"I'll say it again. Mind your own business." Collymore gritted his teeth and stared at Tony Twain in a very unfriendly manner. "That bastard hit me. I'm going to make him pay!"
Twain laughed. "Are you talking about yourself, Mr. Collymore?"
Collymore had called Wood a bastard because he could tell at a glance that Wood was a mixed-race person. But he had forgotten that he was not a purebred person either …
Twain's sarcasm was equivalent to adding fuel to the fire. Collymore threw a punch at Twain without a care, but his fist was easily caught by him. Although he used to be a strong and powerful professional athlete, Collymore, who had been indulging in debauchery for many years, was no longer as brave as he used to be. He was now just an empty shell. He looked good, but in reality, he was empty inside.
"Don't forget where this is, Mr. Collymore. This is the youth team's training base. It's my territory. You're just the manager of the First Team. You can't control me. "Twain held Collymore's fist in his palm. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free. "Wood is my man. If you want to touch him, you'll have to ask for my permission. Have you asked for my permission? Mr. … Collymore? "Twain's fingers exerted a little force, and Collymore's expression turned ugly.
Seeing the conflict here, the fans who had been surrounding the barbed wire flocked over. John asked enthusiastically, "Tony, are you in trouble?"
"No, I'm not in trouble." Twain loosened his grip. Collymore groaned and covered his fist.
At this moment, everyone recognized the First Team manager who had his back to them. "Ah! Look who this is? Mr. Stanley Collymore! "Bill screamed, causing the surrounding crowd to boo.
"Oh, oh, oh! Collymore! Oh, oh, oh! While we are sighing in the stands, he is making love on the bed of girlfriend number N's house! "The fans sang their own song loudly. Twain had heard the fans sing this song in the stands of the City Ground Stadium before. When he first heard it, he was shocked. After a few lines, he could not help but sing along. There was no helping it. The tune was too catchy.
"Oh … My dear, the team lost again. I'm so sad! How sad! Comfort me! "Bill" sorrowfully "pounced on Fat John, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Seeing Collymore being ridiculed by the crowd, Tang En recalled the scene when he first arrived in this world. In the blink of an eye, almost a year had passed. He had already been accepted and welcomed by these people. Now, it was Collymore's turn to be unlucky.
"You bastards …" Collymore, who had been provoked again and again, clenched his fists as he waited for the singing and dancing fans. It seemed that he was going to pounce on the fans and start a scuffle.
"This is great news! The Nottingham Forest manager, Stan Collymore, molested the mother of a youth team player, beat up the youth team director, and insulted the fans … Tomorrow's newspaper sales would surely hit a new high. I'm Pierce Brosnan, a reporter from the Nottingham Evening Post. May I ask Mr Stanley Collymore if the team's poor results have anything to do with you spending too much time in bed? " Pierce Brosnan, who was with the team for the interview, was also standing in the circle. He was clearly taking pictures with his phone.
Collymore reflexively covered his face with his hands. He knew that he was in deep trouble today. He had only come to watch the youth team's match out of boredom. He did not expect things to turn out this way.
He looked at the unfriendly faces of the people surrounding him and knew that he would not be able to get away with it today. He might as well throw out some tough words and sneak away. "Pierce Brosnan? Don't expect my team to accept your interview! "
"It doesn't matter. I'm only reporting on the youth team."
The people around him laughed and sang to send Collymore off.
After dealing with Collymore, Tang En turned around with the intention of comforting the "frightened" Sophia. "Madam, I'm so sorry that something like this happened …"
The water droplets on Sophia's face had already been wiped dry. She was drenched by the rain and looked even paler. She shook her head gently. "No need to apologize, Mr Tang En. I still have to thank you for the umbrella. You, on the other hand, are drenched from head to toe … "
Tang En smiled embarrassedly. "It's nothing. To me, being drenched in the rain is very good."
John and the others, who had been watching the two of them talk, had already begun to quietly retreat. He had to give them some privacy, right?
But …
The sound of a car horn ruined their plans. The Arsenal youth team bus drove over from the car park. They were leaving Nottingham.
"Oh! Damn it! "
"Damn it …"
"Bastard …" The group of people started to quarrel in dissatisfaction.
Tang En looked strangely at the fans who were reacting abnormally. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"None of your business!" John replied loudly.
Twain shrugged and said to Wood, "The rain hasn't stopped yet. Don't stay here too long. Take your mother home and take good care of her. Don't let her catch a cold. You did well today! Let's go back and celebrate. "
Wood nodded.
After Sophia thanked Twain, she slowly left the place with Wood's help. After watching them leave, Tang En turned around and walked towards John. "I say … I don't have much to say. Tonight at Burns' bar! My treat! "
"Oh oh oh! Generous Tony Twain! Oh oh oh! He bought us drinks, and we love him! He gave us victory, and we love him! " The group of people immediately danced with excitement. They changed the lyrics of the song that they had used to ridicule Collymore to praise Tony Twain.
Tang En looked at the group of cute fans and smiled. Then, he raised his hands and sang along with them.
The bus slowed down as it passed by the group of people. That way, there would not be a splash of dirty water as the bus passed by.
The people on the bus noticed them singing and dancing outside. Among them was Wenger. He turned his head to look at the scene outside the bus window. The bouncing fans, the number 55 who froze Fàbregas, and the woman who looked like his mother. Of course … how could this person be missing? He was the central figure here — Tony Twain. He was drenched in the rain, but he was still singing along with the fans.
This person … was very interesting.
That night at the Forest Bar, John, Bill, and the others vividly recounted the exciting match and how Tony Twain single-handedly challenged Collymore to save the damsel in distress to those who did not go to watch the match in the afternoon. A group of men cheered as they listened.
"Collymore, that useless idiot! I've wanted to beat him up for a long time! "
"The Forest Team is now sixth from the bottom! It must have been hard on him to have such a good player and bring such results … "
"He's better suited to go back and be a stud. The manager's seat doesn't suit him. His battlefield is — the bed!"
"And a woman's private parts and between her legs."
"Ahahaha!"
The men, under the influence of alcohol, became more and more crude as they spoke. Tang En was not interested in discussing what Collymore usually did. He turned around and thanked Brosnan. If he had not appeared in the afternoon, who knew how things would have turned out. Although he was not afraid of fighting with Collymore, it was clearly not a good time to use violence to solve the problem.
"I think he'll vent his anger on the newspaper you work for."
Brosnan shrugged. "It just so happens that we've found a perfect reason to attack him. It's the perfect opportunity to only say bad things and not good things. You don't know … those old guys in the newspaper office have been longing for this for a long time. " After spending a long time with Tang En and the others, Brosnan's tone of speech had become a little crude. He was not as careful with his words. If it were in the past, he would have said something like this.
"Uh, it's actually nothing much. We might have a reason to criticize him now. There are a few seniors in the newspaper office who have been hoping to do this for a long time. "
Tang En laughed heartily. "Although I don't really like the media, I have to admit that you guys are really cute sometimes!"
Brosnan explained a little. "Uh, sometimes we also flatter the team and say some things that go against our conscience. There's no other way. If we don't have a good relationship with the club, we won't be able to get a better seat in the press box. "
Tang En looked at him sideways and deliberately put on a stern face. "So you're saying that all the praise you've given me in the first half of the year was just flattery?"
"Ah! No, no! " Brosnan hurriedly waved his hands. "That's what we're really saying. Mr. Tang, you did very well in the Forest First Team for half a season! It's not an exaggeration at all, really! "
Tang En raised his wine glass and clinked it with Brosnan's. He muttered, "Anyway, I have two sides to my mouth. Whether it's good or bad, it's all up to you guys to say and write …"
At that moment, Walker squeezed in. Recently, he had been badly battered by the team's poor results and rarely came here to drink and chat. So, Tang En was very happy to see him appear again. He raised his wine glass and shouted, "Hey! Des, long time no see! How have you been recently? "
Walker smiled bitterly and shook his head. "The team is sixth from the bottom. Every home game is like sitting in a frying pan. Do you think I've been well?"
Tang En chuckled. "You must miss me very much now, right?"
"That's right. I miss you, so I came to see you." Walker took the beer from Burns's hand and sat down. "Tony, I heard something happened at the youth team this afternoon?"
Burns smiled. "Des, you're very well-informed."
Tang En nodded. "It's a small matter. Collymore came to my territory to behave atrociously. He took liberties with Wood's mother. "
"Oh, I heard that Collymore was beaten up by someone … Did you do it?"
"No." Tang En shook his head. "It was that kid, Wood. I didn't stop him. When Collymore wanted to retaliate, I blocked him. What happened? "He saw that Walker's expression was not quite right.
"Yeah, I heard he went to look for Mr. Chairman."
Hearing Walker say that, Tang En laughed instead. "Is he a child who hasn't grown up yet? When he gets bullied, all he knows is to cry and go home to find mommy to comfort him. Don't worry about me, Des. "
"Of course I won't worry about you, Tony. I'm worried about Wood. He was the one who beat up Collymore … "Walker said with a frown.
The other three people sitting around the table were all silent. Wood had just shown a side of him that was suitable for professional football. Was he going to be forced to end his career because of beating up someone?
Tang En took a big gulp of beer and said, "Don't worry. At most, I'll help him carry it. If Evan wants to fire me, I'll go to another team to coach … "
Burns pressed down on his arm and shook his head. "Let's not talk about this first. Maybe things won't be as bad as we think."
Walker also nodded. "I'm just here to remind you. I hope you'll be prepared to deal with it. Besides, everyone knows what kind of person Collymore is. You should be fine as long as you tell him the truth. I don't think there are more than five people in the club who like that bastard. When Collymore transferred from Southend United to Forest, his relationship with his teammates was very strained. I was no longer with the Forest team at that time, but when I talked to my former teammates, they would almost always mention Stan Collymore's name in their complaints. "Walker looked at his watch and then got up to leave." I have to go back … Also, Tony. If you see Wood again, help me thank him. "
"Huh?" Tang En did not react for a moment.
"He did a great job! Actually, I've wanted to punch that bastard for a long time. "Walker waved his fist and then turned to leave the lively bar.
"Don't be surprised by Walker's words." Burns looked at Brosnan and then smiled as he continued the previous topic. Walker had left Forest, but Burns had always lived in Nottingham. To him, the incident with Forest was as if it had happened right under his nose. "Des is right. Back then, not a single person in Forest liked him. It was to the extent that no one was willing to go up and celebrate with him after he scored."
Tang En clicked his tongue. It was rare for people to have such bad relations.
"In order to avoid training, Collymore often cursed his family, so his poor grandmother would get a serious illness from time to time …" Burns continued. "At that time, Liverpool's manager, Roy Evans, liked him very much and spent a record transfer fee of 8.5 million pounds to bring him to Anfield. Whenever Collymore had any problems, he would help him bear the burden. Every time Collymore made a mistake, the old man would help him apologize to the fans at the side of the training ground — even though almost all the mistakes had nothing to do with him. "
Tang En raised his head and looked at the ceiling. He imagined a white-haired old man standing in front of the angry fans, trying his best to comfort them and do his best to calm their anger. He curled his lips and shook his head. It was really hard being a manager … It was shortening his life!
"Evans would rather bear the blame for Collymore's sake, but what did he get in return? Collymore slept with his daughter. "Burns spread his hands and shrugged. He did not continue speaking.
Brosnan said, "In that case, I feel that Wood's punch in the afternoon was not hard enough. At that time, I saw Collymore like a fly circling around a cream pine cake … It's not bad to give him a heavy punch to wake him up. Don't worry, Mr. Tang. If Collymore intends to harm you, the Evening Post will not let him have an easy time. "
After hearing everyone's evaluation of Collymore, Tang En already had an idea. "I know what to do on Monday …" He poured the rest of the beer in his glass into his stomach in one go.
Stan Collymore was really a genius on the field, but an idiot off the field!
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