Chapter 105 My Successor

Let's turn the clock back more than three months ago.

In the visiting team locker room at Cravennon Stadium in Fulham's home court. The King of Red Devils Manchester United is losing his temper at his soldiers.

"You actually lost to Fulham! Well? Fulham! You dare to lose such an insignificant team, and you didn't score a goal! Look at your performance in the game! I bet that prostitutes of one hundred and ten pounds in half an hour perform better than you! No fighting spirit! No enterprising spirit! I can't see the desire to win in you at all! If you don't want to play, just tell me in advance that I won't sign up for you!"

Ferguson is already sixty-nine years old, and his left chest is like Tang En, with a pacemaker buried. However, judging from his performance over the years, no one wants to believe that this energetic old man has such a thing.

At this moment, his face was rosy, but this may not be a sign of health. On the contrary, those who really care about him must be worried about Lao Shuai's heart in their hearts.

There are some days when Manchester United players have not seen Ferguson so angry.

The loss to Fulham away, and he lost no power to fight back, so he raised his hand early to surrender. The TV commentators puzzled from the results of the game to the process. They didn't know why this Manchester United performed so poorly in this game.

After cursing for a while, Ferguson suddenly stopped talking and said nothing. His abnormal behavior attracted the attention of the team members. A brave man quietly raised his head and saw Ferguson sitting on a chair and gasping for breath.

His face was still rosy, but a layer of fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. He sat on the chair like that, his shoulders kept shaking with his breathing. It looked as if he was exhausted.

"Go home and get back to your car." Ferguson waved.

The players were relieved and stood up and walked out of the locker room.

When everyone left. When Ferguson was the only one left in the locker room, he was still sitting in the chair without moving.

The gasp gradually calmed down, the redness on his face faded a little, and the sweat on his forehead was still there, but Ferguson didn't wipe it.

This body is already sixty-nine years old. Now it seems that you have to use all your strength to curse people and then take a rest for such a long time. What would those bunnies view his aging? I think Ferguson can't control them anymore, so can he do whatever he wants?

He thought of the scene when Brian Clauve left the city court in disgrace. He shouldn't leave the coaching position like that... He is a great coach and deserves a decent ending.

After resting for a while, Ferguson felt the strength to return to him, so he got up and walked out of the locker room.

Two days later, Manchester United CEO David Jill, who worked in London for the FA England, received a call from Manchester.

It was head coach Ferguson, but this time he did not reach out to ask the club for money, nor did he say that he was interested in a young and promising good seedling, and wanted Jill to arrange it... He did not mention any requests. He did not explain any unexpected loss to Fulham two days ago. He called here specifically not to chat with Jill.

He only said one sentence on the phone: "David, I'm tired. Find a successor."

David Jill was shocked by this. In his heart, the FA conference was not as good as this news. He immediately turned off the conference. He took the fastest flight back to Manchester. He wanted to talk to the man in person to see if he was playing the game.

Previously, Ferguson had repeatedly expressed his idea of ​​retirement. But some were just means of pressure on the club, while others were successfully dissuaded by the club despite their sincerity. Ferguson had been at Manchester United for 24 years. He had long been integrated with this world-renowned club. No one from Manchester United had seriously considered the situation where Ferguson would be gone one day - they thought that would not happen at all, and everyone hoped that this old Scottish man could work at Manchester United until his death.

If Ferguson hopes to put pressure on the club, then Jill hopes to know his request. If Ferguson really wants to retire, he will keep the old coach no matter what. We have successfully retained him three times, and this time there is no problem!

As soon as he got off the plane, Jill headed straight for Carrington. The team had finished training in time, but Ferguson would not leave the training base so early. If there was no traffic jam on the road, Jill should be able to catch up. In order not to lose, Jill called Ferguson on the road, hoping that he would wait for him in his office.

Ferguson did not object, and obviously he also hoped to have a good talk with Jill.

"What are your requests, sir?" As soon as we met, Jill didn't even have time to take off his coat, so he said to Ferguson, who had been waiting for a long time in a half-joking tone.

"This time I'm not using retirement as a guise, David." Ferguson sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"You're really here?" Jill turned around and stared at Ferguson.

Ferguson smiled: "I decided to retire after this season."

"I have heard this many times. But I still hope you think about it carefully..."

"I have heard you many times. I thought about it carefully for two days before I decided to call you."

"It's only two days... the team needs you. Alex." Jill moved a chair and sat in front of Ferguson, looking at him.

"I'm going to be seventy next year, David. Don't you think it's cruel to ask a seventy-year-old to continue working in such a stressful job?"

"Uh..." Jill must admit that in terms of verbal skills, he could not say that the head coach who once "played all the invincible players in the Premier League". He hesitated for a moment and decided to do it in another way.

"Don't you want to win another European Champions League? You once told me that winning only one Champions League is your biggest regret."

Ferguson smiled: "Of course I hope, I haven't given up that kind of hope yet. Isn't this season not over yet? I think it's very hopeful."

No matter from any point of view, Jill doesn't feel that Manchester United wants to win the Champions League this season. The team's performance this season has always been unstable. This is one of the reasons why he doesn't want Ferguson to leave office.

But now it seems that Ferguson has decided to leave. It is not something he can convince with just a few words.

"From now on finding a successor, David. You'd better decide the candidate before I retire. I don't want to see Manchester United leave as soon as I leave."

"Do you have a recommendation?"

"There will always be a few in so many years..."

Jill obviously knew who Ferguson was referring to, and he issued his names one by one: "McFerran?"

This is the current assistant coach of Manchester United, Ferguson's confidant, after Queoroz left Carrington. He tapped his potential internally. McFerran's advantage lies in his own origins in the Manchester United system and he can fully understand the essence of Ferguson's use and tactics.

But Ferguson shook his head: "No. He is more suitable to be an assistant coach." After a pause, perhaps considering that his assistant was a bit too much, he added, "At least he is not the right person for Manchester United head coach now."

"So...Moyes?"

This time Ferguson thought about it for a while before shook his head: "I'm not sure if he can do it in this position as well as in Everton. You know, coaching a wealthy and an ordinary team is completely different from the same job."

"Hmm, Roy?"

Ferguson continued to shake his head: "Wait until he is fifty years old before considering him."

That means he is still too young. He resigned from Sunderland, although there were some reasons for his poor performance. He also had too much pressure, which made Keane feel that things were out of his control. In short, he was not really ready to become a professional head coach, let alone become a Manchester United head coach. He had said before that he wanted to take over Ferguson to coach Manchester United, but he had never said that in recent years. It seems that he has learned the gap between reality and ideals.

"Jose Mourinho?"

Ferguson glanced at Jill: "Do you think he will come?"

Jill shrugged: "How do you know if you don't try it? What do you think?"

"If you can bring him, I certainly have no objection. But Manchester United fans may have to take some time to get used to their new coach."

"Well, let's talk about an easy... Queroz?"

"He has just renewed his appointment with the Portuguese Football Association for less than a year."

"Hey, Alex. You just have to talk about your evaluation of this candidate."

"I think he knows Manchester United best, but..."

"but?"

"Manchester United's performance under him may fluctuate and fluctuate greatly... Well, to put it simply. I think on the technical level, Queoroz is very suitable for Manchester United, but in terms of spirit, I can't stand him."

"Ha, look. Alex. There is no suitable successor at all, so don't mention retirement." It turned out that everything was a trap set by Jill on purpose.

But is Ferguson so easy to submit?

"You haven't listened to my recommendation yet, David. Didn't you ask me to recommend it just now?"

"you say. "

"Tony Donne."

Jill's eyes widened. "This is impossible!" He almost ignored it and vetoed it.

"Is it impossible for us, or is it impossible for him?" Ferguson asked.

"Can you imagine him leaving Nottingham Forest?"

Ferguson stared at Jill: "I don't think you can imagine working with him."

Jill admitted this: "I won't be happy to work with him."

"Putting aside your personal relationship with him, I think he is the most suitable for Manchester United. He is a coach with a tradition of championships. He can win the team and easily get the trust and support of the players. Of course. Manchester United fans only need to adapt for a while. They will definitely fall in love with this arrogant person."

Jill was unhappy about Tang En because of his personal impression - he hated Tang En, not because he hated his personality or remarks. or something else, because he hated Tang En. Ferguson was also a very personal head coach. But he had his own sense of doing things. Tang En was purely a mad dog, and he could do whatever he wanted to achieve his goal. Keegan was such a good and good person... He was bitten by him.

Although he can have a great time talking to Ferguson and Wenger, in fact, only a few people like him, and most people hate him very much. In the relatively conservative circle of English football, he is too arrogant, arrogant, shameless, despicable, maverick, too self-righteous, too arrogant, too arrogant, too arrogant, too arrogant, too arrogant, too arrogant...

"Anyway, he is not the type I like. I always feel that he does not belong to England or Manchester United. "Gill said with a strong personal relationship.

Ferguson agreed to this. He also knew that it was very difficult to get Don Eng to come to Manchester United. The difficulty was not the club, but the person with Don En himself. From countless indirect attacks, Ferguson could know that Don Eng was not interested in coaching a team like Manchester United.

Logically speaking, being able to coach such a wealthy team is a dream of many coaches. It’s like there is only one train in life, and it’s impossible to turn back if you miss it. But Tony always rejects his kindness. Is he reluctant to leave the forest?

Ferguson always doubted his loyalty to the forest. He always looked down on the Forest Club and believed that it was a small club that no matter how many championships he won. It was a pity that a very talented head coach was willing to tie himself to such a small stage and could not show his skills...

According to rumors, Benitez led Liverpool for several consecutive years. When he spent a lot of money to buy people but could only play in the League Cup, Liverpool senior executives once had the idea of ​​asking Don Enlai to coach. But in the end, he gave up.

Maybe it's the same idea as David Jill?

He does not belong to Manchester United, Liverpool, does not belong to England, does not belong to any... team. If one day he suddenly announces his departure from Nottingham Forest. Then he goes home to enjoy the two-person world with his supermodel wife, Ferguson feels that he may not be too surprised...

Such a tough and unique person only belongs to himself.

David Jill looked at the silent Ferguson and was about to say goodbye. "Okay, we will try the people you recommend. My personal relationship is personal relationship. If he is chosen, it is really helpful to Manchester United..." He shrugged, and actually believed in his heart that Don Eun would never accept Manchester United's invitation.

"The Ferguson I know is the man who never tires about pursuing victory." While saying goodbye, Jill was still a little unwilling to accept it.

"That must be me forty years ago. Have we known each other for so long?" Ferguson smiled and turned his last effort into invisibility.

Jill had no choice when facing this stubborn old man. He sighed and left.

More than three months later.

Ferguson played the card "My Successor" in the psychological battle with Tony Donn. Some people think he was just to interfere with the morale of the Forest team, but Manchester United executives and him were actually here this time.

Before going to Glasgow, Donn received a call from David Gildi.

"Hello. Mr. Don. I am David Gill, CEO of Manchester United Club. Can you delay you for a few minutes?"

Don Eun was confused - what did Manchester United's CEO do for himself? He instinctively wanted to refuse: "I was about to go to the airport..."

"It's only a few minutes, I promise not to exceed five minutes." Jill suppressed his inner disgust for Don En, and was doing his business.

In fact, it didn't work for a minute.

"There is an attractive job contract here, Mr. Tang En. We hope to hire you to coach Manchester United starting next season. We do not ask for your reply immediately, but just hope you will think about it carefully. This is my phone number, and you can contact me at any time after you have considered it. Goodbye, Mr. Tang En."

Don En stood at the door of his house with the phone still ringing busy. Manchester United suddenly called himself to coach at Manchester United?

Hello. Sir. Isn’t it a psychological warfare? How can I play it really?

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