After announcing the starting lineup, Tiger King took a deep breath and looked around the room. His eyes gleamed with determination.
"The Premier League has finally started!"
He then turned to Ryan Giggs, the most experienced player in the squad, "Ryan, today marks the first league match of the 2013-14 season. Are you excited?"
Giggs, ever composed, simply shook his head. "It's okay."
Tiger King chuckled and gave him a light pat on the head. "Ah, I should've known better than to ask you that. After all, you've been through almost 20 league openers. But tell me, Ryan—since I'm the newcomer to Premier League management, can you take care of me today?"
Laughter erupted across the room. Even Giggs cracked a smile.
Tiger King then turned his attention to N'Golo Kanté, one of the team's summer signings, "Brother, maybe you and I have more in common—we're both Premier League rookies. Tell me, are you ready for your first game? If not, I can still find someone to replace you."
Kanté sat up straight, his eyes wide with alarm. "No, no! I'm ready! No problem at all!" he answered quickly, afraid that Tiger King might actually bench him.
Tiger King burst into laughter, "Relax, I was just messing with you! But I get it—first-time Premier League players like us might feel a bit nervous."
The mood in the room had shifted. The tension eased, replaced by smiles, laughter, and confidence. Tiger King knew that in just a few minutes, those players would step onto the field—not as individuals, but as a unit.
Tiger King took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the room. The air was thick with anticipation. Then, in a voice full of conviction, he spoke, "The Premier League has finally begun! This is the moment we've been waiting for."
He paused, letting his words sink in, "Look at the jersey you're wearing. Feel its weight. Understand what it represents. This is Manchester United. The club of legends. The home of champions. When you step onto that pitch, you don't just play—you carry the legacy of this badge on your chest!"
His eyes burned with intensity, "I want you to play football worthy of champions. Leave no doubt. Stomp on them with all your strength. It doesn't matter if the opponent is strong or weak—a lion gives everything, even when hunting a rabbit. I expect nothing less than your absolute best."
The players sat up straighter, their blood pumping.
"This is a new season, a fresh start—but our ambition remains the same. The treble is our goal. And today, in this opener, we send a message to the world: Manchester United means business."
His voice grew firmer, "I don't want us talking about our ambitions—I want us to show them. Let the world see a United they've never seen before. Let them feel our hunger. Let them fear our strength. We are not here to participate. We are here to dominate."
Tiger King took one last look at his team, his warriors.
"Now, go out there—and make a statement!"
As the players stormed out of the locker room, their energy radiating through the tunnel, Paul Scholes leaned against the doorframe with a smirk. Watching them march toward battle, he folded his arms and glanced at Mike Phelan.
"Still got it," he muttered, a knowing grin spreading across his face.