Hydward seemed to be in a good mood today, and walked into the hall of the press conference with a smile on his lips. The meeting rooms at Old Trafford are richly decorated, and countless storms of the past have been rolled up and down here. The glory of Manchester United's first idle is engraved here, George Best; Eric Cantona; Class 92 and so on......

He should have been the first to come today, and there was always half an hour, and there were a lot of publications on the shelves in the conference room that had not been published inside Manchester United, and Ward picked up a copy and flipped through it casually.

Most of the illustrations in the book are illustrated, but a black and white photo at the beginning catches the eye. In the picture, two men are being interviewed, one of them is heroic, with a striped tie, and his right hand is naturally clenched into a fist and hangs around his waist and abdomen. The other was a little more respectful, with his head slightly lowered and his hands behind his back, a young version of Ferguson. This is a photo from the 1981 UEFA Cup final, when Bobby Robson's Ipswich met Aberdeen. At that time, the more attractive coach was Sir Robson, who may not be able to compete with the current Ferguson, but the disciples he cultivated were the most troublesome opponents for the old Ferguson. One is the most successful player in the world, the alien Ronaldo, and the other is the special Mourinho.

Flipping back, the classic class of 92 was born, youth team coach Rick Harrison led the core talent of that great Manchester United team, starting from left, Ryan Giggs; Bart; David Beckham; Gary Neville; Phil Neville; Scholes and Terry Cook. The memory of Class 92 is that of the friends who played football together under the sunset on the football field, following the footsteps of the old days, the days of unparalleled happiness, playing football together and then going home from school together. Remember Alan Hansen's "You can't win anything with a bunch of kids"? The old buddy of the class of 92 turned this phrase into the biggest joke in the history of world football. Strong players will also be scared to death when they come to a real critical moment on the pitch, but these old guys are always fearless, and their partners are always the most reliable allies, this is the real Red Devils, the Red Devils that really make Hydward feel feared. Because you can't make them give up fighting and trust their partners except death, such a team can do any miracle.

Heidward thought for a while and decided not to turn back, stayed on this page, watching the TV scroll back and forth without sound, the 1999 FA Cup semi-final rematch between Manchester United and Arsenal, in extra-time, Evra's pass was tackled by Ryan Giggs in midfield, and he began a long run, all the way past Evra; Dixon; Keown and Adams then fired a powerful shot past Seaman for the greatest goal in FA Cup history. Ryan Giggs Guan Yunchang possessed, came a thousand miles to ride alone, and brought Manchester United to the final, which is an important stroke in the history of English football and an important stroke in Ferguson's red empire.

Old Trafford is everywhere with the classic goals, some of them old like this one in the conference room. Others are very close, such as Michael Owen's goal in the 96th minute of time-out against Manchester City in the restaurant, which has almost become synonymous with Ferguson time; Another example is the teenager Macheda's left-footed shackle into the far corner against Aston Villa in the box, which put United back at the top of the table, although the player's days later on were reduced to parallel and increasingly dull.

Manchester United wanted to tell the players that you played for the Red Devils and today you are proud of Manchester United; Tomorrow Manchester United will be proud of you, and everyone can create their own legend. In such an atmosphere, it is difficult for new young people not to get excited. This is more than a little bit stronger than the Chinese Super League, which is still in the early stage of the development of the league, posting big-character posters, sticking slogans and shouting slogans.

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Ten minutes later, a number of reporters came to the conference room, and they expressed their surprise that the Portsmouth coach appeared in the interview area so early. Looking at this incredibly young face, the reporters automatically made up for the nervousness of the newcomer. It's like going to take an exam, and the examiner is the principal; It's the dean of students or something.

Manchester United are different, with more reporters coming in a casual FA Cup than Portsmouth in a few Championship games combined.

The players hadn't arrived yet, and Ferguson had only arrived a few minutes early. big nose; gray hair; His face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were embarrassed and shining. The lord was obviously a little interested in Hydeward, who was sitting in the dugout but too young to speak, and nodded to him.

The pre-match press conference is in the afternoon, and the game starts tomorrow, usually when the British have afternoon tea, and many reporters bring cakes, biscuits or coffee.

Ferguson is familiar with some of the reporters who have covered him for many years, and there is no rumored disagreement, and there is no tendency to want to fight. He pointed to the cake in the reporter's hand and joked, "I didn't have such good luck with a sumptuous afternoon tea, and I'm still hungry." ”

The reporter, who also looked old, held up the food in his hand and said like a treasure: "Why don't you have some sir?" ”

Ferguson had a smile on his lips, not serious at all, "Really? ”

The reporter took a bite to himself, revealing an expression of enjoyment, "Sir, you are too fat, it is better to eat less sweets, it is good for your body." Casey won't allow it, old man, you'll have to be scolded again when you go back. ”

Casey is his wife, and the lord is a well-known good man and husband, and a world-famous wife.

Ferguson was stunned for a moment, and cursed an English proverb in his mouth, and the conference room burst into laughter.

Hydward sat on the side like a superfluous one, ignored and no one cared, and the reporter obviously wouldn't care about a new hairy kid. He's not Mourinho, chewing gum to catch everyone's eye and then making a big fuss.

Ward likes to make his own way.

He looked at the magazine he had just picked up, and fumbled for a long time before finding a water-based pen in his pocket. Hydward rubbed his face, his expression indescribably weird.

He stepped forward and, very gently or cautiously, patted Ferguson.

The lord turned his head and noticed that it was the young man just now, probably feeling that he had snubbed the away coach a little, and was ready to say a few words with him. But the next second, he heard a little trembling in the other party's tone, and said with a little respect.

"Sir, can you sign for me?"

Hydward's gesture is as if he has seen his idol for a long time, and regards the other party as an omnipotent god and a mentor in life.

Ferguson noticed his age, not as old as his son, and smiled with satisfaction. I took the water-based pen and didn't look at what the book was underneath, but signed his name "Alex Ferguson" freely, and also wrote a famous quote to show encouragement.

Hydward looked inexplicably excited, and lowered his head as if admiring, but the slightest smile on the corner of his mouth betrayed him.