In the final moments of the match, despite Manchester United's desperate surge forward, Manchester City calmly dictated the tempo. With crisp, intelligent passing, they strangled the game, refusing to give the Red Devils even a single clear chance to threaten their goal.
When the referee blew the final whistle, the City supporters inside Old Trafford erupted in triumph.
Mourinho and the City coaching staff leapt from the touchline and sprinted onto the pitch, overcome with emotion. Across from them, Ferguson and his staff stood in silence, saying nothing, their eyes fixed on the grass in front of them.
"Nice result," Richard said, applauding as well.
It was a joy beyond comparison—more satisfying than if they had been out there playing themselves. The exhilaration lingered in the air, intoxicating and unforgettable, a feeling that refused to fade.
