Half-Time Break – Manchester United Locker Room
Ferguson stopped talking, and the locker room fell silent again. But beneath the quiet, an undercurrent of tension brewed. After a while, the sound of heavy breathing grew louder. The gaffer knew the moment was right.
"Well, lads, we can't win this match on hot blood alone. We still need to use our brains." He tapped the tactical board. "I think we all know what kind of football City plays. So—who's going to try showing off fancy footwork in front of them? No one? Good."
"In the first half, they pressed us hard all over the pitch. Their results were excellent, and we couldn't react well. But the second half is destined to be our time. Use the width of the field. Move more. Play direct passes. Keep it straightforward. They want to trap us in midfield—don't give them the chance. Break through quickly, and if they want to counter, we'll counter them." Ferguson then looked at Gary Pallister and Teddy Sheringham, both on the bench.
