The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills

Chapter 547: Chapter 108: Unexpected Surprise! Domain Skills: Reverser! Wang Shuo’s Golden Ball Ranking! Ferguson and Wenger Fight Over Him

"Hello, Wang. It’s a pleasure to see you here."

"Hello, Professor." Wang Shuo was a bit surprised to see Wenger, but it was more of a pleasant surprise.

He was a big fan of Arsenal’s style of football.

"I’ve heard a lot about you from many people. I’ve been wanting to find an opportunity to meet the super scorer who racked up an insane 31 goals in the first half of the Bundesliga season."

Wang Shuo smiled humbly and nodded his thanks.

"You may not know this, but back when you were playing for Mainz, Leman actually recommended you to me."

"Is that so?" Wang Shuo acted a little surprised.

But in truth, he wasn’t surprised at all.

He knew very well that this was just Wenger’s opening gambit to strike up a conversation.

"Yes, and I would never lie about football. For years, we at the Emirates Stadium have been desperately waiting for an ’Emir’ to arrive."

As he said this, Wenger’s eyes were fixed on Wang Shuo, repeatedly sending a clear signal.

Wang Shuo got the message, but he had no intention of taking the bait.

But just as Wenger’s voice faded, a loud laugh erupted from nearby, followed by someone teasing Wenger in English with a slight regional accent. "Arsene, look at you, you’re scaring the kid."

Wang Shuo turned his head and saw that it was, of all people, the red-nosed Ferguson.

At that moment, the Manchester United manager’s sharp, eagle-like eyes were locked firmly on Wang Shuo.

"If Laubal or Watzke heard you, would you say this counts as illegally tapping up a player?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuo immediately fell silent on the sensitive topic.

’These two titans are clashing. I can’t afford to get involved!’

"You think it counts? He and I were both invited by FIFA to attend the FIFA awards ceremony. We meet and chat for a bit, and you’re going to report me to FIFA for tapping up a player?"

"Well then, look at all the people here. Go ahead and report every single one of them!"

Ferguson laughed and said shamelessly, "I don’t care about the others. I’m just watching you!"

"Oh, save it. I was just discussing football and tactics with Wang, that’s all."

"Give me a break. Your football theories? Arsene, do you know why you haven’t won a title in so many years? It’s because we play football, not that pile of theories and formulas in your head, understand?"

At this, Wenger clearly got fired up too. "Football is a science of time and space! It can be deconstructed with mathematics!"

"Mathematics? Science?"

Ferguson laughed again. "You know? On the morning of December 13th, I took a coin and flipped it. I made a guess which side would come up, and heh heh... I guessed the side that would beat you."

Wang Shuo silently enjoyed the show from the sidelines.

’December 13th?’

’Oh, right. I remember now.’

It was Matchday 17 of the Premier League. Manchester United hosted Arsenal at home.

At the time, the Premier League table looked like this:

After a series of losses, Ancelotti’s Chelsea had not only given up their top spot but had also plummeted to third place.

Arsenal was at the top of the table with 32 points.

Manchester United, having played one less game due to Champions League and cup commitments, had 31 points.

Under these circumstances, Arsenal wanted to defeat Manchester United, but an away draw would have also been an acceptable result.

But to everyone’s surprise, the final result was a 1-0 victory for Manchester United over Arsenal.

After that match, Manchester United leapfrogged Arsenal to claim the top spot on the league table.

So, upon hearing Ferguson’s remark, Wenger’s composure completely shattered.

"All you know how to do is pressure the referee! That’s your specialty!"

"And another thing! If you hadn’t deliberately ruined the pitch at Old Trafford Stadium before the match, severely affecting our passing, do you really think you could have won?"

Seeing Wenger get so worked up, Ferguson didn’t get angry. Instead, he just chuckled. "See? You can always find an excuse."

"Let me tell you something, Arsene. The biggest difference between you and me is that when I lose a match, I admit it. But you’re always making excuses and shifting the blame."

Wenger really couldn’t take it anymore.

Finally, having had enough, he gave a cold snort and turned to leave.

Before he left, however, he still asked Wang Shuo for his phone number.

And Ferguson, standing to the side, also took out his phone and jotted it down.

"Don’t you look at me like that, Arsene. I just think it would be a real shame for an outstanding kid like Wang to go to a team that can’t win any trophies!"

"Look at all these years—who have you ever managed to keep?"

Wenger looked like he was about to explode with rage.

"If I had a gun, I’d kill you right now!"

After saying that, Wenger stomped off in a huff.

Ferguson laughed innocently. "Pathetic! He even has to plagiarize me when he’s trying to be angry!"

Wang Shuo stifled a laugh, barely managing to hold it in.

He had never imagined that these two world-class managers would be like this in private.

’Doesn’t everyone in the industry say they have a good relationship in private?’

’How did they end up fighting like this the moment they met today?’

"Wang, don’t mind him. I’ll buy him a drink in a few days, and he’ll be fine," Ferguson said nonchalantly.

Wang Shuo still remained noncommittal.

’What could he say?’

But after seeing Wenger off, Ferguson glanced around like a thief, making sure no one was eavesdropping on them before he turned back to Wang Shuo.

"Listen, son. I’ve managed Cantona. I’ve managed Ronaldo. I’ve managed a lot of superstars. And right now, a spot has been cleared for you in the Manchester United dressing room!"

After a pause, Ferguson added, "The Bundesliga certainly has an excellent environment for developing stars, but the Premier League... that’s the most captivating, most soul-stirring stage in the entire world!"