Chapter 228 For Glory

"Boss."

"Um?"

"Say, are you going to come to the office to have tea with me? I don't have any good tea to serve." Ferguson was in the office, without raising his head, and kept stuffing the dazzling array of newspapers in front of him into the paper basket, but he couldn't stuff it no matter what. I won’t finish it because there are just too many.

He had the urge to burn it down because it was all about Chelsea and Liverpool.

"I think we should renew Roy Keane's contract."

Although Dong Fangzhuo felt that it was wrong for him to find Ferguson like this, he still came here.

It seemed that Ferguson was not in a good mood at this time. Dong Fangzhuo glanced at the pictures of the Red Army and Blue Army in front of the table. Sir Alex Ferguson must be annoyed by these things.

Looks like the timing isn't right!

"Um?"

Ferguson's eyebrows twitched, and Wei Dare was surprised. He thought to himself that this kid really had an affair with Keane. Haha, he came to intercede.

He raised his head seriously.

"This is a matter for the club and the manager."

"I am giving my opinion as the third captain." Dong Fangzhuo also became serious.

"Well, if you have the guts, tell me your reasons." Ferguson did not send Dong Fangzhuo away immediately. Just because he revealed the identity of Manchester United's third captain, he should listen carefully to Dong Fangzhuo's opinions.

"Roy is the cornerstone of the team. He seems a bit old, but think about it, how did we lose to Milan?"

"Milan!" Ferguson was a little excited when he mentioned Milan. It was Milan that eliminated Manchester United. But he suppressed his emotions in an instant, and he instantly understood what Dong Fangzhuo meant.

"You want to tell me that Milan Nursing Home defeated us with a bunch of old guys, so I want to keep Keane?"

"Yes, I may not be able to express it very well, but keeping Keane will only be good for us, not bad. Even if you throw him on the bench, he will inspire us to keep going. He is our captain."

Huh, huh.

Ferguson breathed quietly, savoring what Dong Fangzhuo said. After a long while, he said: "Actually, I didn't drive him away, it was him who wanted to leave."

ah? Dong Fangzhuo was quite surprised. He didn't expect that the plot would take such a turn. It's not that Sir Alex wants to drive him away...

this……

Why?

Ferguson saw Dong Fangzhuo's thoughts, and then continued: "I have been persuading him to stay, but he feels that he is old and it is time to make room for young people. You have to know that I must respect a man who silently serves Manchester United. A veteran who has come back for more than ten years.”

"Only when he figures it out for himself will he stay again."

"So, that's it." Dong Fangzhuo murmured.

"Well, that's it, but I will fully consider your opinion. I will continue to communicate with Roy. If he changes his mind, I will take him to China."

China?

Dong Fangzhuo was a little surprised, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. Maybe it’s time to prepare for the war in the summer and go to China, for my own reasons...

"Any thing else?"

"Boss, I want to be in the starting lineup."

"Final?" Ferguson thinks there is something wrong with Dong Fangzhuo. I'm going to sell Ruud van Nistelrooy to Real Madrid. Why the hell are you telling me you want to enter the final?

"Is this a problem?"

"I mean, I want to go into the weekend and start in the league."

"And why?"

"Because I don't want to miss any games, I want to fight for Manchester United, I'm tired of sitting in front of the TV watching Chelsea and Liverpool, I need to score goals!"

"Oh, you kid! If you get injured, how will you play in the finals?"

"If you have nothing to do, you can just do the drying at home. Keep up the good work for me."

"However, only competition is the best way to maintain condition."

"allow!"

"By the way, the movie I showed you last time," Sir Alex's face turned red. After swallowing, he continued, "Have you corrected it..."

"Boss, I have to leave first..."

Dong Fangzhuo slipped away again...

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Dong Fangzhuo turned on the TV...

"Riese cut in from the left and passed low.

Gerrard rubbed the outside of his right foot and hit an overhead ball. Baros volleyed the ball with his right foot from 7 meters in front of the goal. Then he collided with Cech who came to save and fell to the ground. Luis Garcia got ahead of Terry. He shot a volley with his left foot 4 meters in front of the goal. The ball hit Terry's body and flew towards the goal. Although Gallas hooked the ball with his right foot, Slovak referee Mitchell judged that the ball had crossed the goal line. Liverpool 1-1 0 lead! Goooooal…”

"Luis Garcia made a mistake in passing the ball. Lampard intercepted the ball at the front of the penalty area and passed it straight. Joe Cole seemed to pass and shoot from the left side of the penalty area, and the ball missed the far post."

"Traore fouled Gudjohnsen. Chelsea got a free kick 30 meters away from the goal in the middle. After Drogba ran to cover, Lampard shot a low shot with his right foot through the wall and went straight to the lower left corner, but Du Dirk reacted in time and threw his palms to the right to seal the bottom line. This was almost the first time Chelsea threatened the Liverpool goal in this campaign..."

"The unguarded Gudjohnsen volleyed with his right foot from a small angle on the right side, 5 meters away from the goal, and the ball somehow flew out of the far post!"

"Mitchell blew the final whistle, and Liverpool reached the Champions League final for the seventh time, becoming the first English team to reach the Champions League final since Manchester United in 1999. The Red Army generals and fans began to revel, and Anfield echoed 'You will never walk alone'. Chelsea players were very frustrated. Gallas sat on the turf and sobbed. Their coach and boss were very personable. Mourinho, who was expressionless, shook hands with the opposing players and congratulated them. Abramovich smiled and applauded in the stands. ... "

Liverpool really made it to the final! History is surprisingly the same...

They are about to meet Milan in the final. Will the Miracle in Istanbul happen again?

Dong Fangzhuo turned off the TV and sat quietly on the sofa thinking.

Regardless of whether a miracle will happen or not, you must create a miracle yourself, and you must not have too many regrets!

Manchester United, move forward! Moving forward to the new season!

The weekend is three days away.

"Ronaldo, Ronaldo, Ronaldo broke through the last defender, he swept the ball quickly to the center, Dong, Dong dived to the top, Gooooooal!"

Another week later.

"Goooooooal! Wayne Rooney! He's back to scoring form..."

"Manchester United finally won Southampton with a score of 2:1, and the league ended perfectly. Although the second place is not so satisfactory, the boys can fight again next year!"

"..."

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On May 21, 2005, in the dressing room of Cardiff Stadium, Wales.

"Captain, let me put the captain's armband on you."

Rooney took the captain's armband from Ronaldo and came to Dong Fangzhuo.

Dong Fangzhuo smiled and looked at Rooney, whose temperament seemed to have changed a bit, and said softly: "Thank you, man."

"Captain, please lead us to fight bravely in Cardiff. We are willing to serve you."

"We want to win the FA Cup."

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

Dong Fangzhuo raised his arms and shouted, the Manchester United soldiers were full of momentum!

In the dressing room at the other end, the Arsenal people also heard the excitement.

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

"Come on guys!"

"For glory, for Manchester United!"

"For glory, for Arsenal!"

"..."