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Chapter 121 Volume [-] The sky of Nottingham meets Millwall again (Thank you for your support!)

Following the sound of ding, a burst of footsteps came from the direction of the elevator, and Tang En, who was drinking tea by the window in the lobby, turned his head.

The players who had a short break were coming out of the elevator, and some were still yawning.Des Walker walked out quickly from the players, then turned around and looked at the elevator, urging loudly: "Hurry up, hurry up! Don't look like you're not awake, it's not tea time!"

Since determining the goal and direction of the team's struggle this season, this man has also recovered his passion for work overnight.

Tang En looked down at the watch on his wrist. It was 55:[-], the team set off at this time, and the time was just right.He put the teacup in his hand back on the table, folded the newspaper on his lap and put it back on the newspaper rack next to his seat, then got up and walked towards the hotel gate.

It is nearly two o'clock in the afternoon on December [-]th. They are at the Scotton Hotel in south London. A red bus with "Nottingham Forest" and the Forest team logo on the body is quietly parked at the door, waiting to be picked up. They go to their destination, Newden Stadium.

Seeing the head coach standing by the door without saying a word, the players trot unconsciously, hurrying to get on the bus.Some players don't understand why the head coach is not happy when they just beat their relegation direct rival Crystal Palace in the league?
Since training started on the second day of the game, almost no one saw Coach Tony Twain smile.

All the team members got into the car, and Walker walked up to Tang En and said to him, "Tony, everyone is here."

"Hmm. Where's the coaching staff?"

"They went first, with their equipment."

Tang En nodded: "Okay, let's go too."

Just as he was about to step into the car door, he suddenly heard someone calling him behind him. "Mr. Tang En! Wait a moment! Mr. Tang En, wait a moment!"

"Ah, Bruce." Tang En turned his head and saw Nottingham Evening Post reporter Pierce Bruce running out of the lobby panting with a small black leather notebook in his hand. "What's matter?"

Bruce ran up to him in one breath, put his hands on his knees, hunched his waist, and gasped for breath. After a while, he got up and looked at the bus, and said to Dunn intermittently: "I'm sorry, can you give me a ride? Get out of the car?"

This request surprised Tang En a little. "Putting reporters on the team bus...Bruce, your request is really...out of the ordinary."

"I'm really, really sorry...I slept through it, and my colleagues are all gone. He...they must have thought I was going first." Bruce explained awkwardly.

"You can call a taxi." Tang En pointed to the street outside.

"I... my wallet was in my bag, and my colleagues took it away..." Bruce said with a blushing face.

Tang En sighed, looking at this poor and unlucky guy, thinking about how much he had said good things about himself in the newspapers.Now he has difficulties, and he can't justify it if he doesn't help.

Walker got into the car and found that Twain hadn't followed, and the players were all turning their heads to look out the window, so he jumped out of the car again. "What's wrong? Tony..." He saw the Evening Post reporter standing next to Tang En. "Bruce, now is not the time for an interview."

"Mr. Walker, I'm not interviewing..."

Tang En interrupted him, and said to Walker: "He is a poor ghost who was abandoned by his companions because he overslept, and now he wants to hitch a ride."

Then he waved to Bruce: "Get in the car! You have to be glad you're not a woman..."

There are some taboos in professional football that cannot be ignored no matter which country you are in. For example, there is one that absolutely prohibits women from taking the same bus with players.That would be seen as an ominous omen of failure.That's why Dunn said that.If Bruce was a female reporter, then even if Twain agreed, the rest of the team would firmly oppose letting a woman get in the car and go to the Newden Stadium with them—everyone would become very sensitive before an important game and superstition.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Tang En! And Mr. Walker, thank you..." Bruce gratefully thanked the two coaches, and wanted to come up to shake hands, but Tang En slapped him and pushed him into the car.

"Stop talking nonsense! We have delayed long enough. If you want to thank you, please continue to help us speak well in the newspaper!"

"It must be..." Bruce staggered into the car and saw a group of players who looked at him curiously. He waved his hand a little embarrassedly. "Hi, hello everyone... I, uh, I..."

Just when he didn't know how to explain his embarrassing reasons, Tang En came up from behind, pointed at him and said loudly to the players: "This guy is an unlucky Evening Post reporter who overslept and broke!"

"Woo--" There were gloating hisses and laughter in the carriage.

"Mr. Reporter, tomorrow's Nottingham Evening Post's front page headline must not be the news that we have advanced to the semi-finals of the League Cup, but you!" Some players shouted loudly, which caused even bigger laughter from the players.Even Tang En showed a smile on his face. He patted Bruce on the shoulder and motioned him to sit down beside him.

"No matter what you see or hear in this car. I don't want to see it in the next day's newspaper. I just give you a ride, not an interview."

Bruce nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Tang En. I know what I should say and what I shouldn't say."

"That's good, I let you take a ride because I trust you." After speaking, Tang En stood up and raised his arms high, and shouted, "Drive! Let's go to Millwall's home court to fuck those bastards!"

"Oh!!" The players waved their fists and echoed in unison, and the drowsiness they had just gotten up from the bed was swept away.

Bruce wiped his sweat secretly. No wonder Dunn didn't let him publish what he saw and heard in the newspaper... These things may only be written in the future when he retires and plans to write a book about Nottingham Forest or Tony Twain, or he It will only be revealed when his private biography is published.

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The red bus is passing through the congested traffic on the London road. At this time, any road leading to Newden Stadium is estimated to have high traffic volume.Others don't take the game seriously, but the Millwall fans who live nearby do, and they flock to Newdon Ground from all directions to watch the Carabao Cup quarter-final.Millwall is still in the middle of the league standings after half a season. It is very difficult to get promoted to the Super League in this season, so they put more expectations on the "unpopular hotbed" League Cup and FA Cup superior.

Along the way, cars carrying Millwall fans can be seen passing by the Forest team. Those fans wearing blue and white Millwall jerseys will poke their heads out of the car windows when they see the red Forest team bus. , Ci Ya grinned and waved his fist at them, raised his middle finger, and yelled foul language that could be understood just by looking at the shape of his mouth.

Seeing these people, Dunn would think of Mark Hodge.That middle-aged man, who usually looks kind, will turn into an abominable beast once he touches alcohol in the stands.But even so, he is still far behind the football hooligans of Millwall.

After Gavin's accident, Dunn never heard the man's name again, and he never went to the Robin Hood bar where the football hooligans hang out.Maybe Hodge has left football, just like Michael; maybe he is still active in the stands, but as an ordinary fan; The corners that can't be taken care of, go to war with the Millwall football hooligans who defeated them on the "battlefield" last season, for their glory...

These people are a dark spot not just in football, but in British society as a whole, which is almost impossible to eradicate.No matter how the government cracks down on them, the football hooligans who came from the grassroots and took root here will always accompany the development of the game, just like the shadows under our feet.Maybe some people will sympathize with them and understand them, just like the original self.There will even be people who support, envy, and want to join them and become new football hooligans, waving their fists and fighting passionately for the honor of their clubs and teams.

Since the beginning of the 21st century, domestic football hooligans in the UK have shown signs of recovery. They have learned to gather teams on the Internet, discuss strategies to fight against hostile groups, and the route to the destination, which makes the police hard to guard against.Tang En is not a saint who loves all things in the world, and he is powerless to stop these young people whose brains are filled with a mixture of muscles and alcohol.He just hoped that a tragedy like Gavin's would not happen to him again, last time he regretted not stopping the fight in time.Now he won't allow anyone to hurt his friends, and everyone in his life.

Tang En, who recovered from his contemplation, suddenly discovered that the scene he saw outside the window hadn't changed for a while. He turned his head strangely to look at the front and then at the back.

The car stopped, surrounded by cars that stopped like them.

"Des, what's going on?" He asked Walker in front of him.

Walker turned around and shrugged at him: "I don't know, we're stuck here."

Tang En stood up and looked inside the carriage. The players didn't seem to notice anything unusual, they were all busy with their own affairs.Listen to music, close your eyes, make a phone call or chat with your teammates.

So he sat down again.He didn't know what happened in front of him. In short, there was a traffic jam. He had no choice but to wait patiently.I hope it's only temporary, just don't delay the start of the game for a while.

He turned his gaze out of the window again, and he couldn't see the end of the traffic flow in front of him, and he couldn't see the end of it at a glance.There were cars in front, back, left, and right. Even if he wanted the driver to turn the car around, he couldn't find another way out.

The anxious car horns sounded more and more frequently outside the car, and Tang En was disturbed by these sharp and harsh sounds.A sense of ominousness suddenly floated in his heart, just like the dark clouds in the sky, accumulating more and more.

When the driver of the bus couldn't help but honked his horn irritably, the players in the bus gradually began to notice the situation outside.Some people stood up and looked around, some took off their earphones and pointed out the window to chat with others, some opened their eyes from a nap and looked strangely at the stagnant traffic outside the window.Tang En noticed the small commotion in the carriage. He looked back, then waved his hands down, and said loudly, "Sit down, everyone, and continue with your work!"

The carriage was quiet again, but Tang En couldn't erase the puzzled and astonished expressions on the players' faces.

And the dark clouds in his own heart are gradually gathering because of the continuous honking of cars outside and the traffic flow that shows no sign of moving forward again.

He looked down at his watch, it was 02:30.

The kick-off time for the game is exactly three o'clock!

At this moment, Walker's cell phone and Bruce's cell phone rang at the same time.

Walker looked at the number and said to Dunn: "The coaching staff brought it..." Then he pressed the answer button.

Bruce also looked down at the number, and said to Tang En apologetically, "It's my colleague..." Then he got up and walked to the front of the car to answer the phone.

"Hello? Are you all here... Us? We're still on the way..." Walker looked up at the motionless street scene outside the car window. "There's a traffic jam...it's serious! Yes, why? They're all warming up?" His voice became anxious, and he looked at Dunn at the same time.

Tang En looked down at his watch again. One minute had passed, and there were only 1 minutes left before the start of the game!

Damn it!He cursed in his heart.

On the other side, at the front of the car, Bruce's voice turned from small to loud: "...Yes, sorry, Mr. Robson, I have slept...I am now? I am in the same car with the Forest team, I have a ride Their team car... No, I think we're stuck in traffic. What? A car accident!?" Bruce couldn't help but screamed loudly, then he turned his head to look at Dun En apologetically, hoping he wasn't angry. "Are you sure, Mr. Robson? Sure...uh, I don't know if I can..." He looked at the players who all stood up, and didn't continue talking.

The players in the car could no longer be quiet at this time, they stood up in a panic and looked around, whispering.

Tang En no longer asked them to be quiet, and in fact he couldn't ask for it.He turned his head to look out the window, and the sound of the horn made him even more restless.He forced himself to calm down in this environment.At this time, everyone in the team turned their attention to him, and hoped for him. He is the head coach of the team, and he is the person everyone will choose to trust in an emergency. He must not show the slightest panic.

Suddenly he saw a building similar to the entrance of an underground pedestrian tunnel on the street ahead.

He got up from his seat and walked over to the driver.Asked: "How far are we from the pitch?"

"About five miles, sir." The driver looked at the map displayed on the car's GPS satellite locator and replied.

Tang En nodded: "Please open the door!"

Then he turned to the bewildered team members in the car and said, "Guys, here's the good news: You don't have to go to the court to warm up later." He pointed to the open car door, "There is also bad news: Leave all the odds and ends of you in the car, and run them all down! Let's take the subway!"

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