Chapter 59
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After the three men separated, the coaches and team doctors in the technical area also came up to congratulate Tang En. This was Tang En's first season as the First Team manager, and his performance was much better than many people had expected. From a mid-table ranking when he took over to the current promotion play-offs, Tang En could be said to have contributed greatly.
The manager was the true soul of a team. An excellent manager would bring a bright future to the team, while a bad manager would only lead the team into a dark hell. Tang En clearly belonged to the former. Now, everyone in the team was convinced by this guy who had been hit in the head. The disdain and ridicule he had shown when he first took over the team were long gone.
The rules of professional football were actually very simple: if you could win, you could gain the respect of others. Everything else was nonsense. Where did fame come from? Where did status come from? Where did connections come from? They were all obtained through victories and results. It was impossible for a complete failure to have any of the above.
Looking at the change in attitude of the people around him and listening to the thunderous cheers from the stands, Tang En firmly believed that the path he had chosen was not wrong.
I belong to this stadium, to victory.
In the post-match press conference, the two managers were very relaxed because the result of the game was not unfair to both teams. The team that needed to play the promotion play-offs had obtained three morale-boosting points, while the other team had no desire. Three points or zero points made no difference to them.
Only Pierce Brosnan, who was sitting in the press box and watching the others scramble to ask questions, found the scene ironic.
The two opponents chatted cheerfully on the high platform, giving each other insincere compliments. They were on good terms, like old friends who had known each other for many years.
And in a corner that they could not see, the fans of both sides must be fighting "hot-blooded," punching each other, for the glory of their respective teams.
Brosnan did not think that the drunk Millwall fans would leave Nottingham empty-handed. Even if they wanted to, the similarly drunk Forest fans would probably make them stay.
These football hooligans did not dare to fight near the stadium because the City Ground stadium was surrounded by surveillance cameras. However, these cameras could not cover all of Nottingham.
Teams pursue glory when they win, and fans also pursue glory when they cheer for their team. A group of football hooligans also pursue glory when they fight with another group of football hooligans. Why does the same word have different meanings when used on them? Why is the difference so big?
Even an Englishman like Pierce Brosnan could not understand this phenomenon.
The Forest Bar operated by Kenny Burns was as lively as ever. It was even livelier than the previous competition days because the official competitions of the season had all ended. At this time, many people liked to go to the bar they frequented to have a few drinks and discuss the season that had just passed with their friends. If they happened to achieve a good result, the bar owners would be grinning from ear to ear.
Even though this was not the first time Tang En and the others had come to this bar, the fans nearby all knew that Burns' bar was the favorite place of the Forest coaches. But today was different. From the moment they appeared in the bar, they became the focus of everyone's attention. Everyone was discussing Tang En's miraculous half-season as the acting manager. Everyone who saw him would raise their wine glasses high in the air to greet him.
Tang En's vanity was greatly satisfied. He liked the feeling of being the center of attention and the topic of conversation.
When he excitedly announced that he would be treating tonight's drinks, the atmosphere in the bar reached a climax. Everyone was praising Tang En's generosity and discussing Tang En's achievements. There were even some people who had a little too much to drink who compared him to Brian Clough.
So, in such a lively environment, when the door was slammed open with a dull thud that did not match the joyous atmosphere, the uninvited guest who barged in naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.
Is it that Mark Hodge again? Too bad Michael isn't here … Tang En thought as he stuck his head out to look. In the end, he saw a round belly.
"Hey! John! " Tang En raised his wine glass and stood up, loudly teasing the fat man. "Look at how flustered you look with your head covered in sweat! Are you being chased by someone? "
His words amused the other people in the bar.
"Where's Michael? The two of you are always together … "Tang En looked at the door. There was no one else coming in. "If he didn't already have the cute little Gavin, I'd really wonder if the two of you …"
Fat John, who was panting heavily, finally recovered. He pressed his fat body against the bar counter and lowered his head, weakly interrupting Tang En's words. "Tony, something happened to Gavin …"
"April 1st has long passed, John," Tang En said with a grin.
John did not answer him. He only lowered his head and panted. In a noisy place like the bar, his panting was very loud. Tang En stood in front of him with a wine glass in his hand, but the smile on his face was fading bit by bit.
Because he could tell that it was not the sound of panting, but the sound of crying.
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