Twain was not afraid to face these impulsive fellows. The person closest to him could hit his nose as long as he swung his fist forward, but Twain did not take a step back in front of these people's anger.
He forcefully threw the flag in half at Hodge. "Michael's son is dead, and the murderer is you!"
The bar that had been as noisy as a colosseum suddenly quieted down. Everyone looked at Twain in shock, letting the flag that they regarded as their life fall to the ground.
Hodge was also shocked. He asked, "What are you talking about?"
The door behind Twain was pushed open again, and a sweating Kenny Burns appeared in front of everyone. "Tony's right. Your people knocked down Gavin when they were escaping, and then you and those bastards from Millwall stepped over him … "
Hodge's eyes widened. He could not believe what he had heard. He had not drunk too much, and his mind was clear.
Twain took a step forward and stared at Mark Hodge. "Glory is My Life" was stepped on by him, losing its golden brilliance.
"Football hooligan?" he scoffed. He turned and left the dead bar. "F * ck you!"
Everyone watched him leave in silence. Hodge's eyes were wide open, unable to believe what he had just seen. Burns looked at the dumbfounded Hodge and his men, then turned and left with Twain.
"Kenny … Do you know, when I heard that Gavin was … I really wanted to kill those bastards," Twain said as they walked out of the bar.
Burns nodded. "I understand."
"But when I saw them, I suddenly felt that they were very pitiful. I can't tell why, but I suddenly felt pity for them … It's such a strange feeling. I should have rushed up and punched Hodge. Why did it turn out like this … "Twain murmured as he stood by the street with his head lowered.
"Tony, even if you beat them all into the hospital for half a year … Gavin won't come back." Burns patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.
Twain looked up at Burns and nodded. "I know, I know … It's because of this that I feel angry. It's like … it's like I'm watching the team lose, but there's nothing I can do … Failure, pain … F * ck! "
Suddenly, he punched the phone booth next to him. Crash! Glass shattered all over the floor.
"I had the chance to save everything! I could have prevented Gavin's death! I called them murderers, but I knew I was one too! I'm a f * cking murderer … "Tang En hugged his head and squatted down. Blood flowed down his wrist and dripped onto the ground.
Bowens didn't stop him. He just quietly watched him vent.
Passersby carefully walked around them, looking at them with fear and sympathy, thinking that they must be in cahoots with the group from Robin Hood.
Cars drove past them one by one, splashing the water on the side of the road, but the two of them did not dodge, letting the dirty water splash on their bodies.
The next day, the Nottingham Evening Post was the first to report on the clash between Nottingham Forest fans and Millwall fans in the final round of the EFL League One. Following that, other major media outlets made corresponding reports. Even a major newspaper like The Times paid attention to the incident.
Fights between football fans were not rare in the United Kingdom. The media and the public had long been accustomed to it. There was only one reason for so many media outlets to pay attention to a fight after a League One match — someone died.
"… In the final round of the EFL League One yesterday, after the match between Nottingham Forest and Millwall, fan groups from both sides gathered in an alley to fight … In the conflict, an innocent 12-year-old boy was unfortunately involved and died after rescue efforts failed …"
There were only two lines of information about Gavin Bernard in the report. There was nothing but his age. There was no name or description of his character. People would not know how smart and cute the innocent child who died was, how likable he was, and how … he did not deserve to die.
The cold report was so objective and fair that Tang En hated it. But when the media dug deeper into the boy's death, Tang En did not want to read the newspaper anymore. Because looking at Gavin's photo that the reporters dug up from the school and their description of Gavin's death, Tang En felt as if he had experienced what happened that night again.
He was angry, but had nowhere to vent.
As he was the head of the fans, Michael had a good relationship with many of the Forest players, such as Michael Dawson, Andy Reid, Marlon Hailwood, Ian Jess, and so on. Everyone knew that he had a smart and cute child, Gavin Bernard.
Therefore, when they learned from the media that little Gavin had died in a clash between the fans, they almost lost the will to train. The coaches also did not yell at them on the training ground, and Tang En did not ask them to focus … The entire club was immersed in a kind of sadness.
Because Gavin's mother could not admit the pain of seeing the child's body, Michael decided to bury him early. The date of the funeral was set for May 9th. At the end of training on the 8th, Tang En told the players about the funeral and hoped that everyone could send the poor child off when the time came.
No one objected to Tang En's decision. The coaches, the team doctor, the assistant managers, and even the chairman, Mr. Doughty, all agreed with the decision. Everyone, including Tang En himself, might have forgotten that a day later, they would be welcoming a strong opponent at home to play an important game.
On May 10th, Nottingham Forest would be against Sheffield United in the first leg of the English League One promotion playoff semi-finals.
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