A train sped away from the grandstand. The rumbling sound echoed in the tunnel and gradually faded away. The train platform returned to silence.
At that moment, in the carriage.
This was the last carriage. There were not many people. Before the Forest players boarded, there was only an elderly couple and a child. After the players boarded, they quickly found empty seats next to each other. Walker had them all sit together, just in case. Tang En stood in the aisle, holding onto the handrail.
He had specifically chosen an empty carriage. Although the players were not wearing the Forest team's red jerseys and did not have any Forest logo on them, he was still worried. After all, the team had Rebrov, Michael Dawson, and Andy Reid. These were star players who often appeared in the newspapers and on television. No one knew if they would be recognized. This was the territory of the Millwall fans. He did not want to complicate matters before the game.
The elderly couple kept glancing at them, seeming to recognize who the sudden influx of passengers were. However, Tang En was not worried about the three elderly people and the child. Even if they were fanatical Millwall fans, their fighting ability was too weak.
Millwall's football hooligans were famous throughout the United Kingdom. They, along with the football hooligans from several other teams, were considered the most fighting and most brutal group. Although not all Millwall fans were football hooligans, if they drank too much when facing an opposing team … Even God could not guarantee that they would come out unscathed.
They would throw Molotov cocktails and tear gas at the bar where the opposing team's fans gathered to force them out. Then, taking advantage of the thick smoke, they would use sticks and chains to call those who covered their heads and noses. Whether they were men, children, or women, as long as they were the opposing team's fans, they would be their targets.
When you understood what kind of people Millwall's football hooligans were, you would understand why Tang En had to be so cautious.
He warned the players in advance not to speak once they got on the train and to close their eyes and pretend to be asleep. As for the players who were easily recognized, they had to straighten their collars, bury their heads, or use a newspaper to cover their faces. In short, there should not be any accidents.
But then again, had there been any lack of accidents today? Tang En turned his head to look at Brosnan, who stood behind him with his head lowered. He seemed to feel that his getting on the train had caused the team's luck to turn bad.
Tang En nudged him and whispered, "What are you doing? You're not a woman … although you look like one … haha! "He laughed. It seemed like there was no danger at the moment, so he could relax a little.
"… Arrive at the next stop in ten minutes, Nuremberg Stadium. We will arrive at the next station, Newden Stadium, in ten minutes. "An electronic voice announced the station from the subway car.
Tang En lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was 2: 39, and the station was 2: 49. He still did not know how far the station was from the stadium. Even if the train was parked at the entrance of the stadium, it would take about ten minutes to run into the locker room to change and come out. At that time, it would be 2: 59. He would not even have time to lay out his tactics.
Thinking of this, Tang En looked at the players sitting on both sides of the carriage. On the surface, it looked like they had all listened to him, but in reality, Tang En could see that they were still secretly observing their surroundings. There were also a few players who did not usually have much exposure who were pretending to look around as if nothing had happened. Obviously, the players were a little excited about such a special way to go to an away game. They did not have to worry about tactical arrangements, whether there was enough time … and so on, because these problems would be taken care of by the coaching staff.
Being a player and being a coach were two completely different feelings.
He planned to have a tactical preparation meeting on the train before the start of the game. This might be the most special pre-match tactical arrangement meeting in English football. He coughed to remind some players that they did not need to continue pretending to be asleep.
When everyone's eyes were focused on him, he crouched in the aisle of the carriage and lowered his voice, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. "I think everyone knows what our situation is now, so I won't say any more nonsense. These two days, we've mainly practiced defensive counterattack in training, so everyone knows … "He did not continue because he saw the attention of the players behind him.
He turned his head and saw the scene he least wanted to see. A group of people dressed as fans stood at the junction of the carriages. A few of them even wore blue and white Millwall jerseys. The group of people looked at him and the players around him with very unfriendly eyes.
"F * ck!" Tang En turned his head and cursed in a low voice. Then he whispered to the players, "All of you sit in your seats. No one is allowed to speak. No one is allowed to make a sound. Leave everything to me. "
Then he got up and turned to look at the guys who came with ill intentions.
The other side had already rushed into the carriage. The two old men ran from behind the Millwall fans to the other carriages with their children as if they were fleeing from a disaster. Now they were the only ones left here. With the door in the middle of the carriage as the boundary, they were on the left side of the door, and Tang En's team was on the right side.
No one spoke. Only the roar in the tunnel outside the carriage continued to reverberate. The carriage swayed slightly. Tang En stood in the middle of the carriage, facing the "ill-intentioned" fans. Behind him were his players. He had just sworn in the carriage that he would not let anyone hurt the people around him. Now, the time to fulfill his promise had come.
You want to harm my players? You have to get past me first!
Tang En and the other side looked at each other in silence. The air seemed to freeze, making people feel oppressed.
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John Motson was in charge of commentating this EFL Cup quarter-final match. Originally, he was not supposed to commentate this match. However, ever since he knew that Tony Twain was about to usher in a victory immediately after taking charge of the team, he suddenly could not suppress his curiosity. He applied to commentate this match that was destined to lose to the other quarter-final match in terms of viewership ratings. In the eyes of this veteran commentator, the contest between the two First Division teams was far more attractive than Tottenham Hotspur versus Middlesbrough.
On the field, the home team, Millwall, was already warming up, but there was still no sign of the visiting team, Nottingham Forest.
The technical area and substitutes' bench were empty. It was said that there was no one else in the locker room other than a few coaches who had come in advance to put in their jerseys, shoes, and other equipment. Even Nottingham Forest's bus had not arrived yet.
Motson sat in the commentator's seat and put on his headphones to block out the loud noise coming from the surrounding stands. The Millwall fans were singing and shouting non-stop. These people all looked very optimistic.
There were less than 15 minutes to the start of the match, and Forest had not arrived yet. What was Tony Twain and his team doing?
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Other than the rumbling outside the bus, there was also the sound of heavy breathing in the bus. Twain had once hoped that this group of people were just ordinary Millwall fans. But after seeing their expressions and eyes, he understood that he had hit the jackpot this time. They were not ordinary fans.
Even though this group of people did not speak, Twain could still read the message in their eyes.
Get rid of this group of Nottingham Forest bastards in front of us, and our team will be able to win without a fight and successfully advance to the EFL Cup semifinals!
Twain believed that under the catalysis of alcohol, it was possible that they would really do so.
What should he do now? He did not have the confidence to fight against a dozen people alone. Players were not allowed to fight with fans, no matter what. Otherwise, what awaited them would be a long ban, no matter what reason they had. Just like Cantona, who had kicked the Crystal Palace fan. Even though the other party had insulted his family, he was still banned for eight months.
But … could a manager fight with a fan? Twain had not really thought about this question.
Behind him, Walker was taking out his phone, seemingly intending to call the police. He looked at the signal on the phone screen and cursed under his breath. Now that they were underground, the signal was not as good as it was above ground.
Even if they wanted to call the police, it would probably be impossible. The team was in the last carriage of the subway. If they wanted to get out, the only way was behind the Millwall fans.
Brosnan whispered to Twain from behind, "Mr. Twain, hold on until we get off the train! I called my colleagues before I got on the train. I believe they will call the police as well. "
"Thank you so much, Brosnan. In order to show my gratitude, I'll allow you to record everything you see from now on and then publish it in the newspapers. "Twain stared at the fans and said to Brosnan behind him," Do you have a digital camera? "
"No, Mr. Twain."
"Then use your phone to take a picture."
The fans opposite were shocked to see a small man standing behind Twain suddenly take out his phone and aim it at them.
"What the hell are you doing?" They shouted and wanted to rush up, but Twain reached out to stop them.
"Don't get agitated, gentlemen." Twain was now clear that these people had not drunk much. Things were not that bad yet. "As you can see, this small man is a reporter." He pointed to Brosnan behind him.
"Reporter!" The word produced an effect that Twain hoped to see in the crowd.
What was the person that football hooligans hated the most and feared the most? Other than the police, it was the news media. Because these people did not want their faces to be photographed by reporters when they were causing trouble. They did not want to appear on the headlines the next day. That would mean they would lose the chance to watch the game.
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