But these reporters obviously would not pay attention to Yang Cheng's words, they were all focusing on one point.

Newspapers will definitely appear tomorrow. Yang Cheng ridiculed Mourinho for being older than him, or Yang Cheng disdained the title of Caesar II, believing that some people used Caesar to hype news headlines.

There is no way, the media has to do this to make a gimmick. After all, Yang Cheng and Mourinho are the most well-known head coaches in Europe this season. Arrange them together and have a battle of words, that is the best way to really attract attention.

If you report according to Yang Cheng's original words, it would be boring.

Afterwards, the media asked Yang Cheng some questions in a concentrated manner, all about this game and Liverpool. Yang Cheng was in a good mood to beat Manchester United, so he knew everything and said everything.

On the contrary, Ferguson, who was standing beside him, had to suppress the anger in his heart, and watched the coquettish Chinese steal the limelight as his master, complaining that this group of reporters made him a supporting role.

The grudge between the two continued from the court to the press conference and later to the office.

The unlucky Yang Cheng couldn't help but fuck Ferguson like this, especially this old guy, who vented the depression of losing the game on drinking, and always used words to make Yang Cheng have to drink, and in the end...

"Be careful, don't let him fall!"

Ferguson, with a burgundy face, leaned against the office door, and waved goodbye to Yang Cheng who was walking in a turbulent manner, instructing Paul Bayer and Tim Hank who came to help him go back.

"***!" Yang Cheng turned his head and raised his middle finger at him with drunken eyes, but he couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!