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Old Trafford Stadium.

In the 37th minute, Manchester United expanded its lead, Berbatov broke through and crossed, and Giggs scored the goal from behind.

2-0, Manchester United led Stoke City two goals.

"The Chelsea side is still 2-0," said McFerran, "The Villa side is 1-0."

Ferguson glanced at Ferran silently.

Two minutes later.

"Alex," said McFerran, "I think you should ask me about Villa's situation. Maybe you asked this time, did Blackburn score the goal there?"

Aston Villa scored the goal just after Ferguson finished asking.

McFerran complained that the old man asked, and Villa scored the goal, and it was all the old man who blamed him.

Ferguson hummed in anger and ignored Ferran.

"What's the score over Vila?" Ferguson asked helplessly when he saw the old friend's aggrieved look, without any lack of expectation in his heart.

"Uh-" McFerran glanced at Ferguson and said, "You just asked, and you scored the goal, now 2-0."

Ferguson's face turned red. If his eyes could kill people, Ferran had been sliced.

McPheran:ヨ(▔,▔)ㄏ.

At this moment, the Villa Park Stadium was like an erupting volcano, enthusiastic and unrestrained...

ps: Make up for the owed 1/15. Brothers, please give me a monthly ticket.
Chapter completed!