One day later, the Old Trafford Stadium was packed, with tens of thousands of flags waving at the stands that could accommodate up to 128,000 people, and the crowds were filled with people. All Manchester United fans had known the situation of each team in this round of the league, which was the most beneficial to Manchester United - the enemy was weak and the competitors fought to the death. As long as you win one hand, you would be the leader of the championship trophy.

Everyone wants to see this historic moment - Manchester United has won 18 top league titles before and pursued their arch rival Liverpool. As long as they win this championship, they can dominate the UK.

When Manchester United players played, they received tsunami cheers like a thunderbolt - this is the function of Old Trafford as home court, but it was a little more exciting today. Manchester United supporters also hope to put additional pressure on the visiting Arsenal in this way, leaving them at a loss and surrender.

Ferguson was like a head of state and commander of the three armies. He stood on the high city tower, reviewing the troops driving from front of him with confidence, and enjoying the great cheers and praises of his subjects coming from the stands. The pinnacle of his coaching career... is coming.

Of course, there is another person who feels the same as him, that is, the club owner Jiang Feng, who stands in the VIP box above. He is the one who really should enjoy this feeling of emperor, because he is the real owner of this club, Alex Ferguson? He is just a worker, a little more advanced.

Jiang Feng arrived in Manchester last night. His team is likely to secure the league championship in the subsequent games. Once Manchester United wins this league championship, Manchester United can abandon their arch rival Liverpool and become the team with the most top league championships in England's history. As the owner of Manchester United club and a loyal fan, Jiang Feng naturally cannot miss such a major event.

After Jiang Feng's eyes slipped around the stadium, he turned his eyes to the old man again, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. With Jiang Feng's current knowledge, there are few things that can make him feel nervous.

Why did Jiang Feng feel this kind of emotion about the upcoming game? Because he recalled what happened the previous season.

In the past season, with six rounds left, Manchester United still led Chelsea by five points. When all Manchester United were preparing to celebrate the 19th top league championship trophy in club history, Manchester United suffered a series of losses. They were first tied by Chelsea in the away game in the 34th round of the league, and then tied by Middlesbrough and Everton, with the scores of 1:1 and 4:4 respectively. Then they defeated their city rival Manchester City in the penultimate round of the league. They led Chelsea by one point before the start of the final round of the season, but in the last round of the league, they were defeated by West Ham United, who was so angry that they were beaten to relegation. The league championship they won flew away. This also forced Manchester United to surpass Liverpool in a year.

The current situation is very similar to last year, and Jiang Feng is worried that the same scene will happen again.

At this moment, the old man in Jiang Feng's sight obviously did not remember what happened last year. The huge excitement of glory hit the brain of the senior worker, making his facial nerves uncontrollable, and a clear smile was always on the corner of his mouth. In the eyes of outsiders, he was not standing on the sidelines before the game, but on the sidelines after the game. As a result, naturally his team won a great victory.

The tactical opponent and the home advantage are also good, so there is no reason for a problem in this game.

When the players of both sides stood in line with their own half, the referee stood outside the center circle and put the whistle in his mouth. The Old Trafford Stadium, which had been noisy for a long time, suddenly became quiet.

This silence made Ferguson feel illusion. He turned around and looked at the stand behind him. Everyone was still there, and he felt relieved.

"beep--"

...

One hundred and twenty minutes later, nearly half an hour had passed since the end of the game.

Alex Ferguson sat alone in the empty coach's seat. As empty as the coach's seat, there was the stands at Old Trafford Stadium and a green field in front of him.

He sat here without saying a word, with neither ecstatic expression nor depressed feeling on his face.

He didn't care about the sound of footsteps coming from far to near.

"Jazz." The footsteps disappeared beside him, and Queros's voice rang out.

"Hmm?" Ferguson didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Go back?"

"I'll sit for a while."

"You've been sitting for fifteen minutes."

Ferguson finally moved his eyes from the court to Queros next to him. He didn't say anything, but his eyes made Queros feel a little chilling on his back.

Ferguson was like a beast angry at the loss of his child. He stared at you, and it seemed that he could jump up and pounce on you at any time.

He is really, really angry...

"You..." Queros paused, "I didn't say anything just now, I acted very normally, and everyone thought you..."

"I'm not angry, are you?" Ferguson asked back, his voice cold.

In the past, Roy Keane came over with this thick line and made Ferguson's bad head, but Keane took the team away today.

"How could I not be angry?" Ferguson asked again, this time he could not hear the smell of gunpowder. "But who should I send this to? Just after the game, when I was questioned by a group of media at the press conference, I really wanted to rush into the locker room and scold everyone. But when I thought about what happened after losing to Manchester City, I endured it. But I didn't want to see them again, so I sent them off early. I ran here and sat for a while, and I felt that I couldn't send this to them... No, I couldn't send it to them. Do you know why?"

Ferguson looked at Queros, and Queros looked at him, without answering.

"Because I think if I trace the source of this scolding, the person who should be scolded is me, I was fucked by the same stone twice! Last year, my team was tied by Chelsea, and in the end, that guy Jose snatched the championship trophy from me! But, just today, my team had the same situation again. The guy Arcena tied my team again, allowing Chelsea to see a little theoretical possibility of a reversal again. But I can't scold myself, especially in front of others, let alone." Ferguson stood up from his seat. "Three days after the league is the Champions League semi-final, three days after the Champions League semi-final, and three days after the league is the Champions League semi-final. The players' state fluctuated, and they are too tired."

"If I were a little bolder in this game, it might not be the result now. I didn't rotate when it was time to rotate. I wanted to use the strongest lineup to tear Arsenal apart, but I didn't expect that the strongest lineup was not the strongest lineup that decided the outcome of the game..."

"Then I sit here and think about it... Everyone has been exposed, and there is no one, and there will be no reporter like a fly to bother me. I can think carefully about it without pretending to be in front of others. I was not thinking about why I fell at this time. I just think that fate is really wonderful. I will let you go to heaven and to hell..."

"As I think about it, I won't be angry." Ferguson's eyes changed, and a smile appeared on his face. He opened his arms and even danced. "I admit that I was blinded by the performance in front of me at the beginning. Some people may think that this result was a cruel joke that fate played on me, but in fact I think this was just the best result!"

"I wasn't stupid! What was our original plan? No matter how many of our opponents we are now, we are always in the lead, right? Moreover, the league is not a desperate situation for us. There are two rounds left in the league, but we are still six points ahead of Chelsea. The result of this game is just a week delaying our championship."

"The most important thing is..." Ferguson blinked at Queros, "I also thought of how to make Barcelona bow down at home. We will get the ticket to the Champions League final for the sixth time."

Ferguson stretched, "Let's go, Carlos, go home. It's great if someone listens to me, otherwise it would be very uncomfortable to hold it in my heart..." He walked towards the corridor first, and then stopped and looked back at Queros. "Do you know? I suddenly felt that it was a great experience to think about problems in a court where no one was empty. The office or my own house was too small, which restricted my thinking."

"It's just right here," Ferguson continued, pointing at the stadium, "It's big enough, but it won't be boundless, otherwise I'll be distracted."

Then he muttered again: "Compared with the noisy court, I suddenly like such a quiet court again... It's really strange."

...

On April 26, 2008, three days ago in the second leg of the Champions League semi-finals, in the 36th round of the 2007-08 English Premier League, Nottingham Forest was tied by Arsenal at home, with a score of 0:0, and neither side scored a goal.

At the end of this round, the gap between Manchester United and Chelsea is still six points, and Chelsea still retains theoretical hope of winning the championship. If Manchester United loses all the next two rounds and loses a big score, then Chelsea may win the championship. Why do you say that? In addition to being six points ahead of Chelsea, Manchester United now has the advantage of twenty goals.
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