Manchester United's Turn!

Manchester United's private jet landed at Manchester International Airport.

Soon, the star players boarded the team bus that had been waiting at the airport and headed for the Carrington Training Base, ten kilometers away.

The airport was in the southern suburbs, while Carrington was in the western suburbs, so they did not need to pass through the bustling downtown area.

The entire bus was silent. Some players dozed with their eyes closed, some put on headphones and shut out the world, while others simply stared blankly out the windows.

It was already past midnight, and there were hardly any vehicles left on the highway. Only when cars occasionally passed them, or when they drove through a stretch of streetlights that cast light into the cabin, could the loneliness and frustration on the Manchester United players' faces be seen clearly.

They had lost 3–1 away from home.

This was certainly not a satisfactory result, because it meant they would have to fight even harder in the second leg.

However, they would next have to face Chelsea, a clash between the league leaders that they could not afford to lose.

Could they really be stopped in the quarterfinals just like this?

From Ferguson down to the players, not a single person at Manchester United was willing to accept that.

The Red Devils Manchester United had never known when to admit defeat!

The bus traveled familiarly along the narrow roads of Carrington and soon arrived at the training base.

With a soft pop, the doors opened.

Chief Assistant Coach Mike Phelan clearly still wanted to stand up as usual, loudly remind the players that they were dismissed for the day, and tell them they could go home.

But just then, Ferguson, who was sitting beside him, suddenly reached out and grabbed Mike