Grove Hotel was nestled among a stretch of golf courses.
The scenery was beautiful, with lush green grass. In summer, beneath the bright moon and scattered stars, strolling through the park had an artistic charm all its own.
Su Dong and Guardiola walked side by side along a tree-lined path.
It had been Begiristain's suggestion. He felt that Guardiola had been putting too much pressure on himself lately.
Actually, it was only natural. The decisive battle was imminent, and their opponent was an old fox like Ferguson. Who could be sure of victory?
Su Dong claimed that victory in the final was guaranteed. Ever since he had started playing, he had never lost whenever he reached a final.
But if he was honest with himself, could he really be certain of victory against Ferguson's Manchester United?
"I heard you want to change the formation?" Su Dong asked calmly.
His tone was gentle, more like two friends making casual conversation.
In fact, his relationship with Guardiola really was excellent. Calling them friends would not be an exaggeration.
Guardiola let out a heavy sigh and looked up at the stars. "I keep feeling that Ferguson will target you."
Ferguson had obviously come prepared.
He was no pushover either. He had played in countless finals, so he knew exactly how this game should be played.
"Changing the formation before the final is very risky," Su Dong reminded him.
That was also what Soriano, Begiristain, and the others had been worried about. They had even tried to persuade Guardiola on the matter, all advising him not to change the formation in the final. After all, the risk really was enormous.
"There are risks either way," Guardiola said helplessly. "Think about it. Ferguson knows us well enough. If he shuts you down, what will happen