The British government had specially set up a file on football hooligans. Any football hooligan who was on the file would be banned from the stadium. For these fanatical fans, not allowing them to go to the stadium to watch the game was almost like robbing them of their lives.
Seeing these people gasp, Tang En smiled and said, "Of course, if any of you doubt what I said, I can ask him to show his press pass."
After he finished speaking, Brosnan pulled out the interview pass that was originally hanging around his neck from his suit pocket.
"I think you all must know who we are, so I won't introduce myself here." Tang En motioned for Brosnan to go back. He stood at the front and pointed to the car door on one side. "With the car door as the line, you guys are over there, and we're over here. We'll go to the game, and you guys go watch the game. Everyone is safe, and no one is to be offside. "He clapped his hands. "That's a good suggestion, isn't it?"
"Why the f * ck should we listen to your arrangements?" a bald man in the crowd shouted.
Tang En looked at him and then pointed to Brosnan behind him. "If you want to never go to the stadium to watch the game again, I don't mind you coming over …"
"F * ck! I'd rather not go to the game for the rest of my life, and … "The bald man stood behind the others and waved his fists.
Seeing his bluff, Tang En understood in his heart. So, he waved at the other side. "What do you want? Sir, I think it's more convincing for you to stand in front of your companions and say such words. Are you going to hide behind the others and shout that you want to fight, and then when the fight really starts, push the others in front of you? "
Hearing him say so, the opposing fans turned their heads back and looked at the bald man.
"Come on out. If you want to hit me, then come out yourself. Come in front of me and let me see how big your fist is." Tang En took a step forward and walked to the line he had set, as if he was not worried at all that the other side would really fight.
The players behind him were all worried for him. Dawson was even ready to pounce on the other side as long as the other side dared to touch Tang En. What suspension or punishment? He could not care less!
The bald man felt guilty under the silent stares of the others. He gritted his teeth and pushed through the crowd to come forward.
Seeing his move, Brosnan shouted, "What are you doing? I'm warning you … "
Tang En waved his hand to interrupt the agitated man. "It's alright, Mr. Bruce."
Baldy stood up and looked at the smiling and confident Tang En. He then turned back to look at his silent companion. He felt like he was the piece of beef in a sandwich …
In fact, Tang En was also very nervous. He was carefully choosing his words, afraid that it would once again arouse the group's desire for violence. What he could do now was to stall for as much time as possible. Once he reached the station, the danger should be eliminated. No matter how bold these people were, they would never dare to make a move in front of the reporters and the police, right?
He was here to lead the team, not to fight. However, he absolutely could not show any weakness in front of this group of people. He had to be tough and let the other party feel that even if they attacked together, Tony Twain was not afraid at all!
Tang En was thinking … if he had a nunchaku or something, he could still wave it around a few times. If he were to imitate Bruce Lee and howl a few more times, he would probably be able to make the other party retreat.
Seeing the baldie standing in the middle looking awkward, Twain shrugged and said, "Look how good this is. You guys are over there, and we're over here. We don't disturb each other. Friend, we are here to compete, not to fight. What's your name? "
The baldie replied reflexively, "Simon …" Before he could finish, he was pulled back by someone. Then, a man who looked about 50 years old walked out from behind.
"Mr. Manager, I also don't want the damn media to say that Millwall's victory is not pure after this." The man pointed to Pierce Brosnan behind Tang En. "Of course, I also don't want my people to be blacklisted by the police because of this kind of thing. So, we won't do anything. "He spread his hands.
Tang En nodded. "Is that so? Thank you very much then. " Although he said that, he did not turn around and walk back. Instead, he continued to stand there, blocking between the fans and the players. In his heart, he did not really believe the words of this kind of person. Ever since Gavin's death, he had a sense of disgust towards football hooligans and all Millwall fans. Perhaps it was prejudice, but Tang En did not intend to change.
The only pity was that he might not have the time to tell the players what tactics to use in the game and how to play it specifically …
The carriage returned to its calm state, just like when the group of fans first came in. The two groups of people stood at opposite ends of the carriage, with their boss standing in the middle. They stared at each other in silence. No one would be the first to look away, because that would be seen as cowardly avoidance.
Just like that, they stared at each other, maintaining their calmness, not showing the slightest panic or impatience. Even the frequency of their breathing could not be disrupted. They could not think of anything. Their faces were expressionless, and no emotions showed from their eyes. They would not give the other the slightest opening. They could not let themselves be at a disadvantage.
This was more tiring than directing a World Cup final!
In this silent contest, the air became heavier and heavier. Tang En himself did not know how long he could hold on. If he broke down … The temperature in the subway seemed to have risen. Fine beads of sweat appeared on both his and the other's foreheads. Tang En could even feel a drop of sweat rolling down the corner of his eyebrows. If he did not blink, it would flow into his eyes …
Just as Tang En was in a dilemma, a voice rang out from the top of the carriage, making him heave a sigh of relief. "Arriving at Newden Stadium ahead. Arriving at Newden Stadium ahead …"
Outside the window, the black tunnel came to an end, and lights began to flash in front.
It was not just Tang En. Almost everyone on the Forest team breathed a sigh of relief.
They had arrived at the subway station of the stadium.
The subway slowly slowed down. Tang En saw the reporter, Robson, who had once interviewed him at the City Ground Stadium, standing on the platform outside the window. There were also other news media with him, as well as a dozen police officers wearing black police uniforms and bright yellow vests. He knew that this contest with the fans was finally over.
When the subway stopped and the doors opened, the man gestured for them to alight. Tang En did not move. He waved for Walker to lead the players off the train first.
It was not until the last Forest player left the carriage that Tang En turned and walked out. When he stepped out of the carriage, the wind blowing from the direction of the tunnel brushed past him. Only then did he realize that his shirt was already drenched.
Seeing Tang En alight from the train, the reporters surged forward, their microphones almost blocking his path forward.
"If you have any questions, ask them after the game is over. Now, please let my team go to the stadium, okay?" he replied loudly. He did his best to push through the crowd and then ran up behind the players.
Bryan Robson saw Pierce Brosnan looking around after getting off the train and pulled him over. "You brat … You worried us to death!"
Bruce grinned and said, "Mr. Robson, I think I've got the best news I've ever had! Mr. Tang En has authorized me to write everything that happened on the subway and publish it in the newspaper! "
Suddenly, a hoarse roar came from the direction of the exit and echoed in the subway station. "Hurry up! Hurry up! We have less than ten f * cking minutes left! Now is the time for you to warm up. Start running! "
Robson turned his head toward the exit. He could no longer see those people, but their shadows were still jumping and stretching on the stairs.
"Maybe you're right. Now I'm a little regretful that I wasn't the one who overslept …" Robson patted Brosnan. "Let's go. The game is about to start."
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Tang En felt lucky that there was a straight sidewalk from the exit of the subway station to the stadium entrance. It was about 500 meters long and not considered far. What was even more fortunate was that it was nearing the start of the game. There were only a handful of fans on this road that was supposed to be bustling with activity, other than the peddlers who had set up stalls to sell their goods. His players could basically run into the stadium's locker room without any interference …
A minute later, the panting players knocked open the locker room door. Tang En stopped at the door. He did not even have time to catch his breath as he loudly urged, "Change your clothes. Be careful not to wear them the wrong way around! Shoes, greaves, greaves … "
The locker room was immediately filled with bustling noises.
Tang En turned back to look at the panting Walker. "Des, you've only retired for a year … You should train your body."
Walker panted heavily as he replied, "Let's not talk about that … Tony, you're too amazing! You didn't do anything and you managed to subdue the opponent! "
Dawson, who was putting on his clothes, also interrupted, "That's right, that's right! I think everyone was shocked. Boss, your performance was too admirable! "
Reid echoed, "Yes, to be honest, I didn't know what to do at that time …"
Tang En was very happy that everyone said that. Although it was an accident, his prestige among the players had increased once again. "Andy, you're too timid … Alright! Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and change your clothes. We're going on stage! I bet those bastards from Millwall must think that we're already exhausted and that they can easily win. Now go on stage and tell them how wrong they are! "
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