Chapter 62: We Want to Sign You

James lay on the ground and didn't get up for a long time. The ball www.biquge.info swiped through his fingertips, and as long as he was quick, he had a good chance of saving it. When the ball was in the net, he also heard the referee blow the whistle for the end of the game.

The other FC players also sat on the ground, and not far away were the figures of the United players celebrating the victory, but they could only sit here and swallow the bitter fruit of defeat, like a wounded wild cat silently licking its own wounds.

Marginson silently walked onto the pitch and gently hugged each of his players.

Li Qingshan didn't sit down, he stood on the small penalty area with his waist crossed, looking at the jubilant Manchester United fans around him, his eyes seemed to be gradually covered with a layer of fog. Knowing that Marginson walked up to him and hugged him gently.

"You did your best, Lee." Marginson said.

'The game is over and Manchester United won the game 3-2 at home to advance to the fifth round of the FA Cup. Zhang Jun's voice came from the direction of the screen, "Please allow me to pay my greatest tribute to FC United, who created the greatest myth in FA Cup history as a seventh-tier amateur team, beating Liverpool and even narrowly missing Manchester United at Old Trafford." Great game, great team, great players. ”

Listening to the narrator's sensational words, looking at the son who was holding back tears on the screen. Gao Meimei's mood also fell. It was the only time she watched a full football game, and she vaguely understood why her husband and son loved football so much.

Ferguson stood on the sidelines of the pitch and next to him was his assistant Rene Mulensting. According to the etiquette of a football match, after the game, the coaches of both sides should shake hands with each other and leave the field. But Maternson was only concerned with comforting his players, and did not think of this stubble.

Ferguson understands Marginson's mood right now, so he stood on the sidelines and waited for the manager of the opponent's game today. He wants to pay tribute to this amateur team.

Although he was furious when the team was formed, calling them "betrayals" to Manchester United, FC United's performance deserved his respect for this game alone.

"Rene, I've decided now."

Muhrensteen glanced at his boss, who still had the same red face, and he didn't know how long he had chewed the gum in his mouth.

"According to our scouting tracker over the past month, he has been consistent in the seventh division, but his shortcomings are also obvious. Mulenstin said.

"I understand, I have to say, his performance in this game won me over. I'm willing to give him a chance. Ferguson said, turning his head.

It wasn't until the FC United players got up from the grass one by one and silently turned around and walked towards the dressing room that Marginson saw Ferguson, who had been standing on the sidelines and waiting.

He straightened his bow tie and walked towards Ferguson with open hands.

"Carl, long time no see, you guys played a good game." Ferguson said, holding Marginson's hand.

He certainly knew the FC United manager, who was a die-hard Manchester United fan before becoming FC United manager, and he was also the head of a Manchester United fan club, barely missing a game before they decided to form another team.

"Your number nine striker is good." Ferguson continued.

"Lee is indeed a great lad." Marginson certainly knew who Ferguson was talking about.

"Can you do me a favor, Carl. Introduce me to this player. ”

Ferguson's words made Marginson stunned for a moment, Ferguson was interested in Li Qingshan? It was too much of an unexpected one. He thought that at most, some middle and lower teams in the Premier League would be interested, after all, Li Qingshan's ability is very suitable for survival in these teams where English style of play is prevalent.

As for leaving Li Qingshan, Marginson occasionally thought about it. But he knows that the small team of FC United cannot tolerate Li Qingshan, a big fish. Now there is a team like Manchester United who is willing to sign Li Qingshan, and it is Ferguson's personal decision, which is also good for his future.

"Of course, sir. But now Lee is our player. Although he knew that he couldn't keep Li Qingshan, Marginson still had to think about it for the whole team.

'Of course, of course, we are willing to pay a transfer fee for him.'

Ferguson's words surprised Marginson, Li Qingshan and FC United signed a professional contract, theoretically, as long as Li Qingshan agrees, he can immediately sign with Manchester United, but in practice, the exchange of players in amateur teams also needs to pay a little price to take the players away.

For example, if a professional team takes a fancy to the players of an amateur team, it will generally take away the players and give some compensation to the amateur team, usually dozens of soccer balls, some training equipment, training uniforms and the like. For example, when Nick left, he brought the team 40 training balls in compensation. Generally, the transfer fee is not paid directly. Ferguson is willing to pay a transfer fee for Li Qingshan, and as the head coach of FC United, he naturally can't ask for it.

FC United's players changed into clean clothes in the visitors' dressing room, making it even more silent in an already cramped room.

Marginson pushed the door and walked in, glanced at the depressed players around him, and finally his eyes fell on Li Qingshan, who was wiping his shoes.

"Li, you come out with me."

Li Qingshan raised his head to look at Marginson, nodded, put the shoes in his hand under his seat, and walked out of the locker room behind Marginson under the curious eyes of his teammates.

After reaching the door of a room, Marginson stopped.

"Lee, I want to thank you. Remember what I told you when you joined the team? ”

Hearing Marginson suddenly talk about this, Li Qingshan understood a little.

"Chief......" He was just about to say something, but was stopped by Marginson.

"Go in and see what you decide, the team will support you."

Looking at the thin-haired English uncle in front of him, Li Qingshan stepped forward and hugged him in his arms.

"Thank you, Chief......."

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Li Qingshan knocked them lightly, and a voice with a thick Scottish accent came from inside.

"Please come in!"

He pushed the door open and walked in, looking up to see a big man he didn't expect—Alex Ferguson

The legendary godfather of Manchester United and one of the greatest coaches of football time. He really didn't expect that it would be this big man who was waiting for such a nobody here.

"What's the matter, boy, am I an alien?" Seeing Li Qingshan looking at him dumbfounded, Ferguson said jokingly, not feeling the prestige of his hair dryer at all, but like an amiable old man.

Li Qingshan reacted and hurriedly closed the door: "Oh, oh, I just didn't expect ......"

"I didn't expect me to be waiting for you here? Hahahaha........." Ferguson laughed.

"Sit down, Chinese boy." He gestured to a chair in front of his desk. Li Qingshan carefully pulled out the chair and sat on the chair with his butt half-pulled. This was the first time he had talked to such a big man at such a close distance, and he was naturally a little nervous in his heart.

Ferguson stood on the other side of the desk, he also pulled out a chair and made it, put his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, looked at Li Qingshan and said.

"We want to sign you, lad."