Chapter 197 Sir Alex Ferguson's little calculation
Sir Alex Ferguson's house looks very old-fashioned, and there are many sculptures in the garden at the door. The lines of this brown house are very simple, but the flowers at the door and windowsill always give people a warm feeling. Especially the two rows of rattan chairs in the corridor at the door, with hand-woven pillows on them, feel thick and warm.
Eggsy looked at the rattan chair in the corridor for a long time, which made Ferguson look over there as well. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to sit here?"
After being mentioned by the old lord, Eggsy felt embarrassed and quickly said, "Oh, well, I can do anything. It's up to you."
The old Sir didn't walk over, but just said: "Although I'm over 70, I'm still strong and healthy. Don't think I'll freeze here." At this point, the Sir patted Eggsy's shoulder and asked: "Do you need tea or coffee?"
Eggsy responded immediately: "Tea."
"With lemon?"
"Add more milk and sugar~" Eggsy couldn't help smacking his lips when he thought of the calorie-filled 'milk tea' he drank at the Flower Growers' house.
The old lord looked at Eggsy. To the old man, it was a novel way to drink black tea without lemon and sugar. But Eggsy didn't just sit there. Instead, he followed the old lord to the kitchen at the back.
It was already autumn, and sometimes the wind was chilly. Even if Sir Alex really wanted to sit outside, Eggsy would probably bring him inside. Sir Alex was really cold... The Manchester United players would not let him go.
The old lord was not vague, and started to boil water in the kitchen to prepare tea. But when the old lord really started to boil water with his cane, Eggsy suddenly felt that the moment the old man slowly turned around with the kettle, no matter how energetic he looked, he could not hide his old age.
When the tea was ready, Sir Alex Ferguson did not add the traditional lemon to his tea, but instead added milk and sugar like Eggsy.
"Try the taste of young people." The old Sir Alex raised his glass first, and Eggsy followed suit with a smile. The two clinked their glasses and took a sip. Eggsy felt that it was not as good as what he drank at the flower-growing house. However, Sir Alex Ferguson blinked and said, "It tastes good."
Sir Ferguson felt inexplicably proud when he said this, as if he was so old that he found that he could still accept those things of young people and felt very trendy.
Eggsy drank the milk tea and was still thinking about how to talk to the old lord, but the old lord spoke first and said, "Didn't you come here to find out something?"
Eggsy was no longer trying to hide his feelings and spoke directly, "What do you think of the current England national team?"
Perhaps because he was annoyed that Eggsy was being too euphemistic, Sir Ferguson actually looked at Eggsy with a sly smile, took another sip of the warm milk tea, then looked at Eggsy with a sly smile, as if waiting for the words he wanted to say the most.
By now, Eggsy was no longer an inexperienced child. In the past year or so, he also learned about human hearts and society. He looked at the Français teacup in his hand, turned the handle, and decided to let go of his reserve.
"You told the Football Association that if I take over as coach, I must control the midfield... Is there some misunderstanding?" Eggsy thought that he could be more thorough and said, "I don't think I have the ability to control the England national team's midfield."
The lord was still thinking in his heart that Eggsy had been holding it in for so long and finally couldn't hold it in anymore? But did this kid always speak so directly? It was quite easy to communicate.
"Of course not." Sir Alex Ferguson stood up and started rummaging around in his kitchen, and finally took out a box of chocolate chip biscuits and handed it over.
"Now you know what's going on with the England national team, right? They've already changed three head coaches, and the tournament is next year. The main lineup and personnel of the England national team haven't been finalized yet." The old Sir Alex sat down again and said, "I don't want to take over such a mess."
While Sir Alex was saying this, Eggsy was also analyzing. Although the English Football Association was full of corruption and back-channel deals from top to bottom, now that three head coaches have resigned, this fun has spread to the international level.
If the old Sir refuses again...
The people in the Football Association are completely finished. They can only wait for England to watch Scotland and Ireland play in the World Cup. That would be a complete joke.
Hearing this, Eggsy also understood the key point. He put down his teacup and looked at Sir Alex Ferguson for a moment and said, "So... you really don't plan to be the head coach of England?"
Sir Alex Ferguson couldn't help but click his tongue when he heard this. He then looked at Eggsy and said, "Kid, I just praised you for being smart, and now you can't think straight?"
Sir Ferguson glanced at Eggsy after saying this, and then said, "If I really don't go, do I need to give them so many conditions?"
Eggsy: ...? ? ? ? (So should I go or not?)
Ferguson looked at the big question mark on Eggsy's little head, and finally couldn't help but laugh cunningly.
"This is called the two-hand preparation. The first is to prevent them from looking for me to do something. If I make a suggestion and the people in the Football Association don't agree, then I can just avoid letting them ruin my reputation in the future."
Eggsy was stunned when he heard this, and then asked blankly: "Then...what if they agree?"
Ferguson suddenly laughed, then drank his milk tea in one gulp. He looked at Eggsy, pushed his glasses on his face and said, "It's time for us to make a big bet!"
"But before that." The Sir put down the biscuit in his hand, complained quietly that he couldn't eat too many sweets, then looked at Eggsy and said, "I don't agree with what you just said."
Eggsy, who was reaching out for those cute chocolate cookies, was stunned for a moment. He blinked his eyes, and he didn't know whether to pull his hand back or continue to take the chocolate cookies.
Fortunately, the old Sir was not a bad man. At least he was willing to give Eggsy a cookie. He took it and placed it next to Eggsy's teacup, then said, "I don't quite agree with what you just said, 'I don't think I have the ability to control the England national team's midfield.' My opinion is the exact opposite."
"British football has always been too complacent." The old Sir Alex put down his teacup, looked at the handsome young face of the boy in front of him seriously and said, "Now all the players in England are controlled by the tabloid reporters. Listen, this is a ridiculous thing to say."
Eggsy actually knew a little about what Sir Alex Ferguson was talking about. Whenever the transfer season came, many players would start to let some reporters hype themselves up, and even pay some media people out of their own pockets to help them make "highlights" specifically to deceive the football circles of those clubs.
This is no longer just a matter for England, Spain, and Italy. This model can even affect countries across the ocean. Once a club has set its sights on a player, it is hard to guarantee that it will not be caught by these operations.
Then, a lot of money was wasted in the trade to buy these players. Even the former British star Owen said that it is common to see several Premier League clubs spend tens of millions to buy a player every transfer season.
Moreover, the club's football community is full of praise for this player, but when you really watch this player train and play, he plays terribly!
Many people felt that the club had wasted money and was in dire financial trouble. However, when the fans saw that their team was going to lose all four major titles this year, they could not help but ask themselves: where did they spend these tens of millions of dollars?
What Owen said is true, and what Sir Alex said is also true. Among the major European football associations, the Premier League has the most lenient penalties. This has led to the excessive movements of British players, and the British football world has various layers of blockades on foreign workers. The football soil itself is single-minded and most of them can only play long passes, and now foreign introductions have been stopped.
Similarly, it is rare for Premier League players to play in other leagues in the early stages of the season. And Eggsy is one of these rare players who was actually picked up by Real Madrid.
You should know that before this, Eggsy was just a miracle in Leicester City in the Premier League. As a midfielder who had just been promoted for half a year, the so-called scouts had mixed opinions about him.
There is no hype about Eggsy. He just played so many games on his own, striving for perfection with his own strength, and making everyone fully understand that he is worth the money.
In contrast, let's look at the current England national team - to be honest, although the Premier League seems to be very intense, every year the British team is called the European flower-growing team, and it is not just for show. In addition, the three resignations of head coaches by the English Football Association are more or less linked to corruption.
Ferguson looked at Eggsy and said, "Even if I have to take over this mess, I must make sure there are more conditions that are favorable to me." At this point, the old Fox head coach smiled and said, "The first is to make sure you are the core midfielder, and then, make sure I have absolute command."
"After all, I don't want to be told what to do by bureaucrats who know nothing."
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When Eggsy came out, he saw Migliaccio sitting in the corridor. He knew that Eggsy and Sir Ferguson were chatting inside, so he didn't want to go in and disturb them. But when he saw Eggsy coming out, he actually saw a dull look on his little guy's face.
Migliaccio: So what did Ferguson say to you that shocked you like this?
However, Eggsy continued to be like this until he returned home that afternoon and returned to Real Madrid. He seemed to have figured out some key and he immediately became full of energy.
Migliaccio: ??? What did Sir Alex Ferguson tell you???
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