Fabrizio Romano ✅ @FabrizioRomano
🚨 EXCLUSIVE: Manchester United are in direct contact with Cristiano Ronaldo’s camp over a sensational return. 🔴🇵🇹 #MUFC
Discussions ongoing—Man Utd board pushing hard to make it happen. Contract details being worked on.
More to follow. ⏳
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MizuKen 🏆 @MizuKen10Wait first... Ten Hag?? Now the GOAT is coming to United? Are you playing with ? MAN UNITED IS SO BACK.3.2K Likes ❤️ 409 Retweets 🔁
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Fabrizo stood there, staring at his screen in utter disbelief as his page blew up within minutes. The sheer scale of engagent left him blown away. His eyes widened as he saw famous celebrities comnting under his post. At that mont, only one thought consud his mind—"I need my account back."
Turning urgently towards Francesco, he called out, his voice laced with desperation and frustration. "Francesco, please! Whatever you do, I need this account back now!"
As if delivering salvation, Francesco responded with exactly what Fabrizo wanted to hear. "I’m done, boss. It’s workinggg now," he said, dragging out the last word for emphasis.
Hearing those words, Fabrizo wasted no ti. He rushed straight to his laptop, where he normally handled such matters. While he primarily used his phone, he felt relieved he hadn’t done so today. If his laptop had crashed under the weight of this sudden traffic, he shuddered to think what could have happened to his phone. Watching the chaos unfold, a single thought crossed his mind—"I need a burner account." He couldn’t afford to rely on a worker’s phone to check such situations in the future. As stressful as this experience was, deep down, he hoped it would happen again.
Handing Lucas’ phone to Francesco, he instructed, "Help give this back to Luca." Then, turning his attention back to his laptop, he began working imdiately. First, he checked his ssages, then started comnting and liking posts from the various celebrities who had engaged with him.
anwhile, in the heart of Manchester, inside the iconic Old Trafford stadium, within the highest office where the club’s most critical decisions were made, another monuntal discussion was underway. Five n occupied the boardroom, though only one truly commanded the room.
The first was Robert Leitão, a high-ranking board mber overseeing the club’s financial dealings. Seated next to him was John Hooks, another influential figure within the club’s upper echelons. The third man was Manu Sawhney, holding another crucial position in the club’s structure. Despite their prestigious titles, these n served mostly as background figures in this eting. The real power dynamic played out between two n—Ed Woodward, Manchester United’s CEO, and, above all, Joel Glazer, one of the club’s owners and chairman.
Joel Glazer sat at the head of the table, and in this room, he was king. His words were law. After years of taking a hands-off approach, his brother’s recent success with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers had ignited a fire within him. Jealousy fueled his ambitions. His brother had acquired Tom Brady—a living legend, widely regarded as the greatest in his sport—and with that move, the Buccaneers transford into champions. Now, Joel wanted to replicate that success. But instead of Brady, he sought his own footballing legend, a man many considered the greatest of all ti. This eting was to finalize that decision.
"Well, what do we have? What’s Juventus saying?" Joel asked, eager to get this over with. He wasn’t accustod to being this involved, and he disliked it. But in his mind, he firmly believed in the saying—if you want sothing done right, do it yourself. He didn’t trust anyone in the room to get it right. To him, the only competent person present was Ed Woodward. The rest? They were rely here because of who their parents were and the financial entanglents their families shared with the Glazers.
Ed, seeing his boss’s determination, sighed before responding. "Sir, Juventus is asking for 20 million euros plus an additional 10 million in add-ons if he scores a certain number of goals."
Even as Ed uttered the words, he found them difficult to believe. Shaking his head slightly, he continued, "That’s crazy. I’m trying to negotiate them down—maybe to 10 million plus 5 million in add-ons. He’s Cristiano Ronaldo, yes, still one of the best goalscorers in the ga. But he’s 35 years old—soon to be 36. They’re insane if they think we’ll agree to that price."
But the next words out of Joel Glazer’s mouth stunned him.
"Accept it."
Ed’s head snapped up, disbelief etched across his face. "What? Sir, how can I accept this? He’s 35 years old! This is insane—30 million for him? Sir, we just need to be patient. Juventus is playing hardball. Given ti, I’m sure I can bring them down to 15 million, maybe even 10!"
Desperation crept into Ed’s voice as he pleaded, but Joel remained unmoved.
"Just accept it. I also want us negotiating with Ronaldo before the end of today. I have sothing more pressing to discuss here."
Ed stared at his boss, realization dawning upon him. Juventus wasn’t crazy. They had simply recognized that Manchester United was willing to act like fools. He kept his thoughts to himself, unwilling to risk openly criticizing Joel’s decision.
Then, Joel spoke again. "My brother got Brady, and his entire team changed. But I’m not stopping at just Ronaldo—I also want the future."
With that, he turned to Robert. "Show him the file."
Robert nodded, retrieving a folder and handing it to Ed. As Ed opened it, his eyes widened in shock. The file contained a single player profile and key details. Seeing the na, his astonishnt deepened.
Then, Joel’s voice cut through the silence. "I need him to arrive before the start of next season. He’s exactly what we need."
Ed was floored. He knew Joel wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about football, so for him to pinpoint this specific player was nothing short of astonishing.
While Ed admired the player’s talent—considering him a generational talent—he still had concerns. "Sir, the amount of money we’d need to sign soone like him is astronomical. I don’t think we can pull this off."
Before Joel could respond, Robert interjected. "The boss has agreed to fund this transfer himself."
Ed’s eyes widened. "What?!"
His shock was justified. Joel despised spending his own money on the club. He was all about taking from it, never giving back. And yet, now, he was personally financing a transfer?
Still, Ed had another concern. "Even so, what about Financial Fair Play? Signing soone like him could push us past our spending limit."
Once again, Robert answered. "We didn’t spend much this transfer window. Additionally, we’ll secure a major brand deal to balance the books. Financially, this can work."
Ed still had one more question. "Wait. What about Erik? Have we inford him about this? First Ronaldo, now this? If we start making signings without his input, it won’t sit well. We also agreed to give him transfer rights."
Robert, ever prepared, responded smoothly. "Our contract with Erik hasn’t been fully notarized yet. These signings count as pre-existing decisions, which don’t break our agreent. And, honestly, who would reject Ronaldo and a player like this?"
Ed stared at the file, his mind racing. Could this actually work? Was the boss serious? The thought of acquiring such a talent filled him with exhilaration. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of sothing special.
"Ed," Joel called out, snapping him back to reality. eting his boss’s gaze, he saw sothing unfamiliar conviction. Gone was the usual indifference or montary anger. Joel was serious.
"I know things haven’t been easy," Joel began. "I know you’ve felt abandoned, like you’ve been left to steer this ship alone. But I an to change that. I am here now, and I am committed. We will bring Manchester United back to its forr heights. And I have faith that together, we will make this club great again."
A slow smile spread across Ed’s face. "Don’t worry, boss. I promise—I’ll get it done. Give one week, and he’ll be wearing red."
Laughter filled the room as the n envisioned the resurrection of Manchester United. But not everyone shared in their joy.
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