"Tinanilo?"

In a conference room at Stamford Bridge Stadium, Ferguson held a goblet with red wine in his right hand, and held a wine bottle that had just been grabbed from the table in his left hand, pronounced the name.

Gao Han sat opposite him and looked at him leisurely.

"Who gave it?" Ferguson looked at Gao Han with a slanted eye.

"I bought it." Gao Han replied with a smile.

"You bought it?" Ferguson shook his head and laughed, his old face full of suspicion.

"What? You don't believe it?"

Ferguson nodded without hesitation, "You won't buy this kind of wine."

As he said that, he gently put the wine bottle back on the table.

"Why?" Gao Han was very strange.

“It’s too cheap.”

Gao Han raised his eyebrows and asked happily: "Are you praising me?"

But unexpectedly, Ferguson's next sentence gave a divine turn.

"Because it's too cheap, it's easy to be ignored. Only those who know how to drink can see its goodness." Ferguson said this and raised his wine glass to Gao Han, "It's obvious that you are not."

Isn't this nonsense?

Everyone knows that I don’t like drinking, so how can I know how to drink?

Gao Han cursed in depression, but did not respond because he knew that Ferguson lost the ball and was in a bad mood, so he had to understand.

You can't win the ball on the court, invite others to drink, and let others vent a few words, right?

Just treat it as respecting the elderly.

"This wine is produced in Italy and is relatively rare abroad. It should be given by Italians, right?" Ferguson looked at Gao Han and guessed.

Gao Han didn't hide it, and nodded to admit it.

"The person who gives you this wine is also very thoughtful, because although it is cheap, it is very stylish. It is usually produced only in good years and the output is not large, so it is difficult to find."

Gao Han thought about it after listening.

This box of wine was sent by Inter Milan's president Moratito, saying it was a Christmas gift to Gao Han in advance.

Gao Han was not a good person to drink, so he happened to welcome Manchester United again, so he planned to bring it to Ferguson to taste it, but he didn't expect that the wine looked inexpensive, but it was a light gift and heavy affection.

"Some people say that Super Tuscan wine is like a bad kid, born with a rebellious spirit and dares to break traditional ideas and rules, and Tenanilo is Italy's first Super Tuscan wine."

"In the 1970s, this winemaking family broke the tradition of the Tuscan region and gave up local white wines, but introduced French charcoala grapes, making Tiannanilo, creating a new era of Tuscan wines, and also won recognition and recognition from the whole world."

After hearing this, Gao Han had to impress Ferguson's familiarity with wine on the one hand, but on the other hand, he was reminded of Morati.

If Ferguson hadn't said this, he would have thought it was just an ordinary holiday gift, but now it sounds like it is full of deep intentions.

When Inter Milan was in contact with Gao Han, it was said that many internal oppositions believed that Gao Han attached great importance to technology and paid attention to the offensive football philosophy of transmission and control, which was inconsistent with Inter Milan's tradition, so there were great oppositions.

But now Moratti is sending this wine over, is it necessary to suggest something?

Gao Han quickly threw away the idea of ​​exploring it, because he felt that if the other party wanted to let him know, he would definitely know it. And if he guessed like now, the other party might not have the same meaning.

"Let's stop talking, old man, come and have another drink." Gao Han poured Ferguson another cup.

Ferguson held up the wine in his hand, looked at Gao Han who was malicious, and smiled, "What? Want to get me drunk?"

"Let you drink to drown your sorrows!" Gao Han further attacked.

"Luck your head! What's there to worry about?" Ferguson laughed and scolded.

But he also understood Gao Han’s implication, and believed that all the media reporters and fans outside were waiting to see his good show.

Because he personally sent to Chelsea's Peron and was elected as the best player in the game.

"You know, I did have high hopes for him, and I once thought that his arrival would revolutionize us, so I bought him at all costs."

Gao Han nodded. If he hadn't had this intention, Ferguson wouldn't have paid such a large transfer fee for Beron.

Manchester United has always paid attention to financial health and lived within their means. The transfer fee for acquiring Perron is accumulated over the past years. It is rare to be proud and it is definitely an ambitious strategy for everyone in the club.

"But he is a strange person, taciturn, never integrated into the team, never communicated with anyone, and never even talked to anyone. Even if he learned English, he will always be alone, not socializing, and unable to express himself."

Ferguson said this, helplessly smiled and shook his head, "To be honest, even when he left the team, I don't know what he was thinking, or what position he should play and what kind of responsibility he should bear, he never said."

Gao Han frowned slightly. Why did he think that this was not much the same as the one he remembered?

He could even be sure that there must be problems in the communication between Ferguson and Bellon.

But even the parties involved may not know what the specific problem is, and there is no need to figure it out.

"There is only one reason I sell players, that is, I find that this player has had a negative impact on the team, so I will take a quick move without hesitation, and that's what Peron is."

Gao Han can understand this.

Perron came to Manchester United with the halo of the world's number one midfielder, leading the highest-level salary in the team. If such a player becomes the absolute main force of the team, it would be okay, but if he performs poorly or even sits on the bench, it is a hidden danger in any team and a landmine that all head coaches avoid.

Ferguson is a well-known hardliner with a strong desire to control and requires the team to be in the range of control, including everything in the locker room, to be within his control, so when Stam showed a little sign, he would rather be in a defense of turmoil than sell it.

Last summer, even his most proud disciple, Beckham, violated his taboo, was sent away without hesitation.

Many people outside called him ruthless and criticized his mistakes with Stam, but Gao Han could understand Ferguson a little.

The reason why he was able to stay at Manchester United for so long is because he had supreme control over the team.

Gao Han sighed a long time, stood up from his seat, turned around and walked towards the windowsill.

Looking out from the windowsill, the fans celebrating at Stamford Bridge Stadium had long dispersed, leaving only some staff members who were cleaning up the venue.

They came to this stadium and watched this game, it was like they were here for the festival, and the head coach and the players were responsible for performing for them and bringing joy to them. They won, laughed, and left, but never delved into the deepest part of all this.

There is a saying in European football, "The iron-clad soldiers are fighting and flowing."

This was originally a description of that for the professional league, no player is a non-selling product.

The reason why you don't sell is because the price you offer is not high enough.

But I'm afraid no one knows that the head coach is a higher-risk profession than the player.

It's like Veron, who performed poorly at Manchester United, but at least the Red Devils gave him two years to prove himself. And even if Manchester United fails, he can still do it when he comes to Chelsea. If not, he can still return to Serie A, or even return to Argentina.

As a head coach?

impossible!

No team will give the head coach such a long patience. At most, it will take one season to see the results. Otherwise, it will basically not escape the tragic fate of being dismissed. Many head coaches even fail once and never recover.

The head coach not only has to fight against the opponent, but also has to deal with the management, but also has to be wary of the locker room.

Professional football is a world of fame and fortune. Every player has different interests. From small games to sponsor contracts, or even career planning, it is inevitable that someone will want to be the boss in the locker room.

The head coach was overshadowed by the star players in the team. There are really not too many such things in the European professional league.

Gao Han even thought that Ferguson sold Beckham because he saw some signs.

Beckham may not want to be the boss, but he obviously disobeyed Ferguson's wishes. With this beginning, if he didn't kill a warning to him, there would be a second, third, and even more.

Over time, the head coach's power is corrupted and even emptied.

A head coach who has been undermined his power often ends up in extremely miserable ways.

And Bellon.

Perhaps Ferguson may not want to sell Veron because he should still have high hopes for the Argentinian. Selling Beckham happens to reorganize the team's midfielder, but he has lost this big bet, so it is difficult for him to stand up in front of the management and can only accept the arrangements of the management.

"Does it feel creepy?" Ferguson suddenly walked to Gao Han's side and said softly.

Gao Han nodded silently. This may be what the ancient poem says, the heights are so cold.

"For so many years, I have been asking myself whether they really like me? Management, players, fans? I have been asking myself, reminding myself, and then using various methods to find the answers."

"If I knew that the player didn't like me and had even affected his game status, I would sell him without hesitation. Maybe I was a little hesitant and might make a lot of mistakes, but this is the only one I can think of, the most effective and direct way to stop loss."

When Ferguson said this, he smiled bitterly, "Because I can't make a person like me again. Instead of letting him stay in the team, hate me more and more and more, it's better to let him leave and calm down each other, and believe that it will gradually improve. In the words of you young people, this is called beauty from distance."

Gao Han smiled and laughed, but he could hear the sighs and helplessness in it.

This is probably talking about Beckham?

"Believe me, don't let anyone in the club have the authority of more than you. Your position and attitude must be tougher than anyone else. Only in this way can you gain a foothold, and only by gaining a firm foothold can all this make sense."

After saying that, Ferguson gently patted Gao Han on the shoulder, walked back to the table, poured himself a large glass of wine, and gurgled and drank all over.

"Good wine, this is the best wine I have ever been invited by my opponents for so many years in the Premier League."

After saying that, he didn't say hello and left directly.

Gao Han stared at him leaving, turned around, stared at Stamford Bridge Stadium, and carefully recalled what Ferguson said just now.

As a banner of the European Professional League, Ferguson has been able to coach Manchester United for so many years and achieve such brilliant results. It must be his own uniqueness.
Chapter completed!