Pierce Brosnan spent the whole night and stayed up all night to finish the report on "Tony Twain and Nottingham Forest's London Underground Adventure." He wrote it like a novel and wrote it with relish. He hoped that the readers would also read it with relish. It was indeed a rare experience.
But when he took the manuscript to the editor in charge, the editor told him that the manuscript could not be published.
"Why?" Brosnan was a little annoyed. He could not publish what he had spent the whole night on? He did not write anything that was not allowed to be published. Britain was a democratic country with a free press. Besides, Millwall had framed the Nottingham Forest fans for causing the riot. He needed to use this news report to tell the readers who the real danger was and who the real thugs were!
"Ah, don't get me wrong, Pierce." The editor smiled and said to him, "I mean you can't publish it now. The newspaper office just received a notice about a press conference. The president wants you to attend and then write a report when you come back. "
Brosnan was persistent, "What does this have to do with publishing this report now?"
"Well, I think … this report will be more attractive if it is put together with the report about the press conference." The editor was not angry. He still smiled and said, "Do you know what press conference it is?"
Brosnan shook his head.
"It's called by the Nottingham Forest Football Club to respond to Millwall's nonsense about who caused the fan riot."
Brosnan's eyes widened.
"You go, Pierce. Your friend Tony Twain will attend the press conference. I think wherever he is, there will be no shortage of news elements and dramatic scenes. "
As soon as the editor finished speaking, Brosnan turned and rushed out of the office.
※ ※ ※
When Brosnan ran into the press conference venue, panting, he found that it was already full of people. There were definitely no seats left. He could only stand at the door and squeeze with the television cameras in the back.
The number of media at the press conference was beyond Brosnan's expectations. There were five television stations. Two were local television stations in Nottingham, and the other three were Sky Television, BBC National Television, and ITV.
As for the print and online media, there were even more. It was impossible to recognize them all.
It seemed that everyone was very concerned about the fan riot in the stands. Football violence seems to have left our league, but in fact, it has never disappeared. It is just insidiously lurking outside of our perception, reviving at the first opportunity. Bruce thought of the innocent Gavin who had died … A few days ago, he had gone to Gavin's grave and found two bouquets of flowers in front of the tombstone. There was no signature on the two cards, so he didn't know who had sent them. But Brosnan guessed that one of the bunches was from Tang En. Based on his interactions with Tang En over the past half a year, he realized that the man with the violent appearance and the "keep away" sign was actually a person who valued relationships. It was just that he was too good at expressing his innermost feelings.
Why was the Forest team able to win 7: 1 in an away game against Millwall when they were in adversity? Brosnan thought about it during and after the game. If the Millwall fans did not use Gavin's name to provoke and ridicule the Forest team, perhaps Nottingham Forest could really lose this difficult game. But they did it. It was tantamount to stabbing a knife into Tang En's heart, and not only stabbing, but also sprinkling salt after stabbing.
Tony Twain was a football coach, not a killer. He could not abandon the game and jump into the stands to fight with the fans. But the anger in his chest had to be vented somewhere, so the poor Millwall team became the victim of their fans' momentary pleasure. Brosnan could even imagine how Tang En would behave during the halftime interval. He would definitely be waving his fists and roaring in that small room, letting all the team members understand that those who infuriated him, provoked him, provoked him, mocked him, and repeatedly challenged his bottom line would not have a good ending.
Just as he said in the post-match press conference: "Every time [those fans] sing, a goal will be scored! Every time they sing, a goal will be scored! Until they dare not speak again! "
To be honest, Brosnan did not have the slightest doubt that the Forest team could really do it. Because he knew very well that it was Tony Twain's Forest team. At that time, he was excited to see the Forest team score every goal from the stands, like a fanatical Forest fan sitting in the press box. Any Forest fan would be as excited as he was after the storm in the first half, right? Looking at the Millwall fans who gradually became silent, all the depression in his chest was swept away! That feeling was even more exciting than the orgasm of making love with a woman!
Tang En was right. What kind of manager could win the hearts of the fans the most? Victory! A manager who could bring victory! From these two games, Tony Twain, who had experienced the failure to get promoted and had been honed in the youth team, had clearly become more mature. Of course, it was more mature compared to before. He must have seriously thought about his present and future. After he was clear about the direction he wanted to go, he no longer hesitated and walked forward step by step with his feet firmly on the ground.
Just as Brosnan was in a daze, the noise at the press conference gradually subsided and finally disappeared completely. Tony Twain and Evan Doughty, the two current big figures of the Nottingham Forest Football Club, walked up to the front stage together. The chairman sat down, while the manager stood in front of his seat and looked at the microphones, recording pens, tape recorders, and even mobile phones on the table. He did not count them because he could not count them all.
But he still saw a few familiar signs.
"Sky Television, BBC, ITV, The Sun …" Twain casually said the signs he recognized, as if he was talking to himself. "That's great. All the influential ones are here."
Then he looked at the reporter sitting in front of him. "Let me ask, is there any media from Millwall, such as their official website, or reporters who have a close relationship with the club or have a working relationship with them?"
The reporters below looked left and right, then back and forth. No one raised their hand or stood up, and no one made a sound.
Twain shook his head. "What a pity. Forget it, it's the same if I tell you. I believe that blind chairman Paphitis can still hear. Even if he can't read newspapers, he can still listen to television and radio, right? "
His first sentence caused a commotion among the reporters below. That was a blatant personal attack …
So, someone raised his hand.
"Sir, do you have any questions?" Twain said, pointing at him.
"Uh, I hope Mr. Twain can know what kind of impact what you just said will have on you …" A balding reporter wearing a beige suit stood up.
"Hey, why didn't you raise your hand when I asked if there were any media related to Millwall Club?" Twain frowned.
"I have nothing to do with Millwall Club. I'm just reminding you, Mr. Twain. I'm … "
Twain waved his hand to interrupt the reporter. "I don't care which media you're from. I know what you're going to say … It's nothing more than that blind Mr. Paphitis will be very angry, and the consequences will be very serious. Am I right? "He stared at the other person, his eyes aggressive. "Then let me ask you, esteemed Mr. Reporter … When his club's fans in the stands used the dead young Forest fan as lyrics, insulted my team, and provoked my fans, how do I feel? How do you think I should feel?! "
Twain abruptly raised the volume of his voice. The poor little reporter even trembled involuntarily under his violent shout.
"He said he didn't see his team provoking the Forest fans in the stands. He also said he didn't hear the songs those fans sang. Ah, I'm so sorry. I just said he was blind. In fact, not only is he blind, but he's also deaf! If he intends to say he doesn't know what the lyrics those fans sang mean, then I'm honored to announce that the esteemed Mr. Paphitis has a problem with his head! 'Brain-disabled!' Have you heard of this term? No? Very well, the Encyclopedia Britannica should include this term. I invented it, and then write in the entry notes: mentally disabled. Example: Please refer to the esteemed chairman of Millwall Club, Mr. Teo Paphitis! " Twain used the tone of reprimanding a player to lash out at the chairman of Millwall Club. Poor reporter. He must have been mistaken by Twain for Teo Paphitis.
"His fans used songs to insult my fans. It was so loud that it could be heard clearly in the broadcast. For a full half a minute, the television camera did not change its focus on that section of the stands. He actually said he didn't see it, nor did he hear it! Is there any logical problem with me saying that he's blind and deaf? Am I slandering him? Am I speaking blindly? What is he angry about? What right does he have to be angry? If he's still going to play dumb, then I'll tell him right now that his fans used the most despicable and despicable means to mock my team. I'm even more f * cking angry than he is! The consequences will be even more f * cking serious! "
Twain slammed his fist on the table and roared fiercely. The press conference venue was silent. Perhaps everyone was frightened by the emotions he displayed.
Before coming, some people thought this was just Nottingham Forest Club's way of saying things about Millwall Club, an official statement that went through the motions. No one expected to see such a good show. How was this an official statement? This was scolding at the top of his lungs. To scold a manager at a press conference … he should be the first one, right?
(To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log on to WWW. CMFU. com. More chapters. Support the author. Support original reading!)
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
