appropriately in winter. There is still great hope for the Champions League next year. .”

Solskjaer finished his report.

Ferguson nodded without making a sound.

Under his thick glasses, his eyes are quite complicated.

For the current Manchester United, the top five in the half, this is indeed a passable half-time record.

Today's Manchester United is no longer the dynastic team that won half of the Premier League championships when I was coaching.

but……

Manchester United entered the top four and will be able to win the Champions League next season. Has this actually become the goal of the Manchester United team?

It has only been 6 years since I left Manchester United. How did this European Red Devils, which everyone was afraid of at the time, fall to this point...

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

Marketing Director Murtaugh made sidelines about Solskjaer.

"We have to work hard in the second half to ensure the qualification for the Champions League, otherwise our income will decrease next season, which will also have a great impact on Manchester United's market value."

"Look at our old enemy Liverpool, with 18 wins and 1 tie in the half, 13 points ahead of the runner-up Leicester City, alas, if nothing else happens, they will win the Premier League championship for the first time this season!"

Solskjaer gave Murto a blank look.

The old man is still here, why are you so weird?

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

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

Ferguson, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said:

"I heard that there is a Chinese from Inter Milan in Italy who won the Serie A half-time top scorer at the age of 17. Murtaugh, you have to think about it. Manchester United must rely on young players to achieve revival!"

As soon as the words came out, Murtaugh and Solskjaer looked at each other.

For a while, I didn't know how to reply to Sir Alex's words.

It has been six years since Ferguson left the position of professional coach.

Ferguson, who is nearly [-] years old, has long been less concerned about the specifics of European football, or even football.

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

How would he know that the Huaxia person he mentioned just now is Ye Chen who was expelled by both Murtaugh and Solskjaer half a year ago!

"What's his name?" Ferguson stroked his thin-haired forehead, "I heard him on the radio just now, he seems to be called Yan..."

"His name is Ye Chen, sir." Solskjaer said helplessly.

"That's right, Ye Chen, that's him," Ferguson's eyes lit up, "Why, you've been paying attention to him for a long time? Murtaugh, how much is Manchester United's transfer budget in winter?"

"About 5000 million pounds, depending on the surplus of players coming in and out." Murtaugh answered honestly.

Ferguson nodded, thinking.

"5000 million pounds, is it enough to buy Ye Chen? A 17-year-old half-time Serie A top scorer, what is the current market situation in the transfer market, Murtaugh, give me an analysis!"

Murto looked at Solskjaer with a wry smile.

How should this be explained to Ferguson?

"Sir, it's not a question of money, the question is whether people are willing to come to Manchester United."

"oh, I see……"

A glimmer of disappointment flashed in Ferguson's eyes.

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

"The attractiveness of Manchester United is indeed not as good as before. Compared with Inter Milan, there is no great advantage. Murtaugh, I suggest you try it. Maybe the players are willing to come to Manchester United to play? Try it and it will not work. Incorrect."

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

"Hey, I'm almost 80 years old, I live every day, and there's only so much I can do for Manchester United."

Solskjaer looked at Ferguson with sincere eyes, and couldn't bear to deceive him anymore, so he could only tell the truth.

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

Ferguson was taken aback and looked at Solskjaer in surprise.

After a while, he smiled helplessly.

"It's okay, I've done it before, it's normal."

"Youth training players sign a youth training contract, not a professional contract. They can leave at any time. If our parents push us again, we can't control it."

Solskjaer smiled bitterly, and he had a showdown.

Explain directly.

"Sir, this guy Ye Chen didn't come to Inter Milan to poach the wall, we terminated his contract, and then he went to Inter Milan by himself."

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

He looked at Solskjaer with unbelievably bizarre eyes.

Then look at Marketing Director Murtaugh.

"Is this really the case? Why did you terminate his contract!"

Murtaugh rubbed his hands vigorously in front of Ferguson, faltering and saying:

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

Snapped!

Ferguson took off his black-rimmed glasses heavily and threw them on the ground!

The lenses shattered and the temples of the glasses flew off.

"Murtaugh, do you have two chestnuts stuffed in your eye sockets? A kid who won the Serie A half-time top scorer. You said he didn't meet Manchester United's competitive requirements. Who do you think Manchester United is? A ball from an outer galaxy. team!"

"You are still the marketing director, you are 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 messed up by the strong wind.

"If I remember correctly, the head coach of Manchester United has to receive a report from the head coach of the youth team every month. It's impossible for you to not know Ye Chen's potential, and you just let him go. Have you been kicked out of your head by a donkey!"

"It's better to terminate the contract, take the initiative to terminate the contract! My God, we terminated the half-time Serie A scorer from our own youth team!"

"My 5-year-old grandson holds a £[-] note in his hand and knows he's clutching it like a treasure!"

"What about you, a Chinese boy with a bright future, just throw it away like waste paper!"

Ferguson's heartbeat fluctuated violently, and his hands were shaking with anger.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he leaned on the sofa and passed out!