It was quiet in the United dressing room and no one dared to make a noise because they knew the boss was unhappy today.

"I don't think I need to tell you about the glory days of Manchester United."

'In the first 15 minutes of the second half, we had to go first, and then we had to look at the situation and I knew the Everton guys were not easy to play against.

"But we're Manchester United."

"And that Chinese ghost, you pay attention to me, if he gets the ball in the midfield, be cruel to him."

"Yes, Boss."

After Ferguson's training, he didn't talk about tactics, and what was needed in the second half was to score goals, not to stabilize the formation.

Ferguson believes that a good attack is often a flash of inspiration from a midfielder, rather than a tactical one.

Brown had a pair of clean panties in his hand, and he was nervous and embarrassed to the extreme.

But in order to become popular, he can only do this.

He is no longer young, and if he continues to perform like this, then he will definitely be swept away by Ferguson.

Ferdinand drank as he turned his head suddenly.

Burst!!

It was all sprayed in Carrick's face.

"Leo, are you looking for death?"

Ferdinand gestured.

"Hahaha."

Carrick looked in the direction of Ferdinand's finger.

Burst.

Burst.

Burst.

There was a flurry of pops and pops in the United dressing room.

A few of them were already laughing on the ground.

"Wes, are you crazy?"

Brown gave them a cold look and snorted coldly.

"Laugh! I'm going to be popular soon, you stupid people. ”

Brown kept turning his panties, and the words came out of his mouth.

Ferguson had just left the dressing room for two minutes when he came back and heard through the door that it was like Christmas.

"What's wrong? Could it be that something good happened? ”

For example, Everton was penalized by the FA?

But the old man's mind was a little YY.

He pushed the door open and entered.

Ferguson was thundered.

Rio Ferdinand rolled on the ground, Carrick pressed on top of him, and the rest of the players were staggering.

The one who dumbfounded Ferguson the most was Brown.

"That's ...... Panties? ”

"What the hell is this guy doing!!"

Ferguson walked up to Brown in three steps and two steps.

"What are you doing?"

"Boss, this is the panty transfer method."

“……”

Burst.

Ferdinand laughed again.

And Ferguson couldn't laugh.

"Wes, don't you want to mess around at Manchester United?"

"Boss, I'm here to play football."

"I order you to stop this ...... immediately"

"Panty Transit Method."

As soon as Ferguson heard these words, he became furious.

"Get me back to normal right away, and you, don't laugh."

Ferguson wondered, Brown was a little bit of a kid, but he wouldn't do such a thing.

"Wes, you honestly, who told you that."

Brown looked embarrassed and just didn't say anything.

"Don't say yes?"

"Nani warms up, you go up in the second half, replace Wes."

Brown is stupid, this transfer method didn't make him popular, but he was going to be replaced, didn't it work? Tang Zhenglong fooled him?

"Wes, I'll give you one last chance."

"It was Tang Zhenglong who told me."

Brown is like pouring beans, 1510 said.

When Ferdinand heard this, he laughed again, he had already laughed three times.

Ferguson is completely on fire, and Tang Zhenglong is a bastard, not only causing him to be sent to the stands, but also playing his own players like fools.

Out of the visiting dressing room, Ferguson walked to Everton's dressing room in a rage.

Knock knock.

Moyes opened the door.

David Moyes and Alex Ferguson are fellow Scottish veterans, and Ferguson is a big senior of all Scottish coaches.

"Sir."

"Where's Tang Zhenglong?"

"Tang Zhenglong?"

"What are you looking for him?"

"Let him come out for a moment."

Moyes looked at Ferguson's angry look and thought it might not be a good thing.

"Sir, did Tang Zhenglong provoke you somewhere?"

Ferguson suppressed his temper.

"David, with my status, it is impossible to embarrass him, I just want to talk to him about something."

"David, you just say, do you give this face?"

Moyes didn't want to offend Ferguson, and after thinking about it, Tang Zhenglong was solid enough, and there should be no problem when he came back alive.

*****

"What!"

"What!"

Ferguson threw Tang Zhenglong into the toilet and closed the door.

"Sir, you can't do this."

Tang Zhenglong looked bitter.

Ferguson said angrily: "Why did you lie to Wes? ”

"Weiss?"

Ferguson gestured, "That's what XX transfer method." ”

Tang Zhenglong put on a suddenly cheerful expression.

"Panty Transit Method."

Ferguson was dumbfounded, why was such an obscene thing so justified when it came out of Tang Zhenglong's mouth.

Ferguson trembled with anger.

"Sir, it's not that I lied to him, this is very smart, I am so popular, this is the wisdom of the East, if not, you can try, maybe Manchester United can win the Champions League."

Ferguson was furious, and the bastard not only fooled his own players, but also allowed himself to try.

Ferguson rarely gets his hands dirty unless he's really angry.

I saw Ferguson fly up.

Tang Zhenglong's eyes were quick and he dodged sideways.

"Sir, I can sue you if you are like this."

"You go and sue it."

The Scots were all short-tempered, Ferguson was a tough guy with Keane, and the two men scuffled together in the end.

Tang Zhenglong locked Ferguson's neck with his scissor legs, and the latter also wrapped his arms around Tang Zhenglong's torso.

"Let go, old Scottish man."

"You let go first."

"You go first."

"You go first."

"What are you doing?"

Tang Zhenglong and Ferguson looked up and saw that it was a middle-aged black aunt with a mop, apparently a cleaner.

In an instant, Tang Zhenglong and Ferguson got up, as if nothing had happened, if this was spread out, then Mars would hit the earth.

"We're ......"

Ferguson is not good at lying, and he was speechless for a while, and he glanced at Tang Zhenglong.

"We're practicing yoga."

Ferguson Khan died, this guy lied and came with his mouth open.

Black aunts will be skeptical.

Tang Zhenglong continued: "If you say half a word about what happened just now, I will send you back to Africa. ”

The black aunt was scared.

"I won't say that."

"Our yoga poses are copyrighted, and I want you to swear that you won't learn our moves."

"I swear, I won't learn your moves."

"Alright."

Out of the bathroom, Ferguson popped.

"How did you come up with that? Yoga poses, and copyright? ”

"Isn't it possible for us to say that we are talking about love?"

Ferguson flew up and kicked, "Bastard." ”

Tang Zhenglong followed Ferguson to Manchester United's dressing room to apologize, and the matter was over.

Moyes was very happy to see Tang Zhenglong come back alive.

"I'm right, Tang Zhenglong's free-range breeding is also safe."