The media room at Old Trafford Stadium is holding a pre-match press conference. Ferguson and Mourinho, the old and young coach, are sitting on it for an interview.

There was no sparky battle of words like every day, both of them only talked about their preparations. Only when talking about the championship was there was a little bit of gunpowder.

"I believe Manchester United will be the league champion this season." Ferguson said with a slightly red face and smiled, looking confident.

It's obvious that it's not enough to avoid his edge. Mourinho didn't want to show weakness. He also said with a smile: "We have lost too much this season. In the final championship, we will no longer be lenient. The league championship will belong to Chelsea."

As soon as these words came out, Ferguson next to him turned his head to look at him, and the expressions on the reporters' faces also changed.

"Sorry, Mr. Mourinho. I heard nothing wrong just now. Are you saying that Chelsea will win the league championship this season?" A reporter raised his hand and stood up.

Mourinho nodded and said in a very affirmative tone: "Yes, you heard it right, and I was right. At the beginning of the season, I said Chelsea would be the league champion of this season, and I still say that now."

He said this, without considering the feeling of sitting next to Ferguson, because his tone seemed to have won the league championship.

Sure enough, he is indeed a madman!

Ferguson glanced at Mourinho, and his smile-like expression made people unable to understand what he was thinking. Mourinho smiled at Ferguson after saying this, without a arrogant look in his smile.

"It is a good thing for young people to be motivated." Ferguson spoke. He did not respond tit-for-tat as the media wished, but just nodded in a very plain way.

"But." As soon as the topic changed, everyone became excited.

"The champion cannot be obtained by just talking about it."

Interesting. Mourinho thought, is this a different way to challenge the book?

I answered!

...

"We want to win the league."

Below this sentence is a large photo of Mourinho. His head was slightly raised, his mouth was opened, and he raised one hand, and his face was filled with uncoverable arrogance.

Of course, this photo was definitely not taken by Mourinho at the press conference yesterday. This was the line selected by the reporters from Mourinho's previous photos, but the effect was just right.

Outside the noisy Old Trafford, many fans were queuing up to enter the field, and almost every Chelsea fan posted this newspaper.

They just like to see Mourinho's arrogant, especially in front of the veteran strong team Manchester United. This will make them feel particularly at ease before the game.

I don't know if Chelsea players have this idea too...

Chelsea players are warming up on the court. The fans who enter the court continuously make Old Trafford gradually become noisy.

Mourinho was not waiting in the locker room this time. He was standing on the sidelines and watching Manchester United warm up with interest. Other coaches were busy leading Chelsea players to warm up.

Mourinho rarely comes out when the team is warming up. Usually he prepares himself in the locker room, and even if it is okay, he chooses to rest there. However, today he wants to see Old Trafford before the game and observe Manchester United and Ferguson by the way.

Ferguson is next door, in front of the home team coach's seat, just like Mourinho, watching the players warming up on the court.

Intuition told him that someone was observing him, and turned his head to find Mourinho who was looking at him.

The two people's eyes collided. No one took the lead and finally had to move away at the same time. Because I always looked at each other so much, it felt strange...

Boas got off the field and walked to Mourinho to get water and drink.

"There are so many people." He saw Mourinho looking into the stands and said casually.

"The capacity of 130,000 people is indeed much larger than Stamford Bridge Stadium..." Mourinho just replied casually. It wasn't. Chapter 1523 The footsteps sounded, and the sound became louder and louder. He knew that the players were warming up.

He raised his back.

The door was pushed open. Lampard was the first to walk in, and others followed him in one after another.

The last one to come in was Boas, who was responsible for closing the door.

As soon as the players came in, they started to change their jerseys. Everyone was busy doing their own things, and Mourinho was not in a hurry to speak.

He watched everyone be almost busy with his own affairs, so he stood up and pressed his palm down: "Be quiet, guys, I have something to say to you."

The locker room gradually became quiet, and everyone turned their eyes to Mourinho, their leader, who was standing by the door.

"Although we have two games left this season, in fact, there are only ninety minutes, and the league of this season will all end. We have worked hard for a season, and we will only look at the 90 minutes of what fruit we can harvest in the end. Our team has not won the league championship yet, and now is a great opportunity." Mourinho pointed to the door.

"Yesterday I said that Chelsea's goal for this season is the league championship, which scared a lot of people. They think I'm bragging again. Because the opponent in the last round of the league is Manchester United. But I don't think it's a big deal. If the opponent is not strong enough, maybe I'm not energetic."

The players laughed.

"The opponent is strong enough, and we can only get the championship to be worth it... I said, has the league championship goal scared you?" He looked at his players.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Crespo stood up, "we're scared by the league champions, and we'll be laughed at if it's out."

"Yes, yes, winning the league championship is a desperate thing. How could you be scared?" the others followed.

Hearing these answers, Mourinho laughed: "We are indeed from the same team! I said I want to win the league championship. People outside said that Jose Mourinho is crazy, either crazy or stupid. They don't believe it... No, they don't believe it, they are scared..." At this point, Mourinho grinned.

"What are they afraid of? They are afraid that we will really win the league championship and make them look bad. For someone like me, who is so arrogant, it must be the end of the world for them."

The players laughed as they heard this.

Mourinho never hides his arrogant personality, whether facing the media or his players. So when he says that he is so arrogant, the players will smile. The boss is indeed very arrogant, but if you stand on the same position with him and stand in the same trench, then you will feel that his arrogance is a great pleasure for you.

"Whether we can win the league championship, today's game is the key. If we win the league championship, it will scare some people... then let them be scared!"

"That's right, boss!" A group of people became excited like a wolf. The league championship was their only regret. This time it was the closest time to this goal, so we couldn't let it go anyway.

"I don't know what the future will be! Maybe we will win many championships together in the future, but that's what happened in the future. Now, since the league championship is only ninety minutes away from us, there is no reason for us to let her go and hold her tightly. If someone wants to come up and grab it, then let them pay the price!"

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"I definitely don't accept the ending of home defeat." In Manchester United's locker room, Ferguson was also mobilizing before the final game. "This matter was not discussed. If you lose the previous game, you will lose, but you must not lose in this game! Do you know what it means to us if you lose this game?"

Most players know that Ferguson's name as "dressing room hair dryer" is not a waste of time. Everyone knows that they were the most popular in the league to win the championship, and before that they were also leading all the way. At the most, they were as many as eight points ahead of Chelsea, but now they have fallen to the point where they have to compete with Chelsea for the league championship... Sir Ferguson is in a bad mood at all, so no one wants to get into trouble.

"Try your best to win Chelsea! This is our home court, there is nothing to worry about. I don't want anyone to think that a draw can win the championship. We have not played against them once or twice. What kind of opponents are Chelsea a group? I think you should be very clear - remember, you can't give them a slight chance!"

Ferguson clenched his fists. At the age of 63, he didn't look old at all. His face was red, his eyes were bright, and his movements were large and powerful.
Chapter completed!