"Okay, you're a great kid! Another head coach is down! Terrible! Terrible! It's a coach killer! When they first met, Allardyce teased Wen Sheng with a smile.

Take out the weakened Sunderland, the Premier League is temporarily suspended, and the national team break is here again!

Last month, he said that he would invite the lord to come out and sit, but he didn't keep busy, and Wen Sheng didn't get a chance to breathe until now.

In terms of the early arrangement, the lord was also quite face-saving, so there was a small gathering that night, and there were not many people, only Ferguson, Allardyce and Wen Sheng.

"Sunderland is a bad pen! It's long overdue to let that Italian fuck off! Ferguson sat down.

"Sir, that's right! I'm a! Look at what they say on the news all day long, "coach killers"! Please, I'm ashamed! Wen Sheng spread out his hands and shouted.

Sunderland is really sick, it's November now, Sunderland's results are so bad, Di Canio can still hold on there, he should have gotten out a long time ago, a normal team would give him so much time?! He's not Ferguson's son!

"Haha, whoever let you just fight with him, people will get out of class, you are not wronged by this name! Tell me how many coaches you've got?! "Allardyce couldn't be happier, the birdman must have said pretty well by now.

"Seriously, this pot has to be carried by Jazz!" Wen Sheng looked at the jazz who was listening to the story and smiled.

"What's wrong with me?!" The lord was even happier.

"Roy. Is Keane your disciple?! ”

At the mention of this name, the lord's face darkened, and Allardyce's smiling face froze, who doesn't know Roy. Keane and the master and apprentice have not reconciled until now, and they have been making trouble.

Aren't you going to open a pot and mention a pot?!

"Don't be angry! Sir! He's not a good thing! According to us Chinese, this is a guy who deceives teachers and destroys ancestors! He went to Sunderland and gave Sunderland a very bad start! ”

"What do you mean by that?!" Allardyce was a little interested.

"He went to Sunderland, the level is not good, and he also brought in a lot of cats and dogs from Manchester United! Sunderland have been picking up Manchester United's players every year since he started, and what has been the result?! High salary and low ability, I have no problem with this review, right?! Count it out, Big Sam, do you think the lord should take the blame for the current situation in Sunderland?! "Wen Sheng is talking nonsense.

Allardyce thought that the lord would be thunderous and angry, Nima, what is this called, this also counts on my head, and what are you talking about cats and dogs?!

But the lord didn't, the lord smiled faintly, "I'm not the head coach of Manchester United now, I'm a retired old man, you kid is still bullied!" I used to know that there was no lower limit for this kid of you, and now it hasn't changed, there is still no lower limit! ”

"Hey, just kidding! If they really want to say death, then they are also doing their own death! Wen Sheng immediately laughed.

But what Wen Sheng said is somewhat reasonable, Ferguson and Keane don't deal with everyone knows, but but, who will give money can't get by, of course, Manchester United needs to purge some players, Keane is stupid to hold stinky feet, the lord has no reason not to let go, and the fool will not let go.

Against Manchester City at the weekend, Manchester Link were Sunderland's main players, with Brown, O'Shea and Badsley all from Manchester United, and none of them were presentable, at least this season they must have made Di Canio miserable.

"The crooked reasoning I just said, don't put it in your autobiography, I won't admit it!" Wen Sheng remembered that the lord was engaged in an autobiography, and hurriedly added words.

Ferguson laughed, "How the do you dare to admit it?!" I'm telling you, I've written it down! ”

"He just said that Sunderland would die on his own! This sentence has to be written! Allardyce heckled.

After a couple of laughs, the three of them turned the conversation back to horses.

Ferguson likes horses very much, not to mention his black history, and he had a lot of trouble with a certain shareholder of Manchester United over the matter of horses.

Now that the old man is retired, he naturally has more energy to focus on the horses.

Wen Sheng slandered in his heart, no wonder you and Owen can get together.

Owen is also known for his love of horses and his love of gambling!

Talking about horses, the old man was in a very high spirit, and at dinner he was there to talk about the horse scriptures, and at the end of the party, he invited Wensheng and Allardyce to watch tomorrow's horse race, and his beloved horse Levante would play.

Wen Sheng thought that there was no arrangement for the next day, so he just took Cheryl and Lydia to breathe together, and happily agreed, Allardyce is not a problem, he is just a fart!

The next morning, after a lazy sleep, Wen Sheng's family was driven by bodyguards to the racecourse that Ferguson said.

There weren't many people at the racecourse, and Wen Sheng easily found Ferguson and Allardyce.

"Sir, which horse is yours?!" Wen Sheng took his family to ask the lord and Allardyce, and hurriedly asked curiously.

Ferguson pointed to the field, "Look, No. 6!" When the game is over, I'll take you to see it! ”

"Is the knight appointed at random?!" Wen Sheng asked again, he is completely a great hammer when it comes to horse racing, and it is certainly impossible for Ferguson to race by himself at his age.

"Of course not! Jacob is a rider that the Lord paid a lot of money for! A very good rider! Allardyce explained to Wen Sheng's mallet.

Cheryl blushed, she knew that she would make up for her husband's knowledge before she came, this question was embarrassing.

Wen Sheng slandered in his heart again, what is this called, spend a lot of money to raise a horse, don't ride it yourself, let the rider ride, and then go to the race!

Isn't that interesting?!

Either way, Ferguson found it interesting!

When the game started, Ferguson couldn't sit still in the stands, and just stood up and stared at his horse intently!

And then......

Jacob rode the gray-white horse to cross the finish line first and take first place.

Ferguson raised his fist and smiled, then applauded his beloved horse, "See! Levante is amazing! ”

Wen Sheng and Allardyce of course complimented each other, and Ferguson's mood was almost flying.

"Just one first, the lord is so happy?!" While Ferguson was still standing there interacting with Jacob on the field, Wen Sheng asked Allardyce in a low voice.

Allardyce was rather speechless, "Fool! There's a bonus! You don't even know about betting on horses, do you?! ”

No wonder this old boy is so happy, it turns out that he has money to take, anyway, this will add to the excitement of the game!

Wen Sheng's family finally saw Levante up close, to be honest, this horse is tall and tall, but his appearance is too unattractive, the hair all over his body is impure, white and black, and he looks gray from a distance, and he thinks that his body is not clean.

Since it was the first time, Wen Sheng didn't waste time, Ferguson is also very good at being a teacher, explaining all kinds of interesting things about raising horses to Wen Sheng, and encouraging Wen Sheng to raise a horse too, anyway, he knows that Wen Sheng is not bad for money, and raising horses is not something that ordinary people can afford.

In this regard, Wen Sheng is not interested, just listen to it happily, forget it if you really go to play!