In order to prevent other clubs from taking a further offensive against Icardi after receiving the news, after reaching a preliminary agreement with Moreno, they rushed back to Portsmouth overnight to prepare the necessary materials for signing. Heidward arranged for Icardi and his girlfriend Sofia to live in a beachfront apartment with its own underground parking, and no one knew that Beryllium had left, not even the Barcelona side.

Players have the right to find a home for themselves with only three months left on their contract, and the club is powerless to stop it, and it is protected by law. However, Icardi still has a contract of half a year on his body, and it is a serious breach of contract for Hydward to skip the club and contact the player directly, of course, such behavior is not uncommon all over the world, don't you see David Gill contact Margery when did he say hello to Portsmouth? If all the dynamics are reported to the old club and everything is exposed to the sun, then nothing can really be discussed.

Thankfully, the weather is beautiful, the sun is shining, and the seaside tourist city of Portsmouth looks particularly wonderful. Icardi has been asked not to leave the apartment as much as possible, and his contract Moreno is working on it at full length, negotiating the details with Tom, Portsmouth's butler, and on the other hand, he has asked his colleagues and friends at the company to negotiate a termination with Barcelona. Icardi isn't boring, of course, and in addition to the beauty of the city and the stunning sunrise and sunset, Portsmouth offers a wide range of food in the city, as well as countless books and DVDs about Pompey, all about the team's history and great moments, as well as classic matches and highlights from the last two seasons.

Hydward would also call on the phone to talk to Icardi about the future style of the team and how it would fit in, as well as the tasks for this season and plans for next season.

He has more important things to do at the same time, and often his phone is out of battery. Richards, a former young college student, has been able to take on club affairs to a certain extent after half a season, and before the start of the second half of the season, the team will organize two warm-up games, and he is coordinating this.

Of course, Hydward wasn't the only one who could use the trick of kidnapping players, and he knew it was bad if he couldn't get through the phone and text messages or reply.

Manchester United or David Gill is bound to win this deal, the player himself and Tom, one of the heads of Portsmouth's transfer, are also positive about the transfer, 11 million is not a small number, with money Portsmouth's economic crisis will be solved. But so far, three days have passed, and Pompey's army still shows no signs of letting up, and the only obstacle is Hydward! This slightly stubborn manager.

"Ferguson, you hand over Margery!!!" Kidward, on the other end of the phone, was almost threatening the United manager on the other side with a roar.

"Huh? What happened to Margery? ”

The fake can't be disguised in the fake!!

Ferguson pretended to be surprised, his tone was full of worry, but his eyes betrayed him, of course he was in his office, and Hydward couldn't see anything. Ferguson, who knew what was going on from beginning to end, glanced at the handsome and somewhat overly English man in the office, and mischievously put his fingers between his lips.

David. Beckham understood, stopped what he wanted to say, and sat quietly on the couch, reading from Spain; News from England and the United States.

However, through the phone, he can still hear a few ugly curses, which can be described as a loss of demeanor, what kind of person is on the other side of the microphone? It's like a monster that chooses people to eat.

Ferguson's ability to tell nonsense with his eyes wide open, which was brought out of his mother's womb, "Didn't the league just end not long ago?" It's rare for the players to relax and relax, it's normal to travel, you don't really need to keep an eye on them as a coach, you have to believe in their professionalism and self-discipline. Just like David Beckham, work and life are just as important, and football is not just about winning or losing... ”

Before he could finish speaking, there was a snap from there, and Hydward didn't have the heart to listen to the old fellow's endless theories, and he wanted to come up with an effective solution as soon as possible, find Margery first, and then bring him back, so that he could stay in Portsmouth and not think nonsense.

"Boss, thank you for complimenting me."

Boss, how many memories the boss pulled back from the depths of his mind, and Ferguson almost cried when he heard it. He poured a glass of water for his disciple and then happily asked, "What have you been busy with lately?" ”

David Beckham hadn't walked into the office in years since Flying Bootdoor, and they had met in some business setting, or shaking hands or greeting each other, and had never sat down to talk as quietly as they did today. Even if Ferguson sincerely apologized for this, there was no way to repair the rift between the master and apprentice.

Becky probably didn't know how happy he was to be able to re-enter here after a few years, and despite the repeated concealment, Ferguson's wrinkled face was still full of smiles.

"Victoria set up a new cosmetics company in Paris, France, and I got a foundation for early childhood cancers."

"The Foundation?" Ferguson was apparently uninterested in what Victoria was doing, but he was intrigued by Becky's new foundation.

'Is there anything that Manchester United needs to do? If you need our help, just ask. ”

Little Bemo shook his head with a smile as he shook the teacup in his hand, he wasn't here for this.

Memory is a very mysterious thing, he always erases the bad and leaves the good, after a few years, when he remembers the swearing of Ferguson in the locker room and the flying boots, the image in Xiaobei's mind has faded. What's left? It's Alan Hansen's sentence: "You can't win anything with kids", leaving behind the magical night of the Champions League, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer's return from hell, leaving behind a full moon scimitar in the brain to magnify and magnify, and then take up all the space.

"Boss, do Manchester United still have a place for me?"

After being silent for dozens of seconds, the sentence I wanted to say the most finally blurted out.

Ferguson was stunned, staring at Xiaobei, staring at this teenager who had poured so much effort into him, is there still a place? Is there still a location? Is there still a location? These five words echoed over and over again in his mind, and he almost blurted out: Of course.

When it came to his mouth, it became: "At Manchester United you may just be a substitute, David, your team... Victoria wouldn't agree. ”

"I called and asked Phil and Gary, as well as Paul, they are all ready to retire, there is no chance, this is the last year, I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don't go crazy."

Ferguson grabbed Becky's arm and his hands were shaking with excitement, "I asked David Gill to prepare, he will definitely go crazy with excitement!! ”

"Go home for dinner in the evening, Sara hasn't seen you in a long time, I'll ask him to prepare some of your favorite food."

Xiaobei noticed that the lord had a lot more white hair, and he was getting older, and there were a few more tears in his eyes.

Manchester United's kids are coming home.