Be under no illusion, this manipulative, bullying, self-centred man knows precisely what he's doing. As Roy Keane recently said, Ferguson cares about himself, not the club he represents.
He'll sit there while his team are being destroyed on the pitch and instead of strutting about in the technical area like a demented peacock, bawling at anyone within earshot -like he used to do - he'll just sit there with that helpless look on his bloated, corporate features hoping everyone will say: "Poor, poor Fergie. It's not his fault. It's those nasty Yanks that won't give him the money he wants."
Ferguson knows exactly how to play the media (he's been doing it for a quarter of a century, after all), and this is all he's doing now. Playing to the theatre like some ham actor in a 1930's melodrama. Playing the role of the innocent, slightly bewildered good guy while the Glazers play the villains of the piece, twiddling their moustaches whilst tying the damsel in distress to the railroad tracks.
But this is not a twopenny drama, this is real life, and Fergie is the real pantomine villain: slowly destroying everything at the club that pay his wages.
