"The rain had stopped."
"Manchester is welcoming me."
"Things are bound to go smoothly."
"My impression of Manchester? Haha, Ferguson facing Barcelona, his fists trembling with fear while he kept a straight face and chewed gum to hold himself together!"
Leather shoes stepped into the pooled water on the heavy stone slabs, splashing up murky droplets.
The door of the old-fashioned café was gently pushed open. The brass bell hanging above it rang crisply, waking the Black Cats napping in the corner. It stretched lazily on the faded velvet sofa, then lightly leaped down, its paws stepping across a tactical draft covered in lines and black dots.
Barcelona's technical director, Zubizarreta, smiled faintly and looked at the Red Devils' manager, whose cheeks were reddened by the fireplace coals. "Coach Van Gaal."
"I'm not your coach. Cruyff was your coach. When I managed Barcelona, you were already unable to make it there."
"Ha ha."
Zubizarreta had been Dream Team I's first-choice goalkeeper in his younger days, winning the UEFA Champions League, the European Cup Winners' Cup, and the UEFA Super Cup.
He had also held Spain National Football Team's starting goalkeeper spot for ten years.
Van Gaal carefully lifted the café's Black Cats aside, then frowned. "Hmph! Why did you ask me here? Can't you survive in Barcelona's management either? Want to jump ship to Manchester United?"
Zubizarreta's mouth twitched. "I want to talk about Li."
With that said.
He pulled out a document and slowly spread it open.
"Dream Team IV."
"Continuing the improvements you made to La Masia No. 4 Position back then, the Dream Team IV dynasty is about to begin."
"Coach Van Gaal, please give me the chance to explain in detail..."
Van Gaal raised an eyebrow and silently placed both hands beneath the table, ready to