The car parked at the gate of Sofitel Lyon.
Zhang Kuang looked up at this high-end hotel in the city center, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Jonathan followed behind him, holding a folder in his hand, which contained Zhang Kuang's complete information package for this season and some personal information.
In the elevator, he looked at his reflection in the mirror - a black casual suit, a white shirt, and no tie. This was prepared by Jonathan for him, saying "Don't dress too casually when meeting Ferguson."
But he knew in his heart that Ferguson wouldn't care what he wore. However, in Europe, the "gentleman style" of "dressing formally when meeting important people" was very strong, so he just went with the flow.
In fact, what the Scotland old man cares about is whether you can score goals.
And Zhang Kuang can.
Knock on the door.
The door opened.
The person who opened the door was not Ferguson, but a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing glasses and a dark blue suit, holding a notebook in his hand.
"Mr. Zhang?" The man stretched out his hand, "I am the assistant coach of Mike·Phelan, Manchester United."
Zhang Kuang shook his hand. "Hello."
"Please come in." Phelan stepped aside and pointed in the direction of the living room of the suite, "Sir is waiting for you inside."
Zhang Kuang walks into the living room.
Ferguson is sitting on the sofa, with a pot of tea and two cups on the coffee table in front of him. He is wearing a dark polo shirt, his gray-white hair is neatly combed, and the wrinkles on his face appear particularly deep under the soft light of the hotel.
He stood up and walked forward, smiling and reaching out to hold Zhang Kuang.
"Zhang, thank you for coming. You are one of the players I admire most. Sit down."
"Thank you Sir for your appreciation. In fact, I don't have anything worth appreciating, except for scoring a few goals."
"Haha, the most admirable thing about a forward is that he can score goals."
The atmosphere of the meeting was pretty good, and Zhang Kuang sat down opposite him.
Jonathan is sitting next to Zhang Kuang, and Phelan is sitting next to Ferguson. Four people, two sofas, and a pot of tea.
Ferguson picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea, pushing one cup to Zhang Kuang and keeping one cup for himself.
"You are from China. This is the China famous tea that I found specially. It seems to be called Longjing. Drink it and see if it is authentic."
Ferguson is very sincere and specially prepared China's special tea.
Zhang Kuang nodded. He didn't understand tea either. He took a sip after smelling it and nodded again:
"It's Longjing tea. It has the fragrance of orchids and beans. It's fresh and natural, like the smell of spring fields. This is the most unique fragrance of Longjing tea. The aroma of matcha proves that this tea is very authentic."
It tastes fresh and mellow without any astringency, and has a full and smooth texture. After swallowing, it leaves a fragrant aroma on your teeth and cheeks, with a long sweet aftertaste. Good tea, Sir, this box of yours is the top-quality China Longjing tea."
"Wow, no wonder you are so popular with girls. You really understand culture and art. I'm afraid not many football players have as much knowledge as you."
"Ha, Sir Xie complimented me, I am a China person, and what you are getting is China tea. I also take advantage of my own culture. If you ask me to distinguish the red wine from the Left Bank, I won't be able to do it. After all, I don't know much about red wine."
"Generous but not Zhang Kuang, good, good. You scored three goals today." Ferguson spoke, his tone as calm as saying that the weather is nice today.
"The third ball, ran from the backcourt to the frontcourt, 40 meters away, and shot directly without stopping. I have seen many forwards, but it is extremely rare to have your ability at the age of eighteen, so I like it very much and want to cooperate with you, so I am eager to talk to you."
Zhang Kuang picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Thank you."
"I'm not praising you." Ferguson put down the tea cup, leaned forward slightly, and looked directly at Zhang Kuang with his eyes, "I heard that you are usually very lazy in training. Except for necessary training, you can't train for more than one minute. Why do you still have such ability?"
Zhang Kuang put down the tea cup and met Ferguson's gaze.
"Talent." He said, "I can't help it, God will chase me and feed me."
"Impossible." Ferguson shook his head and said, "Talent is only reflected in the agility and consciousness of playing football, not in strength. Strength, technique, and speed all require a lot of training to complete."
Zhang Kuang didn't panic.
"The amount of training does not mean everything." He said, "My performance on the court is the most important. My training seems to you to be extremely perfunctory, but I perform well on the court. This is a fact, no matter how unreasonable it is, it is a fact, so I must admit that this is my personal talent."
Ferguson stared at him for three seconds, and then smiled.
That kind of smile is not polite or polite, but a kind of appreciation that "I have seen countless geniuses, and you are one of the more interesting ones."
"Do you dare to challenge yourself at Premier League?" Ferguson asked.
Zhang Kuang shook his head.
Ferguson's expression changed slightly.
"It's not that I don't dare to challenge Premier League, but Premier League doesn't have a team that I want to go to. I want a team that can continue to win championships. It's hard for Premier League's team to have such a dominant team."
"Manchester United is not a team that can continue to win championships?" Ferguson said with a smile.
"Manchester United is and has always had a strong dominance, but as far as I know, you are about to resign. Without Ferguson, Manchester United will only be Premier League is a second-rate team. In the future, Manchester United may wander between mid-range and relegation, and completely become a mid-range team. Such Manchester United is not something I would consider."
"Huh? How do you know that I'm planning to... well, it's true that the media has exposed it, and I've thought about it. But, I haven't thought about it yet.
You said Manchester United will become a second-rate team after I resign? How did you make such a judgment? Why?" Ferguson was surprised that an eighteen-year-old China player would make such a prediction about the powerful Manchester United.
Zhang Kuang smiled and said, "Why is Manchester United so strong? Is it just because of Jazz and your top-notch techniques and tactics in Europe? Your tactics are not new among top coaches. They have been studied thoroughly for decades."
Manchester United What is really strong is that you can suppress the locker room, you can suppress the management, you can suppress the boss, and you can also find the right solution when the team encounters difficulties.
Jazz, do you think if you are no longer at Manchester United, who can do all this? Who? Do you think Manchester United's management will give you such power to another head coach?
Once another head coach loses your power, how can he pressure the locker room? How can he pressure the management to introduce suitable players?
Once another head coach fails, everyone from the locker room to the management to the media and fans will directly fire the head coach.
Therefore, this is the future of Manchester United. A locker room that is out of control, a management team that finally takes power and operates in a chaotic manner, angry fans, and media that interferes excessively with the team will all come flooding in.
There must be someone who takes the blame for failure. Will the players take the blame? Will the management take the blame? Will the media take the blame? The fans will not take the blame. Therefore, no matter what world-famous coach comes, Manchester United will be dead end, there is no second way."
"..."
Ferguson was shocked, not only Ferguson, but also Mike·Forlán and Jonathan were shocked, because they almost certainly believed in the future that Zhang Kuang said.