1. Let's Make David Beckham Prettier!
As discussed, Fergie has no time for the metrosexual footballer of today. And no one embodies everything he hates more than one David "Becksy" Beckham. Becks in the late 90's and early 00's was Fergie's personal nightmare. He was dating a pop star, he had clothing deals and soft drink deals. He had magazine deals. He had deal deals. Beckham had become a brand, and it terrified the shit out of Sir Alex. When it seemed that the distractions were taking a toll on Beckham's game, Fergie quietly and tactfully pulled young David to one side and gave him some grandfatherly advice that yes, all this money and fame was great, but it's vacuous nonsense compared to a genuine love of the game. So get your head down boy and you'll be alright, he probably added with a wink and a loving pat on the back. With a face that smiled as if to say, "you young whippersnapper". Or maybe he didn't, and instead kicked a football boot squarely at David's handsome, handsome face in a fit of blind rage. The relationship between the two quickly deteriorated to the point that Becks left the club for Real Madrid and continued on his path to world domination, while Fergie replaced him with Ronaldo and created yet another team of greats. That's the thing about Fergie, and I say this as a man that doesn't support Man Utd. He knows when to let go the likes of Beckham, van Nistelrooy, Cantona etc. He recognises that every cycle has an end. And all it means is that something better can come from the ashes. Which must be what he is thinking right this second. That no matter how sad the United faithful are right now, Fergie's mindset of a new dawn on every horizon must be a great lesson to remember as we enter a post-Fergie world. So congratulations Sir Alex Ferguson. Enjoy that glass of red.