Silent Old Trafford

The pre-match press conference ended.

Sir Ferguson stopped Huang Kaiwen.

The Professor also halted and stood there.

"Is your name Kevin, Frenchie?"

Sir Ferguson asked irritably.

The Professor smiled. "I'm afraid you might be up to no good. I have to stay and make sure you don't try to sway my player."

Once they were out of the reporters' sight, the two were no longer quite so combative.

For all Sir Ferguson was always taking shots at the Professor, Manchester United had adopted his dietary management methods faster than anyone else.

Ignoring the Professor, Sir Ferguson asked, "When I retire, do you want to come to Manchester United as a player-coach? I can guarantee your authority."

"What about Ten Hag?"

Huang Kaiwen teased.

Sir Ferguson said grumpily, "I've met him. He's a young man with ideas, but he isn't qualified to manage Manchester United yet."

"Moyes probably isn't much better."

Huang Kaiwen said.

He rarely spoke ill of others, but Moyes had broken far too many shameful records.

That old Scottish man probably ended up in the hospital at least half because of Moyes.

"That's why I'm asking you."

Sir Ferguson said.

"Forget it, Sir. I'm not old enough to be a coach yet."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head. "Besides, I don't want to work for the Glazers."

Because Manchester United's results had been unusually stable over the past few years, old Glazer had imposed extremely strict limits on the club's spending. Never mind owner investment—even money Manchester United earned themselves was difficult to put into the transfer market.

No wonder Guardiola had turned down Sir Ferguson.

Taking over from Sir Ferguson meant facing pressure on every front at one of the world's top clubs, with barely any transfer funds to work with. On top of that, there was that