"Okay, you are awesome! You have continued to have another head coach! Awesome! Awesome! You deserve to be a coach killer!" As soon as we met, Allardes teased Wensheng with a smile.

Kill the weak Sunderland, the Premier League is temporarily suspended, and the national team match day is here again!

Last month, I promised to invite the Lord to come out and sit down, but I wasn't busy all the time? Wensheng didn't get a chance to breathe until now.

After making arrangements early, the Lord gave him a lot of face, so he had a small gathering that night. There were not many people, only Ferguson, Allardyce and Wensheng.

"Sunderland is a bad pen! It's time to let that Italian get out!" Ferguson sat down.

"Sir, you're right! I'm just taking the blame! Look at what they say in the news all day long, "coach killer"! Please, I'm so ashamed!" Wen Sheng spread his hands and cried out.

Sunderland is really sick. It's November now. Sunderland's performance is so bad. Dicanho can still hold on there. He should have gotten out of here. Will a normal team give him such a long time?! He is not Ferguson's son!

"Haha, who told you to fight him and then he was over. It's not unfair to take this title on your account! Tell me how many coaches you've gotten out of class?!" Allardyce was so happy that this birdman should be said to be doing quite well now.

"To be honest, the jazz has to take the blame!" Wen Sheng looked at the jazz who was happy to listen to the story and smiled.

"Why are you involved in me?" The Lord was even more happy.

"Is Roy Keane your disciple?"

When the name of Lord Judg's face turned dark, Aldes's smile froze. Who doesn't know that Roy Keane and Lord Judg's master and disciple have not yet made up and have been making trouble.

Aren’t you picking up any pot?!

"Don't be angry! Sir! He is not a good thing! According to the Chinese, this is a guy who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors! He went to Sunderland but gave Sunderland a very bad head!"

"How do you say this?!" Allardyce was a little interested.

"He ran to Sunderland, his level was not very good, and he also introduced a lot of cats and dogs from Manchester United! Since he started, Sunderland has been picking up players from Manchester United every year, so what's the result?! High salary and low ability, is my comment okay?! After all, Big Sam, tell me whether the Lord should take the blame for Sunderland's current situation?!" Wen Sheng said nonsense.

Allardyce thought the Lord would be furious. Damn, what is this called? This is also counted on my head. And what are you talking about?!

But Sir Joe didn't. Sir Joe smiled faintly, "I'm not Manchester United's head coach now. I'm a retired old man. You guy is bullied! I used to know that you have no lower limit, and now you haven't changed, and there's still no lower limit!"

"Hehe, just kidding! If you really want to die, they will die by themselves!" Wen Sheng immediately smiled.

But the fallacies that Wensheng said are somewhat reasonable. Everyone knows that Ferguson and Keane don’t deal with each other, but who would not be able to pay for money? Of course, Manchester United needs to clean up some players. Keane is stupid and wants to praise his stinky feet. The Lord’s stern don’t let him go. The fool doesn’t let him go.

When they played against Manchester City on the weekend, Manchester United was the main player of Sunderland. Brown, O'Shea and Bardsley were all from Manchester United, but none of them were decent. At least they must have cheated Dicanho this season.

"You must not put the fallacies I just said in your autobiography, I will not recognize it!" Wen Sheng remembered the incident of the Lord's autobiography, and quickly added a message.

Ferguson laughed, "You fucking dare not admit it, don't you?! Let me tell you, I've recorded this!"

"He just said that Sunderland was going to die by himself! This sentence must be written in!" Allardyce cheered.

After a few smiles, the three of them shifted the topic to Ma again.

Ferguson likes horses very much, so he won’t talk about his dark history. He had a big fight with a shareholder of Manchester United for horses.

The old man has retired now and naturally has more energy to focus on horses.

Wensheng felt sorry for him, no wonder you and Irving could get together.

Irving is also famous for his horse and likes to gambling!

When talking about horses, the old man was very interested. He talked about horse scriptures for dinner. After the party, he invited Wensheng and Alledes to watch tomorrow's horse racing competition. His lovema Levante will play.

Wen Sheng thought that there was no arrangement the next day, so he took Cheryl and Lydia to have some breathing together. He agreed happily. Allardyce was not a problem, he was just a follower!

The next morning, after a lazy sleep, Wensheng and his family drove to the racetrack Ferguson mentioned.

There were not many people on the racetrack, and Wensheng easily found Ferguson and Allardyce.

"Sir, which horse is yours?" Wensheng asked the Sir. Alledes with his family and quickly asked curiously.

Ferguson pointed to the field and said, "Look, No. 6! The game is over later, I will take you to see it!"

"Are the knights designated at will?!" Wensheng asked again. He was a complete scoundrel about horse racing. Look at Ferguson's age, of course it is impossible for him to participate in the competition by himself.

"Of course not! Jacob is a rider hired by the Lord for a lot of money! A very excellent rider!" Allardes explained to Wensheng's hammer.

Cheryl blushed. He would have given her husband some knowledge about this before he came. This problem is embarrassing.

Wensheng complained in his heart again, what's going on? Spend a lot of money to raise a horse, don't ride it himself, let the rider ride it, and then go to the competition!

Is this interesting?!

No matter what, Ferguson thought it was interesting!

When the game started, Ferguson couldn't sit still in the stands, so he stood up and stared at his horse intently!

Then......

Jacob rode the off-white horse and rushed through the finish line first and won the first place.

Ferguson raised his fist and smiled, then clapped his horse for his beloved horse, "See it! Levante is so great!"

Of course, Wensheng and Allardyce made some compliments, and Ferguson's mood was almost rising.

"Only the first one, Lord Sir is so happy?" Wen Sheng asked Allardyce in a low voice while Ferguson was still standing there and interacting with Jacob in the field.

Allardyce was speechless, "Silly! This is a bonus! You won't even know how to bet on horses, right?"

No wonder this old boy was so happy. It turned out that he had money to take it. No matter what, this would add to the excitement of the game!

Wensheng's family finally saw Levante up close. To be honest, the horse was tall and tall, but it looked too unpretentious. The hair was impure and the white was black. When it looked gray from a distance, it seemed that it was not clean.

Since it was the first time, Wensheng did not waste time. Ferguson was also very fond of being a teacher. He explained the interesting things about raising horses to Wensheng and encouraged Wensheng to raise one. Anyway, he knew that Wensheng was not short of money, and raising horses was not something that ordinary people could afford.

Wensheng had no interest in this, just listen happily, but he should forget it if he really went to play!
Chapter completed!