The Three Lions have not won a tournament since Bobby Moore lifted the World Cup in 1966 but current international skipper Ferdinand has four Premier League medals and a Champions League with United.
The Red Devils fought back from two goals down to earn a point against Aston Villa on Saturday and central defender Ferdinand wants the same grit from his international team-mates.
He told the Daily Telegraph: 'That mentality (at United) comes from the confidence of winning. Winning things would help. But we (at England) have to get into the situation to win things. And the truth is, we haven't.
'Finding the formula, you could say, is part of management. The manager has it at Manchester United.
'You look at the game on Saturday. We're down, he sends on two attacking players and that puts you on the front foot.
'You respond to that. It stems from the manager, you don't want to go into the dressing room and face him if you've left something on the pitch.
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