"On average, I never taste my opponent's red wine when I lose the game!"

In a separate box near the exit square of Meacha Stadium, Ferguson raised the red wine glass in his hand and said with a sigh, his tone full of indignation, obviously very dissatisfied with losing this game.

"On average, I never invite my opponents to taste red wine when I win a game!"

Yang Cheng curled his lips and said with annoying smile.

Ferguson took a sip of the red wine in his hand. It was really good. It was a very famous Lambrusco wine, a well-known Italian brand, but he was picky and twitched. "The taste is not as explosive as Latu in 1961, and the alcohol is not strong enough. I feel a little soft, just like yours!"

The wines at Latu Winery are famous for their explosive taste and strong and rough power. The authentic Latu brand in 1961 even scored a full score of 100, surpassing the last century, and are even more famous than Lafo in 1982. Now only some collectors have it.

Previously, Melissa Terrio specially found two bottles for Yang Cheng, and planned to give him one bottle as a gift to him as a celebration of defeating his opponent and invited Ferguson to taste, and one bottle was kept for him. However, this stingy guy treated these two bottles of wine as treasures and worshipped them in the living room of his home, showing off his position.

"Indeed, Latu is rare, so he has the title of Emperor of Wine, but Jazz, I'm worried that you can't stand it. After all, it's a powerful red wine for young men. I'm thinking about you!" Yang Cheng fought back, implying that he is old and useless.

Ferguson smiled coldly, "You are still far from talking about Taoism and wine tasting!"

"But I'm young!" Yang Cheng responded.

Ferguson glared at him and raised the wine glass in his hand.

With a clang, the two of them drank all the red wine in their hands again, which was really a waste of resources.

In front of them, the fans were still walking out of the Meacha Stadium one after another, but it could be seen that each of them had a satisfied smile on their faces because their team won the game.

"Sometimes think about it, we are really living a life that is not like a person!" Ferguson turned the wine glass in his hand and looked at the fans below, feeling a little sighing, "Every morning, I have to rack my brains and try my best to win games after games. What is the purpose of?"

Yang Cheng sat next to him, both of them leaning against the back of the chair, facing the large floor-to-ceiling window, and looking at the crowd below. The whole scene was very interesting, and I'm afraid no one would see this scene.

"For the sake of pride!" Yang Cheng said.

Ferguson savored the fragrance of the wine with his tongue. After hearing this, he kept nodding, "Come on, have a drink!"

With a clang, the two of them drank a small cup again.

"You are right, just for the pride, for that ***-mother's pride!" Ferguson laughed.

Yang Cheng was very touched by this.

When he first came to this world, he just wanted to prove himself, so he worked hard in Chemnitz just to prove himself; when he came to Kaiserslautern, he wanted to succeed and prove that he could succeed in European football.

After coming to Inter Milan, he came with a successful person and a savior. At this time, he did not do it for success, but for the pride in his heart, proving that he deserves Moratti's attention, deserves the love and support of Inter Milan fans, and deserves the praise of fans and fans all over the world.

But at the same time, he also has an ambition to make himself the best one!

This is how people are. To put it nicely, they are motivated and enterprising. To put it badly, they are not content!

Everything has two sides, it depends on what angle you look at this issue!

"You should come to the Premier League!" Ferguson suddenly broke out.

"Why?" Yang Cheng felt strange.

Ferguson smiled slightly, "Because I'm so lonely!"

"***!" Yang Cheng compared a middle finger.

Ferguson laughed. He liked this straightforward personality very much. At least he didn't look gentle like some people, but in fact he was extremely introverted.

"If you come to the Premier League, we will do a few games every season, ***, it's great!" Ferguson drank some wine and said harshly.

This is his nature, carefree and straightforward.

"Also, I really think your personality is in Italy. After a while, the guys here seem open, but it depends on what. The football environment here is the same as their football style, conservative! They can't tolerate people like you at all!"

After a pause, Ferguson shook his head again, "Inter Milan is not mainstream in Italy, and you, a non-mainstream head coach, are destined to be enemies of the entire Italy. That would be too hard. If it were in the Premier League, this would not have happened at all."

Yang Cheng smiled and handed the wine glass. The two of them clashed with another glass.

After swallowing the red wine in his mouth, Ferguson spoke again, "I originally planned to retire after coaching this season, but... fuck, I hate this matter. I have two hopes now. Once it is completed, I will retire, one is to win the Champions League and the other..."

He stared at Yang Cheng with malicious intentions, "It's just killing you!"

"You don't have a chance!" Yang Cheng leaned over again, cried with him, and sneered.

Ferguson had a good alcohol tolerance. The two of them went back and forth, and soon a bottle of red wine came to an end, but they both felt a little unsatisfied.

"I'm not happy, next time I come to Manchester, I'll invite you to my house for a drink!" Ferguson stood up after taking his last sip of wine.

"I'll talk about it when you can win!" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

Ferguson pointed to the proud guy and turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey!" Yang Cheng called him from behind.

"What's up?"

Yang Cheng laughed, "When will you retire, I will give you a bottle of 61-year-old Latu!"

"***!" Ferguson made a middle finger, turned around and walked out with a laugh.

After Yang Cheng sent him away, he leaned on the back of the chair. Before he knew it, he was confused.

He has a bad alcohol tolerance. He just drank a lot of alcohol and felt a little dizzy.

I don’t know how long this sleeping state lasted, and the phone rang.

"Hey!" Yang Cheng blinked his dry mouth and breathed.

"Where?" The passionate and gentle voice of Canalis came from the phone.

Yang Cheng looked around and the lights on the stadium were dimmed, and it was obvious that it was not too early.

“In Meacha!”

"Did you drink with Ferguson?" Canalis asked with a giggle.

"Well, that old guy is not very capable of coaching the team, but his alcohol tolerance is very perverted!" Yang Cheng deliberately belittled his opponent.

This is also his habit of treating good friends.

The more he values ​​his good friends, the more he likes to make jokes and sarcasm like this. On the contrary, the more difficult it is to communicate with him that those who always have polite relationships on weekdays.

"Hehe..." Canalis was a little silent after hearing this.

The two *** were silent for about half a minute, and then she murmured on the phone: "I miss you, Caesar!"

"Then you come and pick me up!" Yang Cheng's heart blew.

Since they got together, the two have had a tryst, and the location is Canalis's home.

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Early the next morning, Yang Cheng came out from the street next to Canalis's house wrapped in a down jacket.

Not long after, Canalis drove over in a car, no one picked him up, and then took him to the vicinity of Meacha Stadium.

Although I experienced the battle last night, I couldn’t help but feel lingering again when I parted this morning. After that, Yang Cheng got off the car in a secluded place, while Canalis went directly to buy breakfast and returned to his home.

Yang Cheng took a taxi directly from the entrance of the stadium and went to the Pinetina base.

They had practiced the entire process countless times, but were not discovered by the omnipresent reporters in Milan City. This kind of stimulation of affair was like a thief, which brought Yang Cheng a complete temptation.

But as soon as he walked into his office, Yang Cheng immediately swept away everything and began to concentrate on what happened next.

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Knock~~

"Come in!" Yang Cheng shouted while sitting in the office.

Recoba pushed open the door of Yang Cheng's office and walked in, "Boss!" and turned around and closed the door.

"Come on, sit down!" Yang Cheng pointed at the opposite side of him.

Recoba sat down timidly across from Yang Cheng, but wondered why Yang Cheng called himself as soon as the training was over.

When he came to his desk, he found that Yang Cheng was reading today's newspaper, all about the Champions League match last night. Inter Milan defeated Manchester United, and the whole of Italy was in full swing. Everyone praised Yang Cheng and Inter Milan, including those newspapers that have always been against him.

There is no way, if they want to promote sales, they can only swallow the bitter fruit and endure all this!

Yang Cheng noticed Recoba's gaze and asked with a smile: "Have you read today's newspaper?"

Recoba nodded, "Well, I saw it!"

"There is a special report from the Milan Sports Daily to introduce you. Have you read it?" Yang Cheng asked again.

Recoba smiled and nodded. The report wrote him well, thinking that he played a key role in both games against Manchester United, and that Weiss Brown was completely defeated by him.

"I really think that report is well written, but there is one thing I don't agree with!"

"Which point?" Recoba asked strangely.

"They think you should play the main force!" Yang Cheng said bluntly.

Recoba was silent, but stared at Yang Cheng, hoping to get an explanation.

"When Nedved and Baggio were absent, I had examined some games where you played with Pirlo, or you played alone, but the results were not very good. I believe you discovered this."

Recoba had to admit that his performance was indeed good and bad, because Pirlo, Zanetti could not provide him with the support of Nedved, allowing him to charge in front.
To be continued...