Cheshire, Ferguson's home.

Lee George and Ferguson are playing chess in Ferguson's study.

"Eat, your horse is gone, old man."

"Wait, when was your elephant there?" Little did Ferguson expect his horse to be eaten by George Lee's elephant.

"It's always been there, you don't see it." After George Lee finished moving the chess pieces, he grabbed a piece of French fries and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ferguson was ready to pick up his queen pawn, but after thinking about it for a long time, he put it down again.

When he saw George Li eating French fries, he couldn't help frowning.

"Can you stop eating this, and touch my chess with your oiled hands when you're done."

Who knew that George Li not only did not stop, but also pouted his hand.

After seeing Ferguson finish moving his king's piece, he directly used the hand he had just finished to push his own rook forward two squares.

"Don't go overboard, boy."

Ferguson pushed the pieces on the board and pretended to be angry.

George Li chuckled, he knew that Ferguson had lost this game, so he found this reason to deliberately mess up the chessboard.

"Are you still coming?" George Lee grabbed another fried fish and took a bite.

"Knock Knock"

"Enter."

Ferguson's wife, Cathy, walked in with a plate.

George Li hurriedly stuffed the fried fish into his mouth, then got up and stepped forward to take the plate.

"I made a Scottish egg, George, you can taste it, how does it taste."

"Madame, you are so polite."

"At night, you must not have eaten enough."

"It's okay, it's okay."

George Li could only laugh, because he really didn't eat much for dinner, but because of Ferguson's face, he couldn't say it.

"I know, Alex took you to eat that, how could you possibly want to eat that."

This time, George Lee didn't answer, but looked at Ferguson.

Cathy glanced at the two men and continued.

"Only he would want to eat it, I'm Scotsman myself, but I don't like to eat that, it's too tasty."

After the Manchester United home game against Leeds United, Ferguson took George Lee to dinner, which the two agreed before the game, and George Lee asked assistant coach Brian Kidd to lead the team back to Leeds City first, and he went to the appointment first.

And the dinner that Ferguson invited George Lee to eat, the main dish was the one known as Scotland's "national dish", Haggis.

Haggis is one of Scotland's most famous delicacies, and it's a great flavour. However, people who eat haggis for the first time tend to suffer from nausea after learning how to make it — haggis is made from the internal organs of sheep.

George Lee was once taken by Alex Ferguson to eat this when he was at Manchester United.

George Lee was only in his early 10s at the time, but he showed great football talent and was deeply loved by Alex Ferguson. When Ferguson was in coaching meetings, he often asked George Lee to take notes for him.

Ferguson was also not afraid that Lee would go out and leak it after knowing Manchester United's tactics.

Because Ferguson and Lee George's father, Lee Jim are good friends, they met at the racetrack, and then became friends because of their shared hobbies.

This is also the reason why George Lee is a native of Yorkshire, but he went to Manchester United's academy.

"Thank you."

George Lee took Mrs. Ferguson's Scottish eggs, but did not eat them immediately, but put the plate on the table beside him.

Ferguson's wife, Cathy, picked up the drawer on the table, pulled out two and handed them to George Lee.

"There's something on the mouth."

George Li took the paper and wiped his mouth, it was the bread crumbs from the fried fish just now.

"I remember when you were a kid, you didn't like fried fish."

Cathy asked again.

"I ......"

Without waiting for George Lee to return, Ferguson interrupted the two.

"Alright, Cathy, you go and rest first, it's not too early." Ferguson nudged Cathy gently, "It's not too early, George and I still have something to talk about." ”

"Goodbye, George." Cathy was ready to come out.

Halfway through, he turned back and said.

"If I wake up tomorrow morning and find that you two have drunk too much here, I'll take a picture of you two when you're drunk and send it to The Sun."

"Good night, Cathy."

Lee George and Cathy say goodbye.

Ferguson dropped Cathy to the door of the study, returned to the table, and sat down.

George Lee picked up the whiskey on the side and poured a little into Ferguson's glass, which was already empty.

"A little more." Seeing that George Lee was just pouring a little bit, Ferguson seemed a little dissatisfied.

"Enough, when you're older, drink a little less." George Lee didn't follow him and put the bottle down.

Ferguson picked up the glass and drank the whisky inside.

George Lee looked at him, not ready to pour him another thought.

"Your Dutch striker, good." Ferguson said.

After dinner and a chess game, the two of them finally started talking about football and returned to their jobs.

"Don't you have a Dutch striker, much better than me, but he didn't play today, and I heard he could come back for the next game, right?"

"That's right, for the sake of you being my disciple, I didn't let him play, otherwise I would be so embarrassed today?"

"Come on, I'll believe it?"

"Ruud van Nistelrooy may be leaving this summer, is your Dutch striker for sale?"

"Old man, is that interesting?"

"Hey~" Ferguson smiled, picked up the wine glass and was about to take another sip, only to find that there was no wine in the glass.

George Lee got up, went to the bookcase and found a small cabinet with a small wine cabinet inside, and he turned to Ferguson and smiled.

Ferguson smiled at Lee.

George Li took two glances at the wine and took a bottle of wine out.

"Or is it like this, after all these years, Cathy didn't find out that you have wine here?"

"She knows, but she won't say anything, she must often take advantage of my absence to see if there are a few bottles of wine here all at once."

"It's better to drink less." George Li opened the wine with the corkscrew, took two more wine glasses, poured two glasses and returned to the table.

A glass was handed to Ferguson, and the two touched it gently.

"Drink this, get healthy."

Ferguson took a sip and spoke to George Lee again.

"It's not that Brown won't sell to you, it's true that my own defence is understaffed, and today you saw it, what is at the back of Manchester United now, even you Leeds United can score two goals for me, if it wasn't for the penalty, it would have been three."

"Hey, you scold your team for not being angry, don't bring me."

"Hey, kid. You're now hardened and dare to argue with me. ”

"Before I came, I was thinking that I could just get points, and it was away again."

"Ruud van Nistelrooy, Wayne Rooney, Keane, Ferdinand are all gone, and I'm left with Scholes in the central axis."

"So, when I saw your line-up, the situation on the court, I thought, I'm going to take the three points. But in the end, you saw it, almost. ”

"You kid, your team has pressed me for the whole game, and the few people in front of you are just staring at my defenders, my midfielders, and my attacks can't be well organized."

"Isn't it what you're best at?"

", defense can be defended for a lifetime, can it be defended against champions?"

"I just don't concede the ball and then I fight back and play 1-0, no. It's really not good, 0-0, I just can't lose it. ”

"You're talking about the Portuguese in London."

"1 to 0, 1 to 0, 2 to 0, 2 to 1. After winning all 4 rounds, he conceded a goal, and I have to admire him. There are indeed two hits. ”

"Boy, I can see that in the next few seasons, his Chelsea, your Leeds United are going to have things in the Premier League, they have to go sideways in the league."

Although he was praised by Ferguson, George Lee always felt weird.

Ferguson sighed and spoke again.

"Last season, when you were acting manager of Leeds United, I was thinking that if you could do a few years at Leeds United, you wouldn't have to achieve anything, as long as you didn't relegate and keep your place.

"Wait a few years, and when I retire, I want the board of directors to suggest that you take over my shift."

"Actually, Leeds United is a team that allows you to bring it very well, you don't have to pursue the top of the league, and the cost is still in relegation, which is not a problem. It's perfectly possible to transition to your coming to Manchester United. ”

"Result, result ......"

"Jim, this old boy, he bought Leeds United, he bought a team to make you manager."

"When I heard the news, I hated going to the racetrack next time I had my hair dryer stomp him to death." The hair dryer is a horse, the Ferguson racehorse.

Ferguson was furious when he mentioned it.

My face was red, like the pattern of turning on a hair dryer during a race.

George Li couldn't help but smile when he saw his former mentor like this. Although the old man is old, he is still like a child sometimes.

George Li took out a notebook from his bag, and the notebook had a sense of age.

"What is this?" Ferguson seemed to have something in mind.

"That's right, after that car accident, I couldn't be a footballer at all. When you come to see me, you give me a notebook, which is your decades of coaching experience. ”

"What, you thought that if you drew with me today, you won't need it, and you'll start to look down on me?"

"I can't say that, I've been watching it for a few years, and it's really helped me a lot, and I'm giving him back to you today because I wrote a little bit of what I've written in the past few years in the back and want to show you."

George Lee is very much like a child handing in his homework, waiting for the teacher's correction.

Instead of flipping through it, Ferguson pushed the notebook aside.

"After that guy left, the right side has always been a problem, the team is old and weak now, and I am thinking about changing the way I play."

"So, you're willing to let Fanny go?"

"He's going to leave sooner or later, and I'm going to shift the attacking core from him to Wayne and Cristiano."

"You need a striker who can serve both of their youngsters, right?"

"Yes, any recommendations?"

"Yes, Chelsea's Drogba, you go and ask what the price is."

"When I didn't ask."

George Lee respects Alex Ferguson, but it's impossible to recommend players to him, after all, the two teams are rivals in the Premier League.

Ferguson began to speak again.

"It's not just me who wants to exchange blood, the Frenchman is also changing blood."

"You can see that he's been using the La Masia kid a lot this season. It is estimated that he wants to start the blood exchange from the midfield first. ”

"He likes to use young people, and those over 30 years old only sign for one year, I don't know what I'm thinking?"

"Why don't you buy Vieira in the summer?"

"I dare to buy it, does he dare to sell it."

"Hey, I know." George Lee smiled.

"Seriously, George. You're my proudest disciple, and although you can't be a player, you can definitely become a successful coach like me. ”

"Old man, you've drunk too much."

Ferguson suddenly began to sensationalize, making George Lee feel that he had drunk too much.

"I didn't drink much, George. With this opportunity, Manchester United and Arsenal are trading blood, and if you win against Chelsea, you can be like Clough. ”

'Old man, you said there would be a few more teams like Chelsea in the Premier League in the next few years. When the time comes, will you and Arsene Wenger find themselves in a team that has worked so hard to complete the blood change, compared to the team that people have directly piled up a lot of money. ”

"What......" Ferguson was shocked by Lee's words and broke out in a cold sweat, and the wine woke up instantly.

"Old man, if one day, you have fought for a lifetime of fame and you can't attract the players you want, they will go to another team because they are offered higher salaries. There will be people who are richer than the Russian oil boss to buy other Premier League teams, the Middle East, the United States, ZG, what to do then? ”

Ferguson did not speak.

The two of them sat there quietly for half an hour, and neither of them spoke.

Until George Lee's phone rang, Lee glanced at it, it was a text message, ready to get up.

"Old man, it's getting late, you should rest early, I'm leaving, I'm going back."

"Why don't you stay overnight, it's so late, how do you go back?"

"When Chris got back to Leeds, he drove over and picked me up."

"Chris, Chris......" Ferguson repeated the name.

"He said he would not come in, lest you be upset when you saw him."

"No, he came to say hello after the game just afternoon."

"Old man, I'm leaving, take care of yourself, we'll see you in April next year, I hope you can send the strongest lineup by then, and we'll fight again."

"Not necessarily, maybe we'll draw together in the League Cup and the FA Cup."

"No, it won't." George Lee replied with certainty.

In the end, at George Lee's insistence, Ferguson did not send Lee out, and George Lee walked out of Ferguson's residence by himself.

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The next day, when Cathy opened the door to the study, she did not see George Lee and Ferguson, and he searched for the two of them all around the house, and finally found Ferguson in the guest room, who was getting up.

After George Lee left last night, Ferguson thought about it for a long time in the study until midnight.

Because it was too late, for fear of waking his wife, he slept in the guest room.

"This kid, why did he leave at night."

"He's not a child anymore, he's a father himself."

"Speaking of which, he also had a hard time, he also had three children, and he didn't remarry after that incident. There was no one to bring the children, and I heard that his own son was in the Netherlands, so let his father-in-law take it. ”

"Alright, alright. I've heard their coach Peter, say it's in the Ajax academy because I had an agreement with his wife. ”

"What did you talk about later?" Cathy was curious about last night's conversation between the master and apprentice.

"He said he didn't like fried fish before, he didn't like Scotch eggs either, you forgot about it."

"Really?"

Cathy began to reminisce about whether this was part of George Lee's eating habits when he was a child in the youth academy at Manchester United and when he stayed at their house.

As he walked, he also talked to himself.

"George was really a picky eater."