"Well, I'll keep you informed." Juan shook his head and turned to the events of the week at United, downplaying his big win and Mr Smith's red card, and giving a detailed report on other aspects, such as the functioning of the club and the training of the players.

Although these should have been done by other people, the lord was troublesome, and waved his hand and said: It is okay to come to visit him, but when it comes to business, as long as Juan is alone, it is enough.

"By the way, sir, when will you be discharged from the hospital?" Juan suddenly thought about this, and although he and Smith had already made it through several league and cup rounds together, it was clear that Mr. Smith was under more pressure than anyone could have imagined.

He's a conscientious guy who works hard and works his best every day, working around the clock to develop training plans and tactical needs, and then bring them out to discuss with the entire coaching staff, and every time Juan listens, he can see the silver thread on Mr. Smith's head.

For the Red Devils' game, he looks several years older, but the scores in the last few games in the absence of the lord are not very ideal, and losses are often happening, Manchester United fans have even written songs to mock him, every time Juan can't watch it, he will come forward to help, and in the end, he will ask Juan to be on top when he is really exhausted.

In just one game, Juan felt the pressure from Mr. Smith before, and therefore admired Alex Ferguson, who had been in the dugout for 20 years.

"It's coming." Ferguson smiled, his eyes narrowed with a sinister aura. His break was unexpectedly long, so long that the British media seemed to have forgotten that United were not that easy to bully.

Although the young man in front of him didn't mention it, and the others didn't want to talk to him, he always had a channel to know what was going on outside. Especially after yesterday's win, he doesn't have to think about what the media will say about Manchester United, the youth in front of him, and Smith.

After a moment of silence, Juan couldn't help but add: "It's the game against Real Madrid in two weeks." ”

"I know." Ferguson patted him comfortingly on the shoulder, "You've worked hard for a month and a half. Juan couldn't help but relax his expression and nodded slightly.

Two days later, a piece of news directly made the entire British Peninsula look sideways - Ferguson was discharged from the hospital!

For a time, the entrance of the hospital was crowded, and the reporters surrounded the entrance of the hospital on three floors and three layers outside, and the fence blocking it was crumbling, everyone was looking forward to the appearance of the lord, and the security guards in the hospital came out to catch up two or three times to no avail.

"Please do not block the passage of the hospital, so as not to affect the treatment of patients!" After shouting two or three times, the people turned a deaf ear, and just when the security guards couldn't help but want to move directly, the entire group of reporters suddenly began to make noise, desperately reaching forward with the microphone and camera in their hands.

"Mr. Dias!!" "Would you like to say a few words, Dias?" "How is Sir Alex Ferguson doing?"

The security guard couldn't help but glance back, the dark blonde man was standing behind him, today he was wearing a beige suit, with a sapphire blue tie, and a camel-colored long coat on the outside, the whole person had an elegant and soothing extravagance, and his expression did not change in the slightest when facing the camera.

-- Or rather, he straightened his leather gloves as if he hadn't seen them. casually talking to the person beside him, the two of them walked directly to the other side, in the direction of the hospital's parking lot.

"Wait!" "Mr. Dias!" "Say a few words, please!"

The reporters were all in a hurry and rushed in their direction, and at this moment, a black car slid behind them in a low-key manner and quietly drove onto the road, and Casey in the car smiled and patted Ferguson's forearm: "Sure enough, it was very quiet and left, Juan really has a way." ”

"This kid is clever." Ferguson narrowed his eyes and smiled heartily, although he also wanted to stand in front of the camera and roar domineeringly: "Lao Tzu is back!" But Casey and Juan were right, this would be an obstacle to the treatment of other patients in front of the hospital, not to mention that Carrington's master should make such a declaration on his own turf!

In the training session that afternoon, Ferguson appeared on the pitch for a long time, and in the face of the return of the old man, everyone's first reaction was to applaud and applaud warmly. Ferguson was relieved, but he soon noticed something different.

…… This group of stinky boys applauded, why did they still burst into tears? And this is too enthusiastic, why haven't you seen them so close to him?

"Boss, you're finally back!" Cristiano, who is usually very close to him, cheered directly, and his applause was the loudest among everyone, and Ferguson finally caught someone to ask: "Stinky boy, I didn't see you usually think of me like this, let's say, what's the matter?" ”

And Cristiano is still the kind of person who usually goes to see him, and if even this kid is so happy about his return, there must be some reason!

"It's not because Juan ......" Cristiano was quick for a while, but he was immediately covered by Ferdinand and Giggs, and under the suspicious gaze of the lord, the two of them shook their heads with a dry smile: "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, sir, there's nothing." ”

"Really?" The lord asked Juan this sentence, he was walking here slowly, in order to let the lord leave in a low-key manner, Juan specially pulled the staff of Manchester United, and the two of them talked about a little gossip in the club while focusing on the firepower of the media as a target, and the pull was a serious and strict face, but the staff who were pulled almost soaked their backs in cold sweat.

This guy is really gossiping in front of the media, looking at the way those media hear a word and their eyes light up and they want to rush over, he simply doubts that if their words are really heard, those paparazzi can come up and tear them apart.

- For example, the transfer of Manchester United, or something like that.

Although Juan and he don't have any right to talk about transfers, it's nothing to talk about it a little, who knew those media could be so crazy!

Juan Ke didn't feel anything, he changed into a training uniform in the afternoon as usual to assist in training, hearing the lord ask, Juan raised his eyes and swept the players of Manchester United's first team, they all shook their heads violently and said that they didn't know anything, and Cristiano was even more wilted.

"Maybe it's because I'm a little bit harsh in training." Juan nodded at the lord, "I'm glad you're finally back." ”

The next day's game against Aston Villa, Mr. Smith was the one who was sent off in the stands, if he was still the only one in the dugout, there would definitely be negligence in the work, and the return of the lord is simply the most timely!

"I see." Ferguson nodded knowingly, "It's good to be strict, I support your approach, continue training today." ”

"Okay."

The Manchester United players listened to the very calm conversation between the old and the young, and tears flowed into a sea in their hearts.

Sir, you don't know how this man cleaned them up when you were away......