big mouth ball king

Chapter 420

The Manchester United locker room was very quiet, no one dared to make a sound, because they knew that the boss was upset today.

"I don't think I need to tell you about the glory days of Manchester United."

"In the first 15 minutes of the second half, we have to go up one and then we will see. I know the Everton guys are not easy to deal with."

"But we are Manchester United."

"And that Chinese brat, keep an eye out for me, if he gets the ball in midfield, be tough on him."

"Yes, boss."

After Ferguson finished training, he didn't talk about tactics. What was needed in the second half was goals, not a solid formation.

Ferguson believes that a beautiful offense is often a flash of inspiration for the midfielders, rather than sticking to tactics.

Brown held a pair of clean underwear in his hands, and he was extremely nervous and embarrassed.

But in order to become popular, he can only do this.

He is not young anymore, if he continues to perform like this, then he will definitely be kicked out by Ferguson.

Ferdinand was drinking water when he suddenly turned his head.

puff! !

All over Carrick's face.

"Leo, are you courting death?"

Ferdinand pointed over there.

"Hahaha."

Carrick looked in the direction of Ferdinand's finger.

puff.

puff.

puff.

There was a flurry of chugging in the Manchester United dressing room.

A few of them were already on the ground laughing.

"Wes, are you crazy?"

Brown gave them a cold look and snorted coldly.

"Laugh! I'm going to be famous soon, you stupid people."

Brown kept turning his underwear, muttering something.

Ferguson had just left the locker room for 2 minutes. When he came back, he heard through the door that it was like Christmas.

"What's wrong? Could it be that something good happened?"

For example, Everton was fined by the FA?

But the old lord was just a little flirtatious in his mind.

He opened the door and went in.

Ferguson was stunned.

Ferdinand was rolling on the ground, Carrick was on top of him, and the rest of the players were staggering and disoriented.

It was Brown who surprised Ferguson the most.

"That's...underpants?"

"What the hell is this guy doing!!"

Ferguson walked in front of Brown in three steps and made two steps.

"what are you doing?"

"Boss, this is the underwear transfer method."

"..."

puff.

Ferdinand laughed again.

And Ferguson couldn't laugh.

"Wes, don't you want to hang out at Manchester United?"

"Boss, I'm also here to play football."

"I order you to stop this immediately..."

"The Underpants Transfer Method."

Ferguson became furious when he heard these words.

"Return to normal for me immediately, and you, stop laughing."

Ferguson was puzzled. Although the kid Brown was a little stupid, he wouldn't be able to do such a thing.

"Wes, tell the truth, who told you that."

Brown looked embarrassed, but didn't say anything.

"Don't say it?"

"Nani is warming up, you come on in the second half and replace Wes."

Brown is stupid. This transfer method didn't make him popular, but he was about to be replaced. Isn't it working?Did Tang Zhenglong fool him?
"Wes, I'm giving you one last chance."

"It was Tang Zhenglong who told me."

Brown is like pouring beans, and he said everything.

When Ferdinand heard this, he twitched again. He had already twitched three times.

Ferguson was completely pissed off, and it was Tang Zhenglong, that bastard again, who not only caused him to be sent to the stands, but also played his own players like idiots.

Out of the visiting team's locker room, Ferguson stormed to Everton's locker room.

dong dong dong.

Moyes opened the door.

Moyes and Ferguson are Scottish fellows, and Ferguson can be regarded as the senior of all Scottish coaches.

"My lord."

"Where's Tang Zhenglong?"

"Tang Zhenglong?"

"What are you doing with him?"

"Let him come out for a while."

Seeing Ferguson's angry look, Moyes felt that it might not be a good thing.

"My lord, did Tang Zhenglong offend you somewhere?"

Ferguson suppressed his temper.

"David, in my position, it's impossible to make things difficult for him. I just want to talk to him about something."

"David, tell me straight up, will you give me this face?"

Moyes didn't want to offend Ferguson, but on second thought, Tang Zhenglong was solid enough, so it shouldn't be a problem to come back alive.

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"what!"

"what!"

Ferguson threw Tang Zhenglong into the toilet and closed the door.

"My lord, you can't do this."

Tang Zhenglong looked bitter.

Ferguson said angrily: "Why did you lie to Wes?"

"Wes?"

Ferguson gestured, "It's that XX transfer method."

Tang Zhenglong put on a suddenly enlightened expression.

"The Underpants Transfer Method."

Ferguson was dumbfounded, why Tang Zhenglong was so confident when he said such a wretched thing.

Ferguson was shaking with anger.

"My lord, it's not that I lied to him. It's very clever. That's how I became famous. This is the wisdom of the East. If it doesn't work, you can try it. Maybe Manchester United can win the Champions League."

Ferguson was furious. This bastard not only fooled his players, but also asked himself to try.

Ferguson rarely did anything unless he was really angry.

I saw Ferguson kicked up.

Tang Zhenglong had quick eyes and quick hands, and dodged sideways.

"My lord, I can sue you for this."

"Go and sue."

Scots are all violent, and Ferguson and Keane dared to be tough. In the end, the two scuffled together.

Tang Zhenglong locked Ferguson's neck with scissor legs, and the latter also coiled around Tang Zhenglong's torso.

"Let go, old Scotchman."

"You let go first."

"You first."

"You first."

"What are you doing?"

Tang Zhenglong and Ferguson looked up and saw a black middle-aged aunt holding a mop, obviously a cleaner.

In an instant, Tang Zhenglong and Ferguson got up, as if nothing had happened. If this news spread, it would be sparks hitting the earth.

"we are at……"

Ferguson was not good at lying, so he was at a loss for words, so he glanced at Tang Zhenglong.

"We're doing yoga."

Ferguson is dead, this guy lies as soon as he opens his mouth.

Black aunts are skeptical.

Tang Zhenglong continued: "If you say a word about what happened just now, I will send you back to Africa."

The black aunt is scared.

"I won't say it."

"Our yoga poses are copyrighted, and I want you to swear, you won't copy our moves."

"I swear, I won't learn your moves."

"All right."

After leaving the bathroom, Ferguson made a pop.

"How did you come up with it? Yoga poses, and copyright?"

"Could it be that we said we were talking about love?"

Ferguson kicked up, "Asshole."

Tang Zhenglong followed Ferguson to Manchester United's dressing room to apologize, and the matter was over.

Moyes was very happy to see Tang Zhenglong came back alive.

"I was right, Tang Zhenglong's free-range breeding is also safe."

(End of this chapter)