In the post-match press conference, Lord Ferguson was tight-lipped about the defeat, and was reluctant to mention the performance of his players, but instead focused on Portsmouth as much as possible.

'I don't think we played well because when it was 1-0 at half-time, the players were open to the game. The Portsmouth defence was very well organised and I have to give credit for that, they defended really well. I don't have much to say about the result, but now we have our eyes on the next league and I want everyone to do their part. ”

"If I had to find one word to describe Edward's team, I would describe it as solid. They were very quick on the counter-attack and very aggressive in their movements, especially in the number 5 of Margery, which is really valuable for young players to have that awareness. He reminds me of Mr. Golden Globe Cannavaro. ”

Hearing this, Hydeward's face was already wrinkled into a "Chuan" word.

A reporter asked: "Mr. Ferguson, do you want to get such a player?" As far as I know, injuries to Nemanja Vidic and Rio Ferdinand are starting to plague such a Manchester United side. Even if Edward won a game, the reporters in the lobby didn't seem to take him very seriously, British journalists are notoriously arrogant and have a long history of disdain for people of unknown origin, as Jose Mourinho knew when he first arrived at Chelsea.

"Haha" Ferguson covered with a smile and did not respond positively, this gesture did not look like a loss at all.

The reporter just now didn't care and continued to ask his own questions.

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After listening to two more sentences, Hydward stopped paying attention to their conversation and secretly played with his phone with his head down. Life is like that sometimes, when you think you're in the limelight, nothing has changed.

Lord Fu saw the small movements of the young man around him out of the corner of his eye, cursed in his heart, and clenched his fist under the table unconsciously.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the winner of this game is the gentleman next door, don't you have any questions for him?"

The reporters present were stunned for a moment, and then turned their eyes to the other side. Hydward buried himself in the shadows, the lights in the room were not particularly bright, and his expression was not very clear. As if asleep in the face of the attention of the reporters present, Margery, who was sitting next to him, touched it lightly with his arm.

Ward woke up like a dream, his mouth cracked like a flower, "The press conference is over?" ”

The professionalism of the journalist just now was commendable: "Sir, your team is doing well. ”

Hydward's lack of interest and his expression was as lost as he was and said, "Thank you." ”

"Do you have anything to say about this game?"

“nothing to say”

The pen in the reporter's hand tightened, and he felt a hint of excitement in his hand.

"What do you think of the players?"

“nothing to say”

"Where's the referee?"

“nothing to say”

"What about Manchester United and Lord Ferguson?"

“nothing to say”

"In the next round, you will face Arsene Wenger's Arsenal, what about them?"

“nothing to say”

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He said seven or eight "nothing to say" in a row, and the press officers, players, coaches, and reporters in the venue almost all stared at Hydward with the eyes of a monster. That series of Jane dialogues was clean and sleek, in stark contrast to Ferguson's tirade.

"Thank you, Mr. Coach, for answering my question, I'm Coranche, a reporter for The Daily Telegraph, and I'm looking forward to my next visit to you."

Edward stepped down to shake hands with the middle-aged man who had been asking questions, and United's press officer saw Ferguson's eyes and announced the end of the post-match press conference.

The lord took the first step, he didn't have the time to talk to a bunch of reporters here. Assistant coach Fran was waiting outside the door, and it was a little cold, so he put a coat on the old man.

"Tell those little guys to stand on the training ground tomorrow morning and apologize to the fans!!" Ferguson roared almost viciously, like an angry lion.

He was far from as calm as he seemed, with four goals like four sharp knives stuck in United's body, and the press conference just now was like a handful of salt in the wound.

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The post-match press conference was the final curtain call for the event, and at least an hour later in Ferguson's office, there was a completely different scene.

There is a lot of tension on the field, but no matter what the score is, it's even more important to communicate with each other after the game and maintain a demeanor.

"Taste this, Casillero del Diablo," the lord said, taking out two wine glasses from his shelf, and a bottle of red wine covered in unintelligible words.

"I don't understand any of that." Hydward shook the red liquid from the glass, following the example of the TV. Then I sniffed it and took a sip, and the taste exploded on the tip of my tongue.

"This is what David Gill brought back to me from Chile, from Château Dry Dew, it's called the Red Devils, and it's a good match for my Manchester United. Coaches or presidents or managers all over Europe are used to coming to me for a drink at the end of the Old Trafford derby. ”

"Romanée Conti, the one over there is Florentino's favorite, and this unusually expensive wine costs 10,000 euros a bottle. I had a drink, and Real Madrid bought Cristiano Ronaldo from me," Ferguson said with a little helplessness, Manchester United just kept Ronaldo for a year.

Edward was interested, knowing that the wine culture is prevalent in European football, and many players and coaches are lovers of this kind of thing. Like Pirlo, who came from a wealthy family, he opened a winery and founded a red wine brand on his own.

Ward didn't know or like it, but that didn't stop him from listening to the story, and Ferguson's life story and his knowledge of English football made him a great person to talk to.

"As for the one over there, you seem to have put him alone."

The lord took a look at it, then took a piece of cloth and wiped it very carefully. There is no dust on this bottle at all, and the owner looks precious to it.

"It's José's gift. He had just arrived at Chelsea from Porto and I gave him a drink. The second time we met, he brought this, Barca-Velha. ”

Ward deliberately googled it, this bottle of wine is a beef fork red wine produced by Casa Ferreirinha, the top winery in Portugal, and Mourinho seems to be a particular person. Ferguson introduced his red wine and gushed endlessly, thinking that he had told people many times.

This small office at Old Trafford has witnessed the passage of countless years in the UK, and that heavy sense of history is more of a glory than the hard work of the old man. Edward is still an ant-like figure, trying to make his mark on the torrent of world football.

The lord obviously wouldn't let him come for nothing, which was obviously sorry for his knighthood.

"Pick a bottle and take it away, young man." Ferguson pointed to the middle floor of the shelf, which was the area to choose from, obviously Romanée Conti was impossible, that thing was worth a Cristiano Ronaldo.

Hydward took a fancy to the bottle that looked like it was the newest inside, and he didn't know the brand, so he chose it at random. The elders don't dare to resign, why not do it if they touch the light of Lord Fu.

"A top dry red from the Tuscan Tina winery in Italy, Tignanello. The Russian tycoon Abramovich gave me a box, and the one you picked was one of the only three bottles left. ”

Heidward said goodbye to Ferguson, who would not be able to stay long after all, Pierce was still in United's laboratory to check on injuries.

The lord stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Young man, I'm waiting for you in the Premier League." ”