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Alex Ferguson

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Top 10 Sports Figures 2024

#10. Sir Alex Ferguson

#9. Mike McCarthy

#8. Barry Hinson

#7. Chip Kelly

#6. Jimmy Johnson

#5. Bill Belichick

#4. Sonny Dykes

#3. Mack Brown

#2. Terry Bowden

#1. Gary Patterson

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The offices belonging to various head coaches of football clubs: Arsene Wenger, Carlo Ancelotti, Luis Enrique, Pep Guardiola and Alex Ferguson (x).

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Alex Ferguson, footballeur anglais des Glasgow Rangers écoute un disque de Ray Conniff et son orchestre, 1967.

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Sir Alex Ferguson

Physique: Average Build Height: 5′ 11″ (180 cm)

Sir Alexander Chapman Ferguson CBE (born 31 December 1941-) is a Scottish former football manager and player, best known for managing Manchester United from 1986 to 2013. His time at the club has led to Ferguson being regarded as one of the most successful, admired and respected managers in the history of the game. Not to mention that he looks hot as hell.

During his 26 years with Manchester United he won 38 trophies, including 13 Premier League titles, five FA Cups and two UEFA Champions League titles. He was knighted in the 1999 Queen's Birthday Honours list, for his services to the game.

Obviously he has cute, sexy legs being a former athlete and all but the main attraction was his face. Handsome, soft and gentle looking. And the things I could do to those lips of his. He looks damn good in a suit, but seeing him in his sports/training outfits, you don't have to imagine him naked in order to get aroused. Then there's the attitude of his. Strict, shouty and a little violent. You just know this man would be good in bed. The kind of man I could spend hours with. Having him on his back, those nice legs in the air. Mmmmmm. Sorry, my imagination went into overdrive for a minute.

Ferguson lives in Wilmslow, Cheshire, with his wife and have three sons. He's also a self-described socialist. There isn't much else I can say about him. He's lovely looking and I'd love to fuck him.

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For the Neville to my Carragher @effervescentdragon

Clips from (in order): FA cup win 23/24 - EFL Cup win 22/23 - Premier League win 06/07 - Premier League win 07/08 - Premier League win 08/09 - Premier League win 10/11 - Premier League win 12/13 - FA Cup win 23/24 

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Sir Alex Ferguson of Manchester United with the FA Cup and Premiership Trophy at Victoria Station 1996 🥇🏆.

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RICK ASTLEY: The singer believes in the power of rocks, drinks cocktails, and would rather you didn't play his hits in the pub

Who would you be if you could swap places for a day? Alex Ferguson, the Manchester United manager. It would be good to get in there and sort things out.

Who was your childhood hero? Spartacus. I know it's a bit strange, but that's probably my favourite film of all time. I've watched it ... well, I don't know how many times. I love old movies, and would quite happily spend a whole Sunday afternoon watching them.

What's the first thing you do in the morning? Moan. I'm not fantastic at getting out of bed - I always want a few more minutes - but I have a 13-year-old daughter, Emilie, so most mornings we get up at ten to seven to get her ready for school.

What's the last thing you think about at night? Sex, usually. I also think about all the things I need to do the next day.

How often do you brush your teeth? At least twice a day - sometimes three or four if I've been at home drinking coffee all day.

Would you ever have cosmetic surgery? No, definitely not. I like the idea of growing old gracefully.

Which designer labels do you own? A few. I have some things by Prada but I don't like the fact that you can instantly see what it is because of the label. I wouldn't tend to wear designer clothes from head to toe: I'd perhaps wear a Prada jacket with Gap jeans.

Who are your favourite writers? My favourite is Martin Amis. He's got a very distinct view on life: he's really funny but in a cynical, dark way. I find myself laughing out loud quite often while reading his books.

What is your favourite building? The Louvre in Paris and the Colosseum in Rome. I couldn't pick just one.

Who did you last text? My wife, Lene. But it didn't say anything. I accidentally hit "send" and sent a blank message instead. It should have been about the lights we're getting fitted in our house. I always put kisses at the end of my texts to my wife, no matter what they're about.

City or country? Country. I live on the edge of London, so it's good to be able to get out into the countryside. I have a little boat, which I keep moored on the Thames, and I enjoy pottering about on that.

Skinhead or mullet? Mullet. I think a skinhead can look quite aggressive.

Pyjamas or au naturel? Au naturel, definitely.

Love is... Everything.

What do you believe in? Love. I'm not religious, but I also believe in an energy between humans and other elements of nature. I believe - a bit like the Native Americans - that there is an energy in everything, even rocks, but we as humans have ignored it for hundreds of year now. We've lost the ability to understand it.

What colour are your pants? White.

What have you loved and lost? My daughter's innocence. It's hard watching a child grow up and become cynical and wary.

What makes you blush? My own music. It's not that I'm embarrassed by my eighties stuff, but it's a little awkward when I'm in a bar with friends and some clown decides to put Never Gonna Give You Up on the jukebox.

What would be the soundtrack of your life? Burt Bacharach, Frank Sinatra, Nat "King" Cole, Al Green and Bill Withers.

What brings out the devil in you? Alcohol, especially vodka martinis and cosmopolitans.

Sum yourself up in five words. Oh, I'm not really sure. Rick Astley plays the Carling Academy, Glasgow, on Wednesday. His album Portrait is out now on Sony. SUSAN SWARBRICK

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Rio Ferdinand presented by Sir Alex Ferguson

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Alex Ferguson Scottish Former Soccer Manager

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Alex Ferguson

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'Fergie'

Featuring former Manchester United boss, Sir Alex Ferguson

It was 2am and after a night at my favorite jazz club, I was sitting in my car and about to go home. But then the figure of the former Manchester United boss, Sir Alex Ferguson, emerged from the darkness and what happened next changed the course of the whole night. We had earlier spent time chatting in Cape Town's Manenberg jazz restaurant after I approached Sir Alex and asked for an autograph for a friend's son.

I remember being surprised by this at the time. Ferguson was 82, already retired, almost a year after the death of his wife, Lady Cathy, who died aged 84 following 57 years of marriage to the former manager. In short, he had plenty on his plate already without being pestered for autographs by a flirty fanboy. And yet there he was, being heavily fawned over by me. I slip a business card of mine into his shirt pocket and pat it lovingly as I made contact with his warm body. Damn! Sir Alex's body is so sexy.

“For when you're in the mood for something different.” I said as I left, making sure I brush my hard bulge up against him.

Outside, I was shaking as I got to my car. Where did that confidence come from? I just touched my cock against a legend, I thought. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard, "Wait.”

I turn around to see Sir Alex walking briskly to catch up with me, "Where are you parked?”

No other words were spoken as I motioned him over, we got into my car, and I started the engine. As I pulled away down the street, I caught glances at Sir Alex ’s sexy body adjusting awkwardly in his seat. As I got to the end of the road, ready to turn left he said, "No, go right. My place. It's more private.”

Nodding in agreement, we arrived at the house a few minutes later after a silent drive. His house was impressive I thought as we both got out of the car and headed to the front door. Once inside, Sir Alex slips off his shoes and puts his keys away, like it’s his normal routine before walking off to another room leaving me to wonder my way in. I notice the trophies and photos on the wall; lots of him and his wife. When I finally made my way to the end of the hall, sitting in a chair sprawled out is Fergie.

My jaw drops as he waves me over. I notice his hand stroke his hard cock through his pants. Looks like a big one, I thought as I walked in front of The Man United legend. He spread his legs apart and pointed down.

“Get to work then.”

I can’t believe it. Sir Alex Ferguson, viewed by many as the greatest manager of all time, is telling me to get to work on his cock. I quickly stepped to him, pushing my face to his. He gives a shiver. Clearly, he’s nervous, but trying to hide it under his masculine facade as he lets me kiss him. That’s more than okay by me, cause its doing wonders as I reached behind his head and pulled it forward as I began a long hard kiss on his mouth. My hand fell to his crotch, feeling that girthy, long cock through the pants, it takes every muscle in my body not to rip his pants off then.

Wanting more, I lay against his body, rubbing my dick against his as I pushed my tongue in his mouth, and he gave a long satisfying moan. I knew he was mine now and I wanted to do the things to him I had imagined for years. I began to massage his chest and nipples over the shirt as he was now trying to lay back in the seat to let this go where we had both wanted it to go for so long.

My hands go for his shirt, skillfully unbuttoning it and running my hands all over his chest and ample belly. I gently kissed each sexy nipple before kissing my way down to his belt buckle. Once there, I began to undo the belt and open the pants that held my quarry confined and imprisoned. With his throbbing cock was bouncing up and down and needed to be held, I quickly stood up, took off my shirt and then freed my hungry cock from its confinement in my pants and underwear.

I dove onto his cock, putting his engorged tool in my mouth, generously filling it and causes my lips to stretch to accommodate it. That cock of his was like a drug as his manly scent fills my nose and sends me to overdrive. I pushed his legs further apart and ran my hand through the hair on his creamy white thighs as sucked his horny cock. I cupped my tongue around the shaft of his cock in my mouth and began to move my head up and down the whole length of his throbbing missile. I could feel the head against the roof of my mouth as I continued to lick and suck and caress the pulsing shaft.

I know he didn't get many blowjobs, if any, from his wife and my love of his perfect body was about to make him burst. He grabs the back of my head and trusts his cock in deeper somehow as he fucks my face. A dream come true; I thought as I felt his pace quicken. His breath does too. He arched his back, as he was about to launch us both to that place, we had both been longing to go. Then the big one hits. He roared and groaned as he fired off his beautiful canon. The first shot goes right down my throat. I pulled back, wanting to taste him. The second is somehow more than the first and it fills my mouth. The last lands over my face as his cock slips from my grasp.

Fergie was now lying still and peaceful as the tension of our love subsided. His eyes were closed, and he was catching his breath as he said, "Please don't let that be all."

As I lay on top of him, Fergie started to spread his legs underneath me and I knew we weren't finished. He wasn't going to go on with his "straight little life" the way I had thought this married man might want to. He wanted it to be more, and he was giving into his feelings. With my erection not subsided, I began to explore his luscious body with my hands.

Looking into each other's eyes, Fergie began to raise his legs, spread them even more. His thick, creamy white thighs were awesome to the touch as his 82 years had not diminished the athlete he once was. I put my hands underneath the beefy legs and raised them more, kissing each shin until his legs touched his chest. He cupped his hands on the back of his legs as I reached for his virgin ass, wetting a few of my fingers. We were still looking into each other's eyes as I got a finger inside him and started to massage his hole. He winced a little and closed his eyes as I took it slow and easy, opening him up.

When I thought he was ready, I raised up as he held his legs up so I could get to his horny hole. I grabbed my dick by the shaft and began rubbing the head up and down in his hairy crack. And as I started to push it into him, he groaned and grabbed me by the shoulders. I couldn't stop as the pleasure of him opening up and letting me sink my throbbing tool into him was too great. And when I was all the way in, Fergie dug his fingers into my back as I heard an "ah" escape his lips.

Finally, after all this time I was buried deep in this handsome man, enjoying the sensation of his virgin ass being wrapped around and squeezing my dick. Looking down, I saw he was hard again and for a man of his age was impressive as I began a rhythmic hip motion. I went in and out; in and out I was riding on a cloud from heaven. I pushed on his legs and tried to go deeper; I wanted him to enjoy giving into my pleasure. He looked up into my eyes and smiled as I continued to push in and out.

That warm sexy smile did it; I felt the tide coming and I went wild. I started to pump him harder and faster. Sensing I was near, Fergie asked me not to come inside him and I obliged by pulling out and finishing by shooting my load on his hot tummy and chest. His dick was still throbbing, and I put my mouth over it to finish this old man off.

The head was red and full on his fully erect penis. I was surprised that he achieved such a full and hard erection at his age. He had recovered fully from earlier and my attention to his dick was really turning him on.

Then without warning he grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down on it as far as I could take it. He began to pump his second load into my mouth. It wasn’t as big as the first, but I took it all and he screamed in ecstasy. It was fantastic to know I could give him so much pleasure. He gently released me and was still hissing through his teeth and breathing frantically.

"Oh god I needed that." He said as lay on top of him.

We stayed like this hugging and snuggling for awhile before I left after promising to see him again.

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Psychic TV, Godscar and Voodoo Acid Sound from the Unofficiail Relese The Revolution Will Be Televised, Not On Label (Physchic TV), Variety Arts - Los Angeles (1988).

Side A Has The Phrase "There Is No Message" Etched Into The Matrix. Side B Is Etched Artwork.

Los Angeles 1988

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