The Manchester United dressing room was very quiet, no one dared to make a sound 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 have to take one first and then we will see what happens. I know those Everton guys will not be easy to deal with."

"But we are Manchester United."

"And that Chinese kid, please keep an eye on me. If he gets the ball in the midfield, be tough on him."

"Yes, boss."

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

Ferguson believes that beautiful offenses are often the result of the inspiration of midfielders and frontcourt players, rather than being rigidly based on tactics.

Brown was holding a pair of clean underwear in his hand. He was extremely nervous and embarrassed.

But in order to become famous, he could only do this.

He is not young anymore. If he continues to perform like this, he will definitely be kicked out by Ferguson.

Ferdinand was drinking water when he suddenly turned his head.

puff!!

It all sprayed on Carrick's face.

"Leo, are you looking for death?"

Ferdinand pointed over there.

"Hahaha."

Carrick looked in the direction of Ferdinand's finger.

puff.

puff.

puff.

There was a series of puffs and puffs in the Manchester United dressing room.

A few of them were already laughing and falling to the ground.

"Wes, are you crazy?"

Brown glanced at them coldly and snorted coldly.

"Smile! I'm going to be famous soon, you stupid people."

Brown kept turning his underwear and mumbling something.

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

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

For example, Everton was fined by the FA?

But the old Sir Alex just had a little bit of fun in his mind.

He pushed the door open and went in.

Ferguson was stunned.

Ferdinand was rolling on the ground, Carrick on top of him, and the other players were swaying around in disarray.

What stunned Ferguson the most was Brown.

"Those are...underwear?"

"What the hell is this guy doing!!"

Ferguson walked up to Brown in three steps.

"What are you doing?"

"Boss, this is the underwear transfer method."

"..."

puff.

Ferdinand laughed again.

And Ferguson couldn't laugh.

"Wes, don't you want to be at Manchester United anymore?"

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

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

"The underpants transfer method."

Ferguson became furious as soon as he heard these words.

"Get back to normal right away, and you guys, stop laughing."

Ferguson was puzzled. Although Brown was a little naive, he wouldn't be able to do such a thing.

"Wes, tell the truth, who told you."

Brown looked embarrassed and just didn't say anything.

"You won't say it, right?"

"Nani warms up, you come on in the second half and replace Wes."

Brown was stupid. This transfer method didn't make him famous, but he was replaced. Wasn't it working? Did Tang Zhenglong deceive him?

"Wes, I give you one last chance."

"Tang Zhenglong told me."

Brown was like pouring beans, telling the truth.

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

Ferguson was completely furious, and it was Tang Zhenglong, that bastard, who not only caused him to be sent to the stands, but also treated his own players like fools.

After leaving the visiting team's dressing room, Ferguson angrily walked to Everton's dressing room.

Boom, boom, boom.

Moyes opened the door.

Moyes and Ferguson are fellow Scots, and Ferguson is considered the senior of all Scottish coaches.

"Sir."

"Where is Tang Zhenglong?"

"Tang Zhenglong?"

"What are you looking for him for?"

"Let him come out."

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

"Sir, did Tang Zhenglong offend you somewhere?"

Ferguson suppressed his temper.

"David, with my status, I can't make things difficult for him. I just want to talk to him about something."

"David, just tell me, will you give me this face?"

Moyes didn't want to offend Ferguson. Then he thought, Tang Zhenglong was strong enough and he should have no problem coming back alive.

*****

"what!"

"what!"

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

"Sir, you can't do this."

Tang Zhenglong looked miserable.

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

"Wes?"

Ferguson gestured, "It's that xx transfer method."

Tang Zhenglong put on an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"The underpants transfer method."

Ferguson was dumbfounded, why did Tang Zhenglong say such a vulgar thing so confidently?
To be continued...