Tang En remembered Walker's words and walked straight into the press conference hall from the player's tunnel. There were only a few people in the small press conference hall other than the set up cameras. The host was a little surprised that Tang En had come so early.
Tang En saw that his gaze was not right and asked, "Did I come too early?"
"Yes, sir. Most of the reporters are still interviewing the players in the mixed zone at this time. "
Tang En looked at the stage and sat down on the seat marked with his name. "Then I'll just wait here."
The host did not object. Tang En took the opportunity to carefully observe the press conference hall. He knew that he would have to frequently appear here for at least half a year. Ah, how wonderful it would be to speak loudly in front of so many media outlets and then let those reporters translate his words into words …
But Tang En was in no mood to think about that now. He was still brooding over the team's loss to the "irresistible factor."
As he pondered, the number of people in the press conference hall unknowingly increased, and the noise grew louder. By the time Tang En came back to his senses, he realized that most of the reporters had already appeared in the room, but very few of them were sitting in their seats. They stood in twos and threes and chatted.
What were they chatting about? About the game just now?
The guest team manager's seat was still empty. A hint of anger surged in Tang En's heart. You bastard, Rod. You still want me to wait for you after winning the game. You're putting on airs!
He knocked on the microphone, and an amplified knocking sound came from the speakers. The reporters present all turned their heads to look at him.
"I hereby announce the official start of the press conference. Hurry up and ask whatever you want to ask." Tang En completely threw the host to one side and took on multiple roles.
The reporters did not expect the manager to be so impatient. They looked at the host. The host also felt that there was nothing wrong with letting one side accept the interview first, so he shrugged and said, "You may begin."
Only then did the reporters take their seats and raise their hands to ask questions. Of course, everyone was most concerned about why there was such a huge difference between the first and second halves of the Forest team.
"About this question … It's very simple. During halftime, I called a group of fans to the locker room. "Tang En answered the question very briefly. Below, however, there was an uproar.
The reporters were very clear about what kind of place the locker room was. This mysterious place was completely closed to reporters. Many reporters racked their brains to find out the secrets of the team's locker room, but they could not get what they wanted. However, Tony Twain allowed the fans to strut into the locker room!
For a moment, countless hands were raised, and the situation became somewhat out of control. The host didn't know what to do. There were so many reporters asking questions. Who should he call?
It was Twain who helped him out by slapping the table. With a bang, the entire place quietened down.
Twain said to the reporters below with a straight face, "I know what you want to ask. Maybe the locker room is sacred in everyone's eyes, but not in mine. It was that simple. I refused to answer any more questions about the locker room. If you want to understand the situation, go find the fans yourself. Next question. "He looked impatiently at his watch. It had been ten minutes and Glenn Reed was still not here. Super coaches are really different. They are very arrogant. If he didn't take the initiative, he would probably still be waiting here like a fool.
The reporters looked at each other. This coach did not seem to have a good temper. There were very few coaches who did not care about the media. Only big-name managers were qualified to do so. For example, Sir Alex Ferguson …
The venue was silent for a while. Twain thought the reporters had no more questions and got up to leave. At this moment, someone raised his hand. "Wait, Manager Tony Twain! I'm Pierce Brosnan, a reporter from the Nottingham Evening Post. We had two goals disallowed in the second half. I'd like to hear your opinion on this. "A fair-skinned young man with gold-rimmed glasses stood up and asked.
Twain thought of Glenn Roeder when he saw this man. He asked in a bad mood, "What do you want to hear? I made the most appropriate tactical arrangements. I brought on the best players. I thought I could reap a beautiful victory. But when you find out that you can't fight against some 'irresistible factors' no matter how hard you try, you can understand how I feel now. " After a pause, he looked at the poor young man who had been rendered speechless by his words. He seemed to be about the same age as himself. Maybe he was even a newspaper intern reporter …
"You ask me what my opinion is? My opinion is: we were raped by the referee. "
There was a sudden booing and jeering below. Someone asked loudly, "Mr. Manager, did you say 'rape'?"
Twain nodded with certainty. "That's right. Rape. It's not 'offense,' nor is it 'violation,' 'forcible seizure,' or 'insult.' It's' rape! ' Two unquestionable goals were disallowed. If this isn't rape, then what is? "
The host reminded him in a low voice, "Manager Twain, I think you know what the consequences of saying this will be for you …"
Twain rolled his eyes at him. "Whatever." He then pointed to the excited reporters and said, "Just write it like this. Write it exactly as it was. I don't care! Goodbye, gentlemen! "
He put down the microphone and turned to walk off the stage. Just then, Roeder came out from behind the advertising board. Seeing the kid's flushed face, it was obvious that he had already celebrated the victory in the locker room.
Twain took the initiative to extend his hand and shook Roeder's hand under the flashing lights of the reporters.
"Congratulations, but you'd better pray that your team doesn't get relegated," he said in a low voice before turning to leave. Roeder looked at Twain's back in astonishment. He thought he had heard wrongly. It was the first time he had met such an ungentlemanly opponent. But he did not know that Twain was just telling the truth. Because after the season ended, his West Ham United would really be relegated. Although West Ham ended up frantically grabbing points in the second half of the season and finally got 41 points, it was still to no avail. At that time, who knew if Roeder would think that it was Twain's vicious curse that caused his team to get such a high score and still be relegated …
Twain did not care about the noisy press conference behind him and the surprised Roeder. He was in a very bad mood. He walked back to the locker room with his head down and found everyone waiting for him. He stood at the door and scanned the room. Everyone looked the same as him. They all had ugly expressions.
That would not do. He still had to rely on this team to win. He hurriedly showed a bright smile. "Don't take it to heart. You guys did a good job." The players' expressions did not change. "Although losing the game is indeed unpleasant … but it can't be helped." Twain shrugged. He felt that these words were too unconvincing because he did not believe that these words could make people feel better. As a result, he took a deep breath and said loudly, "Alright, a loss is a loss, no matter what the reason was. We can't let that damn referee change the score even if we look miserable. The most important thing is the next game. We'll get back what we lost here in other places! Dismissed! "
The players returned to the bus. There were still many loyal Forest fans around the parking lot, singing and cheering for the team's outstanding performance in the second half. The players began to enjoy such a post-match atmosphere. Many people also had smiles on their faces. Even Twain, who stood outside the bus, did not receive the slightest booing. He also did not see Michael and the others in the crowd. He felt it was a pity that he could not drink his treat.
The key was not that drink. How much could a drink cost? Twain was now the manager. Although he was still acting, his salary was enough to drink countless times. He actually wanted to see Michael's expression when he treated him to a drink.
Now that he couldn't drink the wine, that wonderful expression was also gone.
He came back to his senses and suddenly realized that there were two people missing from the bus. Two assistant managers. Des Walker and Ian Bowyer.
Bowyer was not familiar with them, but Walker was a very disciplined person. It was impossible that he had not come out by now.
After informing the driver, he decided to go back and look for them.
Forest's locker room was very small, but for the two of them, it could be described as empty.
Bowyer leaned against the wall and looked at his colleague in front of him. He did not say anything. Walker, on the other hand, was furious. He clenched his fists and glared at the other party.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Bowyer finally surrendered. "You asked me to stay so that we can stare at each other? If there's nothing else, I'll leave first … "
He had just gotten up when Walker suddenly pounced on him and pressed him back down.
"Where did the Ian Bowyer that I like go? Where did the Ian Bowyer that I admire go? Where did the Ian Bowyer that I used to fight alongside go? "Walker shouted at Bowyer like a hairdryer.
Bowyer's face was calm. "I'm sorry, Des. I don't think I understand what you're saying. "
"Don't play dumb! Where were you when the team was in a mess? Where were you when the team and I needed you? Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking? You've served the team for so many years. Will there be a day when your feelings for the team change?! "
Bowyer remained silent in the face of Walker's anger.
After Walker vented his anger, he realized that Bowyer was as unresponsive as a corpse. Walker suddenly did not know what to say next. Should he use the team's glory to motivate him? Bowyer had received much more glory than himself. What had he not seen before? Perhaps it was reasonable for him to be jealous of Tang En. After all, he was the team's veteran and hero. If it were him, he would also think that Hart's position should belong to him. He could not understand Bowyer's actions. But everyone had the freedom and right to choose, right?
He suddenly sighed and released his grip on Bowyer's collar. Then, he lowered his head and walked out.
Just as he walked out, he saw Tony Twain, who had his ear pressed against the wall. Startled, he opened his mouth to greet him. Fortunately, Tang En reacted quickly and covered his mouth. Then, he pointed to the changing room and motioned for him to look.
Walker turned around. Through the half-closed door, the two of them saw Bowyer inside the changing room. He bent down to pick up a red scarf from the bottom of the changing room cabinet. He turned back to look at Tang En strangely. Tang En did not say anything and only motioned for him to continue looking.
That red scarf was also one of the Nottingham Forest fans had thrown down, but it was definitely not the one that Tang En had picked up and given to Walker. It had been forgotten in a corner. Only Bowyer had discovered it.
Walker saw Bowyer pick up the scarf and carefully brush off the dust on it. Then, he imitated Dawson and raised it up high, placing it under the light to examine it. At that moment, Tang En lightly patted Walker, indicating that it was time for him to get into the car.
Only then did the two of them quietly walk back.
"Des, accompany me to Burns' bar for a drink tonight. It's my treat."
"Good idea. But why did you suddenly like to drink and smoke? Ah, I know! I forgot to thank God. Although the Tony Twain of the past did not smoke or drink, and was humble and polite, I still like the Tony now! "
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