Blackburn, Ewood Park.
The match had already entered the second half.
After Rooney assisted Erl to score, Manchester United had been unable to breach Blackburn's goal again.
Ferguson was in no hurry. He remained in a good mood, chewing gum as he watched the young, passionate defender named Phil Jones in Blackburn's back line with drool practically running from his mouth.
What a fine lad. He belonged at Manchester United!
Why?
Young man, welcome to Manchester United!
Wasn't that how the slogan went?
Ferguson secretly made up his mind. After the match, he would definitely find Blackburn's senior management and ask how much they wanted for Phil Jones. Manchester United had to make its move as soon as possible.
If they missed a player like this again, another club would beat them to him sooner or later.
At the thought, Ferguson's mood brightened considerably.
At the Etihad Stadium in southern Manchester, Man City were trailing Stoke City 0–1. Tony Pulis's team should still have been sitting deep and waiting to counterattack.
So, as long as Man City lost and Manchester United won, the title race would remain undecided going into the final round.
Man City might even take a heavy blow and then stumble in their away match against Bolton in the final round.
Manchester United, on the other hand, were hosting Blackpool at home. Ferguson was certain of victory.
If they truly overturned Man City in the final round, it would undoubtedly become another legendary season for Manchester United.
After overturning Man City, Manchester United would carry their soaring momentum into the FA Cup and Champions League finals. The sight would surely be spectacular. If they could really win the treble, Ferguson's retirement would be worthwhile!
At that thought, Ferguson felt his blood surge, and his whole person became