The awards ceremony has ended.
Before the reporters even came knocking on the door.
Ferguson, who seemed to have adjusted his mindset, approached Li Shiguang first.
"Li, what did you say to Cristiano just now?"
Li Shiguang was speechless: "Please... Alex, can you not be so serious? No matter what, I'm the host today. After winning the game, it's only right that I comfort the opponent. I didn't just go to Cristiano."
“You didn’t win, we just tied!” Ferguson started nitpicking.
"I won..." Looking at the old man in front of him whose face was flushed, Li Shiguang raised the commemorative medal hanging on his chest.
"Tch... I have plenty of these."
"That's still a win for me."
"You fucking...!!"
It looked like Ferguson was about to start yelling.
Li Shiguang quickly put his arm around the old sir's shoulder: "Don't get excited... Alex, you're getting old, be careful to control your emotions."
She glared fiercely at Li Shiguang.
Ferguson took a deep breath, and after a few deep breaths, the abnormal redness on his face gradually subsided.
He pulled Li Shiguang's hand away from his.
Ferguson turned around, staring at Li Shiguang face to face, and said irritably, "Don't be too arrogant, Li. I will get my revenge in Moscow in ten days! Believe me, once I win the Champions League, you won't be able to take Cristiano away from me!"
"No, I never intended to rob it." Li Shiguang spread his hands, his face full of innocence.
Upon hearing this...
Ferguson was secretly pleased, and the anger in his eyes instantly faded: "You changed your mind!?"
“No, not at all.” Li Shiguang’s eyes darted around, his eyebrows slightly raised. “Leeds United made a normal offer during the summer transfer window. Manchester United evaluated it and felt the price was very reasonable. Then the player was satisfied with his personal terms and agreed to join. This is the standard procedure for transfers between clubs. How can you call it a robbery?! Alex, are you even being reasonable?”
Unexpectedly, Li Shiguang played a trick on him.
Ferguson flew into a rage, gritting his teeth as he prepared to unleash another torrent of abuse: "You..."
However, this time Li Shiguang didn't intend to pay any attention to him.
With a wave of his hand, he looked at Sir Alex with a smile: "And also, in Moscow ten days from now, you won't get your revenge, Alex. The Premier League title is mine, and the Champions League title... is still mine!"
After saying that...
Li Shiguang nodded slightly, no longer looking at Ferguson who was on the verge of exploding, and turned to walk into the player tunnel.
Ferguson, furious, glared at Li Shiguang with eyes like knives. Finally, he broke down, uttering a string of flowery words as he began to berate Li Shiguang…
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Li Shiguang did hear Ferguson cursing at him.
But he was too lazy to bother with it.
Because, besides having to rush to attend a press conference...
Li Shiguang had one more thing to do.
Just now, when FA CEO Brim was presenting the award to the entire Leeds United team, he put the medal on Li Shiguang's head and whispered a question in Li Shiguang's ear.
"Li, if you have time later, I'd like to come to your office... There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
At that moment, Li Shiguang gave Brinkham a strange look, but without thinking much of it, he simply nodded slightly in agreement.
Thinking about it now...
My relationship with Brim was only so-so; our interactions were limited to business. For the FA CEO to proactively invite me to sit in his office...
hey-hey.
It might be the very thing that will soon cause Ferguson a huge headache!
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"...Of course, winning the Premier League title is exciting." Sitting on the press conference stage, facing the reporters, Li Shiguang smiled gently. "We persevered to the end during a long season, which is truly no easy feat. The players' performance deserved this championship! But this is just the beginning. I just told them on the pitch that we are far from being able to celebrate. There are still two more titles waiting for us to strive for..."
Li Shiguang spoke the most arrogant words with the most humble attitude.
Many reporters' lips twitched.
We can leave the FA Cup aside for now.
The Champions League title, which clubs across Europe are vying for, was reduced to one of just two competitions to a casual remark by Li Shiguang. This was truly excessive...
"...Alex? We just had a brief chat. Of course, he said he would beat me in Moscow. You all know that old man is quite petty... But I know that's impossible. Manchester United hasn't beaten us once in two seasons, and there won't be any surprises in Moscow!"
"I've said it before, Leeds United's goal this season is to win the treble. Since the day I took charge of Leeds United, I've never failed to deliver on my promises, and this time... it's the same!"
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The press conference didn't take Li Shiguang too long.
After leaving Simeone and Rivaldo to deal with the excited media, Li Shiguang dashed out of the press conference and soon entered an office that Allen had specially arranged for him at Elland Road Stadium.
I habitually brew myself a cup of tea.
After thinking for a moment, I made Brinkham another cup of tea. Just as I put the cup on the coffee table, there was a knock on the office door.
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