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Manchester, early in the morning.

Ferguson sat in his office, his coffee cold in his hand, but he still refused to take his eyes off a newspaper in front of him.

I don't know how long it took, as if the biological clock had triggered an electric shock, and before the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall had struck, he had already raised his head and glanced at the hidden door.

There was a faint sound of footsteps, fast and chaotic.

After a while, the door was slammed open.

"Good news, great news!" Like a newsboy, Kidd rushed in with jargon in his mouth and professional symbols in his hands.

"Oh, you're so happy along the way, aren't you?" Ferguson rarely objected, leaned back, and shook twice in his chair.

Didn't laugh though.

"You're not smiling?" Kidd was bold and tentative, and the excitement in his voice was half gone.

"What's so funny?" Ferguson was still flat, his right hand stretched out, and after two taps on the table, he continued: "It's a good thing at the moment, but what about in the long run? ”

"Long-term?" Kidd, who was obviously still a little emotional, walked two quick steps to the old man's side, his eyes fixed on the headline of the newspaper on the table, and read angrily: "Angel or Devil? Mo easily broke his teammate's arm in the locker room, and the cause was just a verbal altercation! 》”

"yes, long-term." Ferguson didn't mean to explain, just shook his head slightly.

Such an incident is enough to ruin his professional image! No matter what the Arsenal team handles next, his life in this team will not be easy! Kidd really felt that he had won this time, so the more he said, the more bold he became, "Your views have always been the object of my admiration, but I will also express my own opinion on what to say this time!" ”

"Oh?" Ferguson became interested, and propped up the chair handle with both hands. Sit up straighter, "Tell me about it." ”

"Because the victim in the incident is Anelka, you don't need me to say what it means, right?" Kidd spoke and gestured, like an orchestra conductor, and he was there with confidence.

"Hmm. Not bad, good opponent. Ferguson nodded, smiling.

"The two of them have been compared by the media, in all aspects, everything. So there is no need to deliberately emphasize, everyone will think of the reason in the first place! "Kidd has never tried to hold his head up and hold his chest high in front of this man before, and he only feels happy at this time.

"Yes, Anelka is a thorn, but his performance from a while ago is there. No striker can guarantee that he can do better. Ferguson continued to nod his head, his tone unmistakable.

"Well, in this case, not only will the rumors of discord in the locker room be fully confirmed, but the guy who throws his fist at the slightest discord will not have a chance to turn over, right?" Kidd's not-so-sharp instincts came into play, and he hesitated a little at first, but as he spoke. He was infected by his own voice, so he continued to speak in an accentuated tone.

"Maybe on a competitive level. Guys with this kind of personality can please some people, but they are Arsenal! ”

"They are artistic, they are perfect footballers, from players to coaches, from clubs to fans, they are a bunch of utopian seekers who are obsessed with beautiful fantasies!"

"Such a rude act. It will definitely destroy the good image he has just built up at Arsenal in an instant, you just have to wait and see, the various comments that follow! ”

After saying it in one go, Kidd was desperately thirsty, but he was still a little relieved. So he stood still.

Ferguson sat down in his chair and shook his body with great interest, and after a long while, he slowly spoke: "Yes, with you at the moment, that's pretty good." ”

Kidd scratched his head vigorously, his eyes confused.

Is this a certainty?

"I asked you to be my first assistant, I took a fancy to your courage, I was a little disappointed before, and today is good." Ferguson smiled and got up and patted him on the shoulder.

Before leaving, he casually threw a sentence down.

"If my guess is correct, the news should have been released by Anelka's agent."

Kidd was completely stunned.

Thousands of calculations, but the most important motivation issue is missed, and this performance is undoubtedly unqualified. But judging from Ferguson's last attitude, it seems that he has inadvertently accomplished something that he can't even imagine.

The flip between gains and losses is too great, and he really feels that the world is too impermanent.

At the same time, London.

Pat Rice carefully pushed the door open and closed it carefully. The heating in the room was turned on sufficiently, but when he saw the look on that familiar face that he hadn't seen for a long time, he suddenly felt a cold air drilling up from the soles of his feet.

The brows twisted into pimples, the sunken eye sockets, the furrows on the thin cheeks have more than two, and the mouth is tightly pursed, as if as soon as he opens his mouth, there will be an uncontrollable sigh that slips out.

"Actually, it's not a bad thing to think about it from another angle, he's too young to learn a lesson." Pat Rice tried to keep his voice as casual as possible, but after saying that, he felt weak.

"yes, if it were someone else, maybe." Wenger looked up at his assistant, and the anger in his voice began to be uncontrollable, "But he did it on purpose!" Deliberately, Pat! ”

"Even if it was intentional, you probably wouldn't have thought of such a consequence, right?" Pat Rice did not give up his efforts and wanted to continue to say something when the phone in his pocket rang.

Wenger's growing anger ran out, so he picked up the phone as well, but there was no answer after he dialed.

"Didn't anyone answer?" Pat Rice hung up and couldn't help but frown.

"It's not a bad thing that you can't even find him." Wenger's face became colder and his breathing became heavier, "Let him taste what it is like to make a mistake and affect others, it will be more helpful to form a deep impression!" ”

"The FA has said it will intervene appropriately, you mean?" Pat Rice sighed inwardly, the familiar smile coming to mind.

Squinting eyes and smiling guys, do you know that you have caused a big disaster?

"I've already been fined and suspended, what else do I want to do, hold a hearing?" Arsene Wenger interrupted his assistant's recollection in a gruff voice. Knocked the newspaper on the table, "Here, how to solve it!" ”

"There is only time to dilute everything, and I think that when any justification is useless, silence is the best way to deal with it." Pat Rice shook his head with a wry smile. Spreading his hands, he asked, "The players' emotions will definitely be affected a lot, do you want to hold a meeting specifically for this matter?" ”

"Okay, you can arrange the time. Also, I don't want to see them get excited or discouraged by this kind of thing, that's not the attitude of a professional footballer! Wenger's fading anger tended to ignite again, and he stood up and walked out the door without looking back.

"Nikola's transfer ......" Pat Rice chased two steps and stopped talking.

"Can't he stop for a while?" Wingerton stopped. A look of impatience.

"Will Real Madrid temporarily lower prices?" Pat Rice asked in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Arsene Wenger apparently realized the meaning of his assistant's words, and his eyes widened.

"Could it be that because they made an agreement privately, they stabbed the news to the media so unscrupulously?" Pat Rice looked around and lowered his voice.

There were already staff members around the two, but Wenger raised his voice as if he ignored it, "It's not a big deal, if you want to take advantage of it, you will suffer a big loss after all!" ”

Hearing this, Pat Rice couldn't help but complain in his heart.

It's a million pounds at a turn. Is it a small bargain?

As if sensing his assistant's thoughts, Wenger shook his head. "The immediate interests are too important, where is the mind to focus on the present and the future?"

"Yes, yes, that's what you said."

Pat Rice casually responded and walked out, and after a while. The oncoming guy made his face look ugly.

Petit!

What does this guy want to do?

“...... Here's my transfer request. ”

After a brief greeting, Petit gets straight to the point.

As soon as the words came out, Pat Rice and Wenger looked ugly at the same time.

It's clear that this guy in front of him is here to mend the knife!

But even if they understood what this guy was trying to do, they couldn't dissuade him.

"When life is at risk. I can't guarantee my fitness. ”

Such an answer was so normal that the two of them were silent at the same time after glancing at each other.

Petit obviously understands the principle of accepting it when it is good, and after the transfer application was handed to the head coach, he said hello and left.

Arsene Wenger turned and walked briskly back to his office, spreading out the paper in his hand and reading it word by word.

"What are your plans?" Pat Rice waited for a long time and didn't wait for an answer, so he had to ask.

"He's trying to blackmail me?" Wenger was angry enough, it was okay not to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but explode, "He doesn't want to think about it, leaving Arsenal's tactical system, what is his personal ability!" What kind of team Barcelona is can't just look at the appearance, La Liga is completely different from the Premier League, why does he think he can break through? ”

"What are your plans?" Pat Rice obviously didn't see it for the first time, and couldn't help but ask again as he listened.

"Forgive me, I don't have time to pay attention to him!" Arsene Wenger threw the transfer application into the drawer, and his anger did not subside, "They are all masters of the wind and rudder, Pat, you are right, you can take this opportunity to see who is absent!" ”

"The Christmas schedule is about to start soon, and you're still ......"

Pat Rice was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Tins-Lehmann's transfer is as fast as possible, and the commitment of the person involved sometimes doesn't make much difference!"

At home, before lunch.

Although You Mo didn't say goodbye, he was in a hurry enough, and the family felt something strange, so the topic of this morning never left him.

It wasn't until noon that Jiang Xiaolan, who had nothing to do, turned on the computer and found that things more worthy of discussion had been ignored by everyone.

"From an angel to a demon, from a hero who saves people to a murderer who hurts people, the transformation of MO is a pity and a pity!"

"Less than five months after joining the team, Arsenal's dressing room is facing a violent shock!"

"Anelka is out for two to three weeks due to injury, why is the Oriental teenager so ruthless?"

"It is reported that the cause of the injury incident has already been planted, and there will be strong news in the future!"

Jiang Xiaolan's little heart allowed her to read the comments one by one, and after reading it for a while, she lay down on the sofa dizzily. Wang Yao saw it clearly from the side, and after helping her lie down, she asked worriedly for a while, and finally got a fairly down-to-earth answer.

"It's okay, I trust Momo."

Compared with her, Wang Dan's reaction was much more intense.

As a reporter, the angle of reading peer reports is naturally different from that of ordinary readers, and what Ferguson saw at a glance was also analyzed by her for the first time, which was a reassuring pill for the family.

It is clear that when it comes to Anelka's transfer, Arsenal now has no choice but to sell. Even if Wenger wanted to sell it for a good price, he couldn't stand the pressure of public opinion.

After all, this is just professional football, and it is not a real battlefield, so there is really no reason for the parties to continue to stay with psychological shadows.

However, even if Anelka's transfer goes smoothly, the situation facing Yumo will not be much better.

You must know that a large number of local players in England still regard him as an outsider, and as soon as this incident is exposed, they will also take chicken feathers as arrows and wear colored glasses to look at people.

"What should I do, I can't think about it." Wang Dan was stimulated by the vitriol in the comments, and he didn't eat a few bites of rice.

"You can't hide from what should come, instead of being angry and unable to eat, it's better to throw them aside, what should you do." Wang Jiujing is obviously also the master who has experienced the era of humiliation, and his expression is quite open-minded at the moment.

"Yes, since Momo did it on purpose, it is impossible to think that this matter will be concealed forever." Zhou Xiaofeng glanced at his in-laws in a little surprise, nodded and said, "At present, there is really nothing that can be done, so it is better to stand still." ”

"These media all seem to have Alzheimer's, what is Anelka, have they forgotten?" Zhang Nan rolled up his sleeves and put it up.

"The media is like that, consciously or unconsciously, ignoring some content and deliberately amplifying others to create a stark contrast to attract people's attention." Wang Yao is actually also a person in the circle, and the head of the analysis at the moment is Dao, "They are actually not bent on looking forward to who is good and who is bad, and even in their hearts, the standard of measuring right and wrong can be changed at any time." So don't take this kind of thing seriously with them, otherwise it's easy to get angry without playing. ”

After saying that, he still felt that it was not enough, and added, "Just like those vultures that smell blood, I am afraid that the world will not be chaotic and the wounds will not be deep!" ”

"What about after that, is there any way to save Momo's image?" Jiang Xiaolan's mood improved slightly, but she was still full of worries.

"Redemption?" Zhou Xiaofeng asked rhetorically in a shake of his head and sigh, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Why redeem it? What did Momo do wrong? The truth of the matter has not been revealed, who provoked first, who did it first, they didn't figure it out! ”

"For these guys who have milk and are mothers, only real strength can convince them!" (To be continued.) )