"There's a kid called Gavin! He used to like Nottingham Forest! Now he's lying on the ground with his face trampled to a pulp! Smashed to a pulp! Scram home! Nottingham bastards, that dead man is your role model! Oh oh oh! Gavin Gavin! Smashed to a pulp! Yay yay yay! Gavin Gavin! Smashed to a pulp! "
Tang En turned back to stare at the home fans in the stands. They were straining their necks to sing along with the others, their faces red. They waved their fists or stuck up their middle fingers. They opened their mouths to reveal their sharp teeth, like ferocious beasts … No, they were not beasts. They were worse than beasts.
He stood below the stands with his back to the field, glaring at a few Millwall fans who were still making faces at him. His lips were white from biting, his face like wax, his neck stiff, and his whole body trembling.
Beside him, Walker noticed Tang En's strange behavior. Of course, he knew what the fans were singing. He was also furious. But looking at Tang En, it looked like he was about to rush up and start a war with the fans!
"Tony, Tony … calm down!" Walker tugged at Tang En from the side, but to no avail.
Everyone on Forest's substitutes' bench heard the fans singing "Gavin" as an excuse. They all stood up and glared at the fans. The singing was so loud that the entire stadium could hear it.
Brosnan stood in the press box, listening to the ear-piercing singing. He clenched his fists tightly. He never thought he would encounter such a shameless thing in the process of reporting a football match! In order to provoke Forest, the opposing fans had shamelessly used the dead young Forest fan as the lyrics of their insults!
They had achieved their goal. Forest was indeed affected by the singing from the stands. Michael Dawson and Andy Reid appeared unusually angry after hearing the singing. They could only vent their anger on the Millwall players, which gave the Millwall fans a reason to sing even louder.
The match was already showing signs of spiraling out of control.
Tang En still stood below the stands with his back to the field. The group of fans had also noticed him. Seeing his ugly expression, they sang even louder.
They smugly provoked everyone in the Forest team.
Suddenly, the silent Tang En punched the awning of the technical area. With a crash, the plastic cover above shattered into countless pieces, scattering onto the seats!
"Tony!" Walker and the rest of the coaching staff were shocked. They thought that Twain would rush to the stands, so they hurriedly hugged him and dragged him back.
When the fans in the stands near the technical area saw the scene, they were stunned and quickly screamed at Twain, "Who doesn't know how to break a few pieces of plastic? Come and beat us up if you can! "
"Nottingham bastard!"
"Idiot! Coward! Trash! Your team and you are both! "
Tang En's punch not only drew curses from the fans, but it also attracted the attention of the fourth official and the cameras on the sidelines.
"Mr. Twain." The fourth official walked in front of Tang En and said to him with a straight face, "Deliberately damaging the stadium facilities will be punished …"
"Do whatever you want!" Tang En turned his head and glared at the other person. "Are you planning to send me off the field? How much is the Football Association planning to give me? If I should be punished, then these people … "He broke free from Walker and pointed at the Millwall fans in the stands who were gloating." These people! They should all go to f * cking hell! Didn't you hear what they were singing just now? Didn't you hear it?! "
Walker also stood up to protest, "We're here to compete, not to let those bastards insult our dead fans! Now we're officially protesting. "
The fourth official had obviously heard the singing from the stands, so he was now speechless by Tang En's questions. He was stunned for a moment before he said, "Alright, I'll write all of this in the game record. I believe the Football Association will investigate everything that happened in this game. But I hope you can remain calm. After all, the game is still going on. "
Tang En tidied up his clothes that were messed up just now and said to the fourth official, "I'm very calm, very, very … f * cking calm!"
Then he turned to the players on the field who were disturbed by everything on the sidelines and roared, "What are you guys in a daze for?! We're still behind. Tighten up the game! Make those bastards in the stands shut their mouths! "
His voice was so loud that it was picked up by the television broadcast, especially the phrase "bastards in the stands".
The fourth official looked at Tang En, and Tang En looked back at him. His eyes were very unfriendly and overbearing, "What? Mr. Referee, are you going to interfere with me shouting in the command area? "
Hearing him say so, the other party turned and walked back.
Just when everyone thought the game was going to return to normal, an even bigger accident happened in the stands.
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Ever since the Millwall fans started singing and insulting the innocent young fan Gavin who was implicated in the football hooligan brawl last season, the Forest fans in the south stands became agitated. And the Millwall fans near the south stands continued to provoke the visiting fans, adding fuel to the fire.
"Your team is like that little bastard, unable to withstand a single blow! Trampled to pieces by us! Trash! Go home and eat sh * t! "
"Oh oh oh oh! Gavin Gavin! Smashed to pieces! Yeah yeah yeah yeah! Forest forest! Smashed to pieces! "
The team they supported was behind in the score, and now they were being provoked by the Millwall fans in the stands. The red-eyed Forest fans collectively rushed towards the cordon formed by the police, but they were quickly chased back by the police. At the same time, the Millwall fans who had long wanted to have a good fight also rushed towards the Forest fans' stands in the chaos. With a pincer attack from the front and back, the line of defense formed by the police was in danger!
"Damn it! Bastards, let me go over and teach them a lesson! "The Forest fans roared and rushed towards the human wall.
"F * ck! Brothers, let's show those Nottingham country bumpkins what we're made of! For Millwall! For the Twin Lions Legion! F * ck their whole family! " The Millwall fans began to dismantle the seats, and then loudly cursed as they threw the plastic chairs at the Forest fans opposite.
"You'll pay for what you've just done! Bastards! "The Forest fans were not to be outdone. They turned around and dismantled the chairs to retaliate.
"You're the ones who have to understand, idiots! Look at whose territory this is! "
"I don't care if you f * cking die! You southern bastard! "
"Bang bang!"
"Crash!" The blue and white plastic seats flew over the heads of the crowd, and the stands below were already in a mess.
The heavily armed riot police were almost unable to hold on under the collision of the two streams of people. They called for help through the walkie-talkie on their shoulders, "This is stand number five! The fans are rioting! We need backup! I repeat, this is stand number five … Damn it, get back! "
The police who were calling for help saw the crowd rushing up and hurriedly waved their batons to disperse the group of red-eyed fans from both sides.
In the end, it was no longer a battle between the Forest fans and the Millwall fans, but a three-way scuffle between the Forest fans, Millwall fans, and the riot police!
The game almost stopped, and everyone's attention was attracted by the brawl near the south stands.
Motson stopped his commentary after he heard the singing of the Millwall fans. Because he had no idea how to evaluate such a game and such a group of fans. It was only now, seeing the situation getting more and more serious, that he angrily said in the live broadcast, "This is simply a disgrace to English football! Football violence has been far away from us for many years, and now that demon is back! "
More and more riot police wearing bright yellow vests and helmets with transparent masks ran to the fifth grandstand with shields and batons in their hands.
The Millwall fans who were farther away from the stands could not directly participate in the fight. But they were hot-blooded and kept singing in their stands to cheer on their brothers fighting on the front line. It was not only the Nottingham Forest team playing on the pitch. For the Nottingham Forest fans, they were also playing in an away game.
The conflict was expanding, and some of the fans on both sides simply threw the dismantled seats onto the field!
The referee could only whistle to pause the game when he saw the situation. It was no longer a matter of the game. He had to wait for order to be restored on the field before he was allowed to restart the game. If the situation continued to get serious, then the game could only be terminated. As for the result of the game … The Football Association would probably choose another day to replay the game after an investigation. And to prevent another fan riot, the game would be held on a neutral ground and the number of fans from both sides would be limited to watch the game live.
Perhaps some people would think that such a result was what Tang En and the Forest team wanted to see, because if they chose another day to replay the game, the score of 0: 1 would no longer exist, and they would not concede a goal.
But Tang En did not think so.
The players stood on the field in a daze, watching the shocking scene in the stands. Even the Millwall players did not seem to think that their fans would be so fanatical. Fortunately, the English fans were not like the Italian fans who liked to wave fireworks while watching the game. Otherwise, the stands would be in flames and filled with smoke.
Tang En stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed, and next to him was Walker in the same posture. They looked expressionlessly at the stands where the commotion was happening. Today's game … was really "exciting!"
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