the next day.

Carrington Training Base.

Around 10 a.m.

Ferguson, a smile playing on his lips, had just entered his office.

Manchester United narrowly defeated Barcelona 1-0 at Old Trafford last night, advancing to the Champions League final for the second consecutive year. In his excitement, David Gill organized a small celebration party for the team at a local Manchester restaurant.

Ferguson was also very pleased.

In leagues, even in the highly competitive Premier League, there are teams that can win the league title for two or even three consecutive years.

It can be in the Champions League.

It's no easy feat for a team to reach the final two years in a row.

So at last night's celebration banquet, Ferguson made an exception and drank a little bit of champagne.

The entire Manchester United team had a day off today, but Ferguson didn't give himself a day off.

With the 2007-2008 season coming to an end, Manchester United only has four games left in the season after yesterday's match.

The opponents in these four matches are not weak teams, and the results of these matches will determine whether the efforts of the team and players throughout the entire season can truly bear fruit.

The old lord, who was in a fairly good mood, put down his things, picked up his cup, and walked towards the coffee machine. He planned to have a cup of coffee before starting his new day's work.

However, before the coffee was even brewed, there was a knock on the office door.

Are there other people working overtime today?

Looking up at the doorway with a puzzled expression, Ferguson said softly, "Please come in."

The next second.

The office door was pushed open, and David Gill rushed in.

It's obvious.

David Gill's expression was somewhat unnatural, and the feeling he exuded was completely different from when he was having dinner last night; he looked somewhat... flustered.

"What's wrong, David?" Ferguson noticed this keenly.

Jill waved the blank sheet of paper in her hand at Ferguson, speaking quickly: "Alex, have you read today's The Sun and the Yorkshire Post?"

Ferguson was taken aback.

What the heck?

I'm so busy every day, I don't have time to read gossip media like The Sun. As for The Yorkshire Post, it's always praising Lee Shih-kuo and Leeds United. Isn't reading it just adding to my frustration?

So the old sir shook his head and replied, "No, David, you know me well. When have you ever seen these two newspapers in my office?!"

Seeing that Ferguson was in a daze.

David Gill didn't bother keeping his old partner in suspense.

He walked over to the sofa, sat down, slammed the paper he was holding onto the coffee table, and said in an unfriendly tone, "Alex, we received an email in our inbox half an hour ago, a quote email!"

When Ferguson saw Gil's flustered appearance, he thought something serious had happened, which made the old sir quite uneasy.

Hearing that he had only received a quote email, he breathed a sigh of relief and joked, "No... David, you're not a new CEO. It's just a quote email, why are you so flustered?"

Seeing that Ferguson seemed unconcerned, David Gill turned around and looked at Ferguson, who was still making coffee, with a very serious expression: "Alex, do you know who you offered the quote to?"

"To whom?" Ferguson didn't even look up.

“Offered an offer to Cristiano.”

who?

Cristiano?

Upon hearing Ronaldo's name, Ferguson's previously smooth movements suddenly slowed by a beat, and he looked up at David Gill in disbelief: "That old bastard Florentino has changed his mind?"

“It’s not him,” David Gill shook his head.

Ferguson's confusion deepened: "Who else could it be?"

"Leeds United, Lee Shiguang!"

"That's impossible!" Ferguson's voice suddenly rose. "David, Lee should know that Cristiano won't agree to go to Leeds. He won't do something so pointless!"

“And what’s this?” David Gill picked up the piece of paper on the coffee table and waved it in front of Ferguson. “Alex, I’ve printed out the offer email, it’s right here. And you know why I asked if you’d read The Sun and the Yorkshire Post? Because both of those newspapers reported that Leeds United made an offer to buy Cristiano!”

"grass!"

After David Gill finished speaking, Ferguson could no longer hold back and swore out, completely ruining his good mood that had started that morning.

Immediately afterwards.

A terrifying thought arose in Ferguson's mind. The old sage looked at David Gill with a dark expression and asked, word by word, "Does Malcolm know?"

“Sigh…” David Gill sighed heavily. “That’s why I was in such a hurry to come to you, Alex. Less than ten minutes after I received the email, I got a call from Malcolm asking if there was any progress on our contract renewal with Cristiano.”

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Malcolm Glazer is an American businessman of Jewish descent.

He has many identities.

One of them is the owner of Manchester United, the real decision-maker.

certainly.

Manchester United fans prefer to call the owner a "vampire".

Since Malcolm Glazer's complete acquisition of Manchester United in 2005 and subsequent delisting, the Glazer family immediately saddled the club with over £500 million in debt, causing the legendary club to run a financial deficit for the first time since 1931.

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