Ferguson sat in the car, watching the bustling streets of Manchester with a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

"Are we really letting Ronny go?" asked assistant coach Mike Phelan beside him.

Ferguson turned his head. "Yes! I've made up my mind!"

Mike Phelan pursed his lips. "Actually, we could build a whole new squad around Ronny. He could succeed at Manchester United too!"

"Remember the Champions League final in May?" Ferguson asked.

Mike Phelan nodded. "Yes, I remember!"

Ferguson looked distracted. "In that match, there were some issues with the substitutions, and also with the tactical setup. The old me wouldn't have made those mistakes, but in that match, I just couldn't get myself together. My body was telling me I had reached my limit!"

"Mike!" Ferguson said softly. "I'm 70 years old. I can't work like I'm 50 anymore. My mind and body are aging. I have confidence in Manchester United, but I've lost confidence in myself. If it were ten years ago, I would have told Ronny, 'Stay, I'll give you everything you want!' But now, I can't do that."

"Last season, Real Madrid won the treble. Suker is charging towards his fourth Ballon d'Or. Messi also has one Ballon d'Or, but Ronny doesn't have any yet!" Ferguson said, pursing his lips. "That kid! He deserves a Ballon d'Or!"

Mike Phelan opened his mouth, then slowly sighed.

"It seems you've already made your decision."

"Yes! I've thought it through."

Mike Phelan continued, "But why not accept the offer? £100 million should be enough, right? If it's for Ronny's sake, shouldn't he transfer earlier?"

Hearing this, Ferguson's expression turned cold.

"It's all because of that idiot Mendes!" Ferguson narrowed his eyes. "He's too impatient. Bayern's transfer fee was offered readily, but there were no substantial related clauses. Mendes can't wait to tap into the Bundesliga player market and wants to use Ronny's influence to further expand his recruitment efforts in Germany."

"He's treating Ronny like a commodity for sale, trying to push through the transfer as quickly as possible without securing enough benefits for Ronny."

A cold glint flashed in Ferguson's eyes. "Since his agent isn't taking care of it, I should do something for Ronny."

"I don't really understand," Mike Phelan said.

Ferguson turned to look at him.

Mike Phelan had been diligent since joining Manchester United's coaching staff in 2001, taking over as assistant coach from Queiroz in 2008.

Mike Phelan was hardworking, full of energy, and had decent tactical knowledge.

But he lacked a certain shrewdness and wasn't very sensitive to some things.

"Think about Bayern's current forward line!" Ferguson said. "Robben, Mandžukić, and Ribéry!"

"This combination is performing well, but not at its peak. I don't want Ronny to transfer hastily and sacrifice his characteristics to play as a center forward. He should operate on the wings and through the center. So, his competitors would be Ribéry or Robben!"

"Right now, Bayern isn't desperate enough. Even though they really want to win the Champions League, that mindset isn't urgent enough!"

"Even if Ronny transfers, he isn't going to Bayern to be a utility player. He needs a fixed position. I will discuss this with Mendes to create more advantages for Ronny, preferably written into the contract so he can take the initiative!"

Mike Phelan suddenly understood. "So, you're not holding Ronny back, you're holding Bayern Munich back?"

"Exactly!" Ferguson nodded. "Bayern Munich is in great form now, highly competitive. With the returns from German youth training, the entire league is developing rapidly. Both Bayern Munich and Dortmund are moving in a positive direction."

"Mendes' choice isn't wrong! In the future, if any team can threaten Real Madrid and Barcelona, it will definitely be Bayern Munich!"

"The reason for delaying the transfer is to tell Bayern Munich!"

Ferguson said solemnly:

"It's not Ronny begging them for a transfer; it's them begging Ronny to join!"

"The best terms! The best position! The clearest attitude!"

"I couldn't win a Ballon d'Or for this child, so I must arrange his future even better!"

Mike Phelan asked, "But are you sure that after this season, Bayern Munich will desperately pursue Ronny?"

Ferguson smiled at this. "Because Real Madrid will give Ronny a push! Bayern Munich is ambitious and wants to reach the summit of Europe, but on this path, there is a mountain called 'Real Madrid' standing before the finish line. Barcelona couldn't overcome it; current Bayern Munich has even less hope!"

"Faced with failure! Bayern Munich won't give up. They will increase their stakes and seek stronger players to join! Then, Ronny will take the initiative! After all, at this stage, the players who can threaten Suker, besides Messi, are Ronny!"

Mike Phelan: "According to what you said, even if Ronny joins Bayern Munich, they will still face the threat of Real Madrid. Can Ronny really defeat Suker at Bayern?"

He paused, then said; "After all, he couldn't do it at Manchester United!"

Ferguson smiled at this. "Real Madrid is a historic team. A historic team cannot be defeated by external forces, at least not in this era. However, Real Madrid also has a weakness!"

"Real Madrid's weakness?"

"Correct! That weakness is called Mourinho!"

Ferguson said; "He is a brilliant coach. I admit he has tactical talent and the ability to win, but at the same time, he is also a troublemaker!"

"Do you know how to defeat Mourinho's team?"

"How?" Mike Phelan asked curiously.

Ferguson smiled. "The answer is to do nothing!"

Mike Phelan was stunned; he didn't understand. Just then, the phone rang.

Ring ring ring!!!

Mike Phelan immediately answered the phone. His expression faltered slightly, then he hung up.

"What is it?"

Ferguson asked.

Mike Phelan sighed. "This year's Ballon d'Or is Suker's again. Real Madrid defeated Porto 3:1 to win the UEFA Super Cup. They've won their fifth title!"

Ferguson's expression stiffened slightly. He turned to look out the window again, sighing inwardly:

This era!

Can any player still hold their head high?

Even with Ferguson's experience, he couldn't help but curse.

"What a damn fucking era!"

Monaco, Stade Louis II.

The entire stadium was boiling!

Tens of thousands of traveling Real Madrid fans witnessed the moment Real Madrid won their fifth title.

Since last season, Real Madrid had been charging forward. They showed brilliant performances: a treble in one season, two titles the next season, making five titles in total.

At this glorious moment, Real Madrid fans were naturally ecstatic.

They had witnessed Real Madrid's low moment, failing to win the Champions League for nine consecutive years, even stumbling at the Round of 16 for five of those years.

The league was also stumbling!

The Copa del Rey didn't have enough prestige.

It could be said that period was extremely low for them.

Real Madrid is rich!

They are the team with the most Champions League honors.

But during that time, they were called 'fallen giant, 'commercial team', 'stacking stars for fun', and many other nicknames.

After surviving those years, they finally welcomed that ray of light in 2009!

A player named Suker arrived at the Bernabéu.

He seemed to belong to Real Madrid. With unparalleled performance and fighting spirit, he won championship after championship and honor after honor for Real Madrid.

In just two seasons, Suker contributed seven titles to Real Madrid.

Including one Champions League title!

With such performances, how could they not love him, not go crazy for him?

Suker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!—

Suker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!—

Suker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!—

The whole stadium shook.

Tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans chanted Suker's name. On this night in Monaco, Suker's name echoed through the sky.

Suker walked on the pitch, constantly waving to the stands.

The cameras closely followed Suker, capturing his every detail.

It could be said that at this moment, Suker held the world's attention.

In the VIP box.

Florentino constantly exchanged pleasantries with the various people who came to congratulate him.

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations on your fifth title!"

"Congratulations to you!"

"What a brilliant match!"

Amidst the congratulations, Florentino's mouth split into a wide, happy grin.

Turning around, Florentino looked down at the players celebrating with the trophy on the pitch, his chest filled with pride.

That's right!

Real Madrid is on the right path.

Florentino's eyes gleamed as he looked at Suker.

Yes, his decision was correct.

This is what a superstar leading Real Madrid to historical peaks should look like.

And it was under his push that Suker joined Real Madrid.

The better Suker performed, the more praise Florentino would receive.

"Five titles! Five titles! Five titles!"

Suker carried the trophy at the front, walking with a swagger, acting like a big shot.

The Real Madrid players found this scene amusing.

But they understood Suker because they were also incredibly happy at this moment.

Five titles!

Absolutely a historical moment!

And it wasn't just five titles; winning the Club World Cup would unlock the historic sextuple achievement.

So far, only Barcelona had unlocked this achievement, making Guardiola's debut peak.

Now, Real Madrid would also claim this honor.

That's right! suppression couldn't be one-sided; it had to be absolute, the kind that couldn't be refuted.

Suppress in data!

Suppress in honors!

Even team honors too!

Thinking this, Suker kissed the trophy

Wait! In a few months, there will be another trophy to keep you company!

"S-Suker..." Bale suddenly spoke.

Suker turned to look.

Bell looked at him expectedly:

"Let me hold it!"

"Huh?" Suker was stunned, looking confused. "Hold what?"

Bale looked longingly at the trophy.

Suker suddenly understood.

Damn it!

Misunderstood!

"Here you go!"

Suker shoved the trophy at Bale, who held it, looking left and right, utterly enchanted.

After all, since turning professional, this guy hadn't won a single trophy along the way.

Tottenham's trophy-less attribute could infect players.

For example, a certain future English striker—what a tragedy!

Suker walked straight to the interview area.

Instantly, microphones were thrust in front of him.

Reporters clamored to ask questions.

In his good mood, Suker smiled. "One at a time, everyone will get a chance!"

"Hello, Suker, I'm from"Kicker". First, congratulations on winning the UEFA Super Cup. What are your thoughts on this honor? This is also your fifth title. Is Real Madrid also aiming for a sixth title?"

Regarding the reporter's question, Suker smiled:

"Since we've won the fifth title, I don't think anyone would give up on the sixth."

"As for thoughts, I don't really have many. I'm just very happy. After a season of hard work and great teamwork, we've won these honors. This trophy belongs to everyone at Real Madrid!"

Another reporter from Spain's"Marca"asked:

"With Real Madrid defeating Barcelona nine times, many say La Liga has entered an era of dominance? What are your thoughts on this?"

Suker pondered for a moment:

"First, La Liga is a league rich in content, with teams of various styles, like us, Barcelona, and Atlético Madrid. I think one season of success isn't enough for us to become arrogant. As you know, Real Madrid is the best club. We must harbor even bigger dreams."

A"The Sun"reporter asked: "There are reports that Real Madrid is in contact with Cristiano. How do you evaluate this player?"

Suker blinked. "Where did this news come from?"

"Uh... from relevant sources?"

"Which relevant sources?"

"Just... just..." The Sun reporter stammered under Suker's probing.

Suker rolled his eyes inwardly.

Fabricating baseless news to trick players into talking.

"The Sun"had used this tactic many times in England, but those straightforward guys kept falling for it, which was quite funny.

Suker smiled and waved his hand. "That's all for today..."

Watching Suker leave, the reporters who didn't get to ask questions were furious.

"What kind of crap question did you ask!"

"Shouldn't The Sun be publishing in toilets? What are you doing here!"

"Bastard! Look what you've done!"

The reporters were furious.

A rare chance to interview Suker was wasted just like that.

Suker swaggered into the locker room, where it was already in a mess.

Casillas led the champagne spraying.

Even Florentino was celebrating with them.

Florentino stood on the periphery, smiling and clapping. The old man wanted to join in but didn't know how.

As the president, he had to maintain dignity.

Besides, no player was bold enough to joke around with him.

However, there happened to be one guy who was bold enough.

Florentino smiled watching the players jump and celebrate when he felt someone sling an arm over his shoulder.

Florentino's first reaction was to frown. He turned his head and then showed a chrysanthemum-like smile.

"Suker! Congratulations."

"Congratulations to you too, old man!" Suker patted Florentino's shoulder. "See? Seventh title. Find time to renovate the trophy room. I'll get you a few more this year!"

Hahahahahahahaha!!

Florentino couldn't help but laugh heartily.

"This is truly a happy investment. Don't worry, I'll renovate the trophy room beautifully, waiting for more championship trophies to arrive."

Suker nodded.

"Let's go!"

With that, Suker pushed aside his teammates in front.

"Make way! Make way! The protagonist is here!"

Everyone turned to look. They were astonished to see Suker with his arm around Florentino's shoulder walking over.

They looked at each other. Usually, they were trembling just shaking hands with Florentino, let alone daring to sling an arm around his shoulder like Suker.

Suker took the trophy from Casillas and shoved it at Florentino, then picked up a champagne bottle from the side.

Suker pressed down on the champagne cork, winking. "Mr. Pérez, need I say more?"

Florentino smiled and nodded. He suddenly raised the trophy and shouted loudly; "We are champions!!—"

Pop!

A crisp sound.

Champagne showered down from above.

Amidst the rich aroma, the players looked at each other.

What are you waiting for?

The boss is holding the trophy; cheer!

Whoooooooooosh!!!!!!!!!—

Instantly, the locker room bursting again.

Florentino walked out of the locker room. His suit was slightly damp, his hair a bit messy, and he carried a faint smell of alcohol and fragrance.

But he still wore a bright smile, clearly very happy.

No one dislikes honors.

No one dislikes being the protagonist.

Florentino was especially so.

In the past, he always celebrated on the outermost edge, leaving the center and spotlight to the players, not wanting to steal the show.

But that didn't mean he didn't have such desires.

It was just that no one gave him a push!

But Suker dared to do it!

No choice, Florentino saw Suker through rose-tinted glasses!

"Whew~~~" Florentino exhaled, walking out of the stadium, unable to help but sigh; "Being with young people makes me feel young too."

The smile on his face grew even brighter.

"Making some noise like this occasionally isn't bad either!"

The secretary nodded respectfully, but his mind was racing. It seemed he needed to reposition Suker's status at Real Madrid.