Although Tang En led the team to a record of five wins and one loss in the league tournament in March, he still lost to Portsmouth's manager, Harry Redknapp, who won all six matches in the selection of the best manager. Losing to this man did not affect Tang En's good mood. After all, he was a long-established figure in English football.
In order to celebrate the team's results during this period, Burns held a celebratory party in the bar. It was a very simple and casual kind. He invited all his friends who were willing to come. Of course, the players could not come. Even if they wanted to drink and have fun, it would depend on whether Tang En agreed or not. Tang En was a standard alcoholic, but he did not allow his players to drink. They could drink however they wanted after the season ended, but not now.
Michael brought his son over. As a result, the clever little Bernard quickly became the center of attention. Tang En raised a glass full of beer and walked up to little Bernard. The glass was almost as big as his head.
"Here, uncle will feed you …" Tang En was tongue-tied as he said this. Only God knew how much alcohol he had drunk.
He had just handed the glass to little Bernard when Michael, who was standing at the side, snatched it away and downed it in one gulp.
Tang En watched as Michael's throat moved up and down. With the sound of gulping, the large glass of beer went into someone else's stomach. His eyes stared straight. "That's my beer —!"
"I know." Michael, who had finished drinking, wiped the foam from the side of his mouth and burped. Satisfied, he said, "Thank you for treating me."
"You …" Tang En opened his mouth to scold him, but he was stopped by the other party.
"Bastard! Don't swear in front of my son! "
Tang En was completely defeated.
The people around him burst into loud laughter. Among the hoarse and rough laughter of a group of men, little Bernard's crisp voice was particularly clear. "Boss, give Mr. Tang a glass of the freshest fruit juice. Count it as my treat!"
The crowd, who had just recovered, burst into laughter again.
Tang En raised his hands in surrender.
Fat John held his glass and shouted happily, "Who beat Tony?"
Walker mimicked the stadium broadcast and yelled, "Gavin —"
The others immediately echoed, as if they were watching a game on the field. "— Bernard!"
The atmosphere in the bar reached a small climax, and then everyone continued to drink and chat with their respective glasses. Michael brought his son to sit at Twain's table. Everyone welcomed the adorable little Bernard and gave his father the cold shoulder.
"The son is much more likable than the father," Tang En commented.
"You're not very likable either," Michael retorted.
Tang En chuckled. "That means the two of us should have something in common."
"Who would have a common language with someone like you?" Michael Bernard picked up his glass and shook it at Twain. Twain understood what he meant, so he picked up his glass as well. Their glasses clinked against each other.
"Tony."
"Hmm?"
"Will our team be playing in the Premier League next season?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
"Very good. If you can't do it, I'll go behind your seat and scold you every home game. "
"Dream on! I won't give you that chance! "
The two men gulped down the wine in their glasses, then looked at each other and laughed.
The heavy bar door was pushed open, and a man wearing a cap squeezed in. Although he deliberately kept a low profile, someone quickly recognized him.
The bar, which had been very noisy just now, gradually quieted down. The silence spread from the door to the entire bar.
Tang En and Michael, who were sitting in the innermost area, also felt the strange atmosphere.
Michael got up and looked back, and then he saw the visitor standing at the door looking around.
Then, Tang En found that the smile on Michael's face quickly faded. So he also stood up. He saw an older middle-aged man wearing a cap.
Michael saw the uninvited guest who suddenly barged into the happy party, and the uninvited guest naturally saw him.
"Mike …" He opened his mouth to greet him, but was stopped by Michael.
"I know what you want to do. I won't bother with your business, but don't come looking for me. I've said it before, I have nothing to do with you a long time ago! Me, John, they all are. "
When Michael finished speaking, John, who was at the door, stood in front of the visitor and stared at him with an unfriendly expression. His meaning could not be more obvious.
"John, listen to me …"
Fat John interrupted him coldly. "I don't know you."
As he said this, the people around him also surrounded him.
The uninvited guest saw everyone's formation and became a little angry. He pointed at John and Michael behind him and scolded, "You traitors who betrayed your brothers!"
These words interested Tang En. "Betrayal," "brothers," "traitors," was it from "Young and Dangerous"? He tiptoed, hoping to see what the man looked like and whether there were any scars on his face …
"Those bastards from Millwall issued a challenge to us! This is a matter of our honor! Yet you guys are here pretending to know nothing and drinking for fun … "
Burns's cold voice came from the staircase. "I remember saying that people like you are not welcome here."
The newcomer was very afraid of Burns, and his anger dissipated in an instant. Tang En could not help but admire the man's quick change of attitude. However, he did not understand what was happening in front of him. The show was baffling.
"Kenny …"
"Get lost!"
Burns unceremoniously ordered him to leave. Everyone in the bar stared at the uninvited guest who barged into their gathering with disgust. The visitor helplessly glared at Fat John, who was blocking his way, and turned to leave.
Watching the door of the bar close again, everyone continued drinking and chatting as if nothing had happened. The atmosphere instantly returned to its original state.
However, Michael seemed to be in a bad mood. He gulped down the wine in his glass and mumbled something. After that, he mumbled something vaguely. Even though it was noisy around them, Tang En still heard it.
"F * ck your honor …"
Michael, who had finished his glass, stood up and apologized to Tang En and Walker. "I have to go home. Gavin should go to bed."
Walker nodded, expressing his understanding. Michael looked at Tang En, who was still a little confused. "Remember what you said, Tony. If we're still in League One after this season, I'll show you! "
With that, he squeezed out of the crowd with his son.
From the moment the uninvited guest came in to Michael's departure, Tang En was confused. What was going on tonight?! Turning his head, he saw Walker leisurely drinking his beer. Tang En felt that he must know the inside story, so he asked him with a face full of gossip, "Des, do you know who just came in? Everyone seems to know each other, so why are they being so mean? "
Walker glanced at Tang En and said, "Mark Hodge, the boss of 'Naughty Ford.'"
"What's that?"
This time, Walker drank all the beer in his glass and panted before answering Tang En's question. He enunciated each word clearly, "Football hooligans."
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