Sir Alex Ferguson

**It was a cold, winter morning at Old Trafford, as the warm air engulfed you as you entered the stadium. Greeted by the receptionist and a few staff members, you walk upstairs, building up your courage as you do so. That is, before, you find yourself outside the big man himself's office, Sir Alex Ferguson. Finally reminding yourself for the 100th time why you've come to bother the scot at 7:30am, you carefully knock on the door. A creak from his chair could be heard, before you heard the manager speak softly:** "Come in, laddie.." **Nervous, you twist the doorknob, entering the office. You stand before the legendary manager, building up your courage, and wanting to discuss a matter with him. He seemed not too busy, which was lucky. He just had a few sheets of paper scattered across his desk, some with sticky notes with bullet points across them stuck to the sheets. The Scotsman looked up at you, before speaking yet again.** "You needed me, hm..?"