Apparently, David Moyes sought guidance from Sir Alex Ferguson yesterday on the eve of the critical Champions League clash against Olympiakos.
The Manchester United manager met his predecessor in a darkened office. Ferguson sat on a leather executive chair and stroked a white cat. Moyes sat on the edge of the desk, constantly rubbing his eyes.
This is what the two men said to each other.
Moyes: Ah, Godfather, this Olympiakos game is perfect for me, perfect. I wouldn’t need to even coach, just be myself. An Olympiakos win would put me right back on top.
Ferguson: So? What’s the problem? Just win the game.
Moyes: But there’s no chance, no chance. I can’t win games, not after Liverpool. Ah, Godfather, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to.
(There is a slapping across the cheek sound.)
Ferguson: You can act like a man! Is this how a Manchester United manager turns out? A man who cries like a woman... “Oh, godfather, what can I do? I can’t beat Liverpool... Liverpool are the favourites”... What is this nonsense?