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England, London.

Luo Wu received a phone call in the living room.

"Hello?"

"Luo, I'm Ferguson."

"Alex Ferguson."

??

Luo Wu's mind paused for several seconds. This familiar name is...

Very meow!

Ferguson!

"Ah, Sir!"

He still reacted.

"Hello," the voice couldn't help but tremble. This phone call was so terrifying! Alex Ferguson, the former Manchester United coach, is the greatest coach in the history of the Premier League.

What is he going to do?

"Are you sure you didn't dial the wrong number?"

"Haha, don't be nervous." A majestic laughter sounded on the other end of the phone.

Obviously Ferguson is very old, but his voice is still very strong, and there is no hint that he is an old man in his seventies.

"I'm not the Manchester United coach now, I just want to call and have a chat with you."

Chat?

What were the former Manchester United coach talking to me about? Luo Wu also laughed.

"Are you feeling well?"

"It's very good. I've never been so energetic." Ferguson almost died from a cerebral hemorrhage in May this year. He stayed in the intensive care unit for a long time, but he later recovered.

"Oh, what should we talk about?"

"Ha, can the content of today's chat be kept confidential?" Ferguson smiled.

"Okay, you didn't point a gun at me."

"Tell me about your celebration?"

"Celebration? Are you referring to the game last weekend? I said it in front of the media, that's it. You didn't think I was paying tribute to Cantona, right? Really not, it was just a coincidence." Luo Wu

explained.

"Oh. If one day you have the opportunity to join Manchester United, will you refuse?"

grass!

Is it so direct?

We were just chatting just now, but now we are launching a general attack?

"The right time,"

"If the right time does come, maybe, who knows?"

Luo Wu is not a hypocritical person, but this question is really difficult to answer.

"Didn't Van Persie also join Arsenal in his later years? No one can tell what will happen in the future."

"But I won't think about it until next summer."

"Perhaps, I won't consider it next summer. You know, Cristiano will not leave Manchester United if he does not help Manchester United win the Champions League."

The person on the other end of the phone obviously paused for several seconds.

"Ha ha,"

"very good."

"You are a great kid, and for this, I know you will win the Ballon d'Or very soon in the future. You and Cristiano are indeed very similar, and you will succeed faster than him." Ferguson not only praised Ronaldo

Wu also believes that Luo Wu will win the Golden Globe Award faster.

He then went on to give advice.

"But if you want to win the Ballon d'Or, you have to beat him and Messi. It's not easy. You know, you are only playing in the Europa League this year. The heroes of the Europa League cannot be compared with the heroes of the Champions League.

Even if you score more goals than them, you have to be on the Champions League stage."

Do you really regard Luo Wu as your close disciple?

"Uh, I know."

"So, if you want to win the Golden Globe Award, the fastest and most likely way is the year after next. Ah, it's so long. There are still two years to go..." Ferguson over there actually sighed.

"What if it's next year?" Luo Wu smiled.
Chapter completed!