Chapter 577 Can You Sign Me?

"Sir, there is a question, perhaps offensive," said a young reporter.

"In that case, don't ask."

Seeing the embarrassing expression of this 'rookie' reporter, Ferguson laughed triumphantly.

Only then did the young reporter realize that he had been tricked, and he slandered this bad old man in his heart...

"Sir, I'm sure a lot of Manchester United fans have a big concern like me, how long can you manage Manchester United, I mean, have you set yourself a new timetable for retirement?"

Ferguson expressed for the first time in 2002 that he would retire after the season.

However, that season, Manchester United was affected by the rumors of Sir Alex's retirement and achieved nothing. In the end, Ferguson stayed on the team with the help of the club and players.

Unexpectedly, it took another 8 years to do this.

The question raised by the reporter is a bit heavy.

Yes, this is an old man who is already 68 years old. In any country, he is already retired at this age, and he is beginning to enjoy the vacation life after retirement.

Ferguson pondered for a moment, he said, 'There is no timetable'.

‘As long as my physical condition allows, I am ready to work for another four or five years. '

This answer won applause and cheers from the Manchester United fans and reporters at the scene.

Everyone understood what Ferguson meant. The old Scottish man planned to leave the foundation of the next dynasty for Manchester United before retiring.

"What if Manchester United wins the Triple Crown this season?" the reporter asked.

Manchester United was knocked out by rival Leeds United early in the third round of the FA Cup, so this treble clearly refers to the League Cup, Premier League and UEFA Champions League.

Ferguson laughed happily, "Then I can retire happily."

Fang Jue watched the TV, the old man smiled happily, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He knows all too well the love and admiration Manchester United fans have for Ferguson.

Now that Ferguson has said so, then, in order for Manchester United fans to see Ferguson on the bench next season, he will kill Manchester United in tomorrow's final no matter what he says.

Fang Jue raised his wine glass and drank the old man's glass of self-poisoned milk.

...

"This damn weather forecast!" Fang Jue said loudly, but his tone was full of surprise.

The weather forecast said that in London today, there may be light rain, heavy rain, and local heavy rain.

At this moment, outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

"I hear the sound of the waves."

"Standing in the middle of the city."

Fang Jue was in a happy mood, humming a song.

The players saw the coach's happy face and happy mood, and their mood also became happy.

They regard it as a reflection of Fang Jue's strong confidence in winning today's final and winning the championship.

This is the hallmark of a successful manager whose every move has an impact on his players.

After breakfast.

Fang Jue handed over the management of the players to his assistants, and he walked the streets near the hotel by himself.

He frowned, it was a dead end.

There is no road ahead.

The man behind was still following him.

This is a burly man with an Asian face.

The height is estimated to be at least 1.9 meters.

bald.

tall and strong.

Thick arms.

...

Fang Jue's heart skipped a beat. The law and order in London is not as good as it appears on the surface.

Fang Jue was about to take out his wallet and hand it over.

Generally speaking, the other party is just looking for money. If you take the initiative to hand over the property and the other party takes the money and leaves, it is rare to continue to hurt others.

"Are you Mr. Fang Jue?" The man's voice sounded like a duck's voice, "Coach Fang Jue?"

Fang Jue was startled, this is not seeking money, this is directly aimed at him? !

He immediately called the system.

System, help!

Come and save your host father.

The system ignored him.

"I am!" Fang Jue forced himself to remain calm. He did not deny it. It is useless to deny that a celebrity like him is so recognizable (handsome).

"They say that you are very accurate at judging people. You can tell if many young people can become stars just by looking at them?"

Eh?

Although this question is inexplicable, it is also a question that falls within the football coach's 'business scope'. Listening to this question, the other party is not a gangster?

"I'm just more observant than others, and I'm better at discovering the talents of players." Fang Jue said cautiously.

"Then do you think I can become a football star?" the man asked in a muffled voice.

Uh.

Fang Jue looked at the other party, he didn't know how to answer.

He was wondering what kind of answer the other party wanted.

Although he felt a little more relaxed, Fang Jue still couldn't rule out the possibility that the other party was a villain.

In this case, it is best to follow the other party's wishes.

...

"Very good." Fang Jue nodded, "Your body is very strong, and your ability to fight is not a problem. If your skills are above the level, there is still hope."

"Then you decided to sign me?"

Looking at the light in the other party's eyes, Fang Jue worried that if he answered 'NO', the other party would violently hurt others.

So, he nodded with Chen Ken's expression, "I can check it out, and if possible, I can sign you."

Well, he was worried that his promise was too sure and easy, and the other party would not believe it.

This is all social experience.

"Why don't you sign it now?"

Fang Jue now faintly suspects that there is something wrong with this person's brain.

This made Fang Jue nervous again, and this kind of person couldn't be provoked even more.

At this time, I saw this person walking heavily, took two steps, reached the wall, roared, grabbed a big trash can, and threw it directly out.

"Is it okay?"

"Well, it is very powerful and can be used for special moves." Fang Jue nodded.

...

Fang Jue took out the sticky note in his pocket, scribbled down a phone number, and handed it over, "This is my phone number, call me when the time comes, and I will arrange someone to contact you to sign the contract."

"You have to write, you agree to sign my words."

"Coach Fang Jue agreed to sign—" Fang Jue paused and asked, "What's your name?"

"Kevin Lee." The man said immediately, "Nineteen years old."

Fang Jue was taken aback, nineteen years old?

He glanced at the other party. If this kid didn't say anything, no one would doubt that he was twenty-nine years old.

Coach Fang Jue agreed to sign Kevin Lee, as evidenced by evidence, February 28, 2010.

After Fang Jue finished writing, he handed it to this big man named Kevin Lee.

The other party took it over and took a closer look, "Thank you, coach, I'm yours now."

"Very well, wait for my call." Fang Jue smiled and nodded.

He and the big man passed each other.

Kevin. Lee did not attack him.

Fang Jue passed quickly.

He walked out of the alley and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw passers-by.

When I turned my head, I saw the big man was still standing there, waving goodbye to him.

Fang Jue didn't call the police. He had already determined that the big man had no malicious intentions. Maybe he was out of his mind, or maybe he was just naive.

He didn't take it to heart either.

...

Back at the hotel, I ran into Ceballos.

"Fang, where have you been? No one answered your cell phone."

"Take a walk." Fang Jue said casually, "The phone is charging in the hotel room."

"Everyone is waiting for you."

"Then let's go."

This is Aston Villa's last tactical analysis meeting before the start of the Carabao Cup final against Manchester United before heading to the new Wembley Stadium.

Six hours later, the Aston Villa team set off from the hotel and headed for the new Wembley Stadium.

Almost at the same time, the Manchester United team's bus also left the hotel and headed for the new Wembley Stadium.

Some ideas need to be strung together, and I will sort out the detailed outline later. Today is just a chapter, and I hope everyone will forgive me.