19th April, Round 43 of the Premier League. Nottingham Forest had an away game against fourth-placed Reading.
"… This is a tough away game. Nottingham Forest has encountered the home team's tenacious resistance at The Madejski Stadium!"
"John, I don't think this is right … Why would the away team encounter the home team's tenacious resistance in the game? Doesn't this sound like Nottingham Forest has turned the tables? "
"Stephen, you're right. That's right, Tang En's team has turned the tables! "
The commentator and guest's voices came from the radio. Randy James, who was sitting in the driver's seat, pressed the horn hard. "Well done! Tony! "
The passenger in the back frowned and complained, "Don't press that thing. I can't hear the broadcast!"
"Ah … I'm sorry, sir. Are you a Forest fan, too? " There were few cars in front and the road was wide. The driver, Randy, exchanged a few words with the big-bellied passenger in the back.
"Of course, I've been one since I was young." The passenger was a man of few words. Clearly, he did not want to miss the game broadcast because he was chatting. "Look ahead!"
"Don't worry, sir. At this time, everyone is watching the game and drinking in the bar. There are not many people on the road. Furthermore, you can rest assured about my skills. I'm an old driver with 27 years of driving … "Randy turned his head as he spoke. At this moment, the radio in the car suddenly blared with a loud noise. Amidst the crackling sounds, as if there was a problem with the sound system, John Motson screamed.
“Yes！ Yes！ Yes — Ian Jess! A beautiful direct free kick! Like an arrow, it pierced through the Reading team's human wall and pierced the heart! This is a fatal blow! In the 74th minute, Nottingham Forest takes the lead in the away game, 1: 0! "
Randy James, who was sitting in the front driver's seat, and the big-bellied passenger in the middle of the back seat raised their hands at the same time and shouted, "Forest, Forest!"
Bang! Bang! This was the sound of their hands hitting the roof of the car.
Screech! This was the sound of the tires rubbing against the asphalt.
The black, square-shaped taxi made a zigzag turn on the road and then returned to normal.
"Bastard! You're still driving! "The passenger's panicked scolding came from inside the car.
Driver Landy, on the other hand, seemed very excited. "Sir, I said that you can completely trust my skills! Haha, long live Forest! "
Inside the Madjeski Stadium, the visiting Forest fans became the main characters. They sang loudly to celebrate the team's victory.
The final whistle for the match had already sounded. Tang En and his soldiers — yes, this was a battle that concerned their respective fates and futures. He, Tang En, was the supreme commander, while the players were his soldiers — gathered together to celebrate their victory. Having successfully obtained three points, he had taken a solid step forward in the ranking competition in the future.
"The Forest team has won! This is a dreary match, but Twain will definitely not agree with my opinion. These three points are crucial for Forest Team! Thank God, they won! Poor Reading team … "
When the team came out of the locker room and boarded the team bus waiting outside, some people would stop to give autographs to the Forest fans who enthusiastically followed them to the away game, and even meet their requests for photos.
The treatment that Tang En received was not inferior to the players at all. As a manager, it was a blessing to have fans asking him for autographs.
"Hey! Tony, we can go to the Super League! Right? "When Tang En walked to the side of the fence to give autographs to the fans, there would always be such a voice asking him.
Tang En grinned and nodded. "That's right, we'll go to the Super League!"
Then, Tang En lowered his head and signed all the way over. The team had won, so everyone was in a good mood. He was also happy to meet all the fans' requests.
Then, he stopped in front of a person, only to realize that this person did not have a notebook, Forest Team postcard, Forest Team jersey, scarf, or hat in his hands. He just stood in front of Tang En empty-handed, with no intention of asking for an autograph.
Tang En raised his head strangely, and was slightly surprised to find that the person standing in front of him was the Boss who had led the others to chant slogans and sing songs at the side of the training ground that day.
This was an elderly middle-aged man with a pair of gray eyes, white hair at the temples, and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead. He even looked a little amiable, and did not have the hideous scars or weird accessories that Tang En had imagined. Of course, that was Tang En's imagination.
Tang En looked at him, and he looked back at Tang En.
"Mark Hodge." The other party took the initiative to introduce himself, and at the same time, extended his hand.
The other party took the initiative to show friendliness, and Tang En could not refuse. So, he also extended his hand. "Tony Twain."
Hodge grinned at him. "There's no need to introduce yourself. Everyone knows your name. The reason why Forest Team can have such a performance is all because of you! Well done! "
"Thank you." Tang En smiled, and did not have much of a reaction to Hodge's praise. Right now, his mind was in a mess. Was this seemingly polite middle-aged man really the Boss of a football hooligan society? Could you imagine him suddenly fiercely swinging a brick to smash someone's head?
"I have a question for Mr. Tang En," Hodge said, staring at Tang En.
"Please speak."
"In the last round of the league tournament, our match against Millwall, how confident is your team in winning?"
Tang En wondered why he did not ask questions like "can we be in the English Premier League next season?" Instead, he was concerned about the outcome of a match. According to Forest Team's current situation, the final match of the league tournament might already be a foregone conclusion. Winning or losing was not important.
"… That depends on the situation of the team at that time. If the qualification for the play-offs is confirmed in advance, or if we are directly promoted, I won't put too much energy into the last game, "Tang En answered truthfully. If this question was thrown out by a reporter, Tang En would definitely be full of lies to fool the media.
Hodge shook his head in disappointment. "That won't do, Mr. Tang En. I think no matter what situation we are in before that game, it's best to win the game against Millwall."
"Do we have a feud with them?"
"Uh, don't you think it would be better to end the season with a victory?"
Tang En thought about it. What Hodge said was right, and he did not think the substitute lineup he sent would lose to Millwall at home. So, he nodded. "Okay, I think it will be a victory like today."
Hodge was happy that Tang En could say that. "We all like to win, don't we?"
"That's right." Tang En nodded.
Hodge flipped up the hood of his jumper and put it on his head. He said goodbye to Tang En, then turned and squeezed out of the crowd. Tang En did not see his brothers. He was alone. It looked like he was specifically waiting here to ask him this question.
Not far away, there were fans calling his name. Tang En turned and walked over.
Hodge's excuse was too far-fetched, but Tang En was not in the mood to care why he wanted to see Forest Team defeat Millwall.
It was probably because everyone wanted to see victory, not defeat.
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