In the players' corridor, in a relatively hidden corner, Ferguson finally blocked Fang Jue after waiting for the players to pass.

The angry Ferguson questioned Fang Jue, if he treated a player in such a cruel way, wouldn’t he feel guilty if he ruined a genius?

Fang Jue knew that the old man in Scotland was really angry and lost his mind, otherwise he would not have said such words to question him.

"This is a genius from Manchester United, not Villa." Fang Juecai was not afraid of Ferguson. He had no psychological burden on this matter. What's wrong with your Manchester United genius? You can't beat or scold you?

He makes sense wherever this matter is put. The old man made unreasonable trouble after his anger.

The old Scottish man looked at Fang Jue who stared at him without any hesitation. After listening to this, he knew that he was angry and impatient...

However, Ferguson would not admit his mistake.

"Hmph." The old man snorted.

"I'll tell you, Fang, I'm very angry."

"Besides, I will help you train players, and you still have to thank me."

The two of them spoke almost at the same time.

Then, the two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

The first thought in Fang Jue's mind was: To start first, be strong? Knock the old man down with one punch?

Fortunately, he did not lose his mind.

At the same time, Fang Jue saw the old Scottish man with a state visible to the naked eye, his face flushed and his nostrils were breathing heavily.

This reminded him of the angry old bird.

Damn it!

The old man is really going to explode!

Fang Jue turned around and ran without saying a word.

Sure enough, a whimper was heard behind his ears, and the old Scottish man waved his old fists and chased him.

"asshole!"

"Calm down! Jazz!"

"Stop it!"

"No!"

The staff of both sides in the locker room corridor of Old Trafford Stadium stopped and looked at the scene, everyone was stunned...
Chapter completed!