champion godfather

Chapter 61 Football Hooligans

This is a bar that also uses red as the main color, but it is more colorful than Burns' bar, like blood red.This Victorian building stands in an open place on the corner of the street, with the Forest team flag hanging at the door, and people can know from afar what kind of fan gathering place this is.Standing outside the door, one could hear the chatter and laughter coming from inside, the orange light came out from the windows and the door, and the figures swayed like firelight.

"Robin Hood Bar..." Bill told Tang En that this was the name. He read the name on the neon sign with a sneer of disdain. "Do you really fucking think you're a grand thief?"

He stepped forward and slammed open the closed door.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the glass on the door let out a mournful cry.

The bustling bar suddenly fell silent, and these "alcoholics" turned their heads to look in surprise at the uninvited guest who broke in suddenly.

As soon as Tang En entered the door, he caught a glimpse of a forest team flag hanging on the side of the door, with gold words on it: Glory is my life.

He twisted his mouth and pulled it off forcefully.This action ignited the anger of everyone in the audience, and those men shouted at Tang En, "What the hell are you doing!"

"Hold on, guys." A voice stopped them. "Welcome the head coach of the Forest team, Tony Twain!" Following this excited voice, Mark Hodge came out from behind the crowd, and he opened his arms in a gesture of welcome.

The people around were still stunned, but soon they also recognized the person standing in front of them, so they raised their glasses and shouted loudly.

"Forest! Forest! Nottingham Forest!"

The atmosphere in the bar seemed to be reaching a climax, but among this group of excited old men, Tang En remained indifferent.He noticed that most of these people had cuts on their faces, blood and bruises that hadn't been cleaned up.He stood at the door, expressionless, looking at everything in front of him coldly.

The group of drunken people yelled for about a minute, but Tang En remained the same as when he first came in, saying nothing.Someone gradually felt that something was wrong, so the cry gradually weakened, and finally returned to calm.This scene is a bit weird, a group of men and a man are looking at each other, but they don't understand why they are doing this...

Hodge didn't understand either. He was a little excited when he saw Tang En appearing in the bar.But looking at it now, the other party didn't come to ask me to drink.

"The beer is good, right?" Tang En finally said, "Is it fun to fight?"

The experienced bar owner only heard this sentence, and asked the international students working in his bar: "Have you changed all the wine glasses?"

The young migrant worker nodded: "It's changed, boss."

Every game day, the bar will replace those thick and strong wine glasses, and then sell inferior but good wine glasses instead.If a good wine glass is broken, the boss will feel distressed, but if a bad wine glass falls, it will fall, and it will not kill someone if he hits someone on the head.It has become a bar tradition in one fell swoop.

"Very good, pay attention to protecting yourself when we fight later..." The boss patted the young man on the shoulder and motioned him to shrink under the bar.

"Boss, what about you?"

"Don't worry about what to do, squat down!" The boss picked up a wine glass in his hand, and then pressed the wage earner down.

Tang En has not finished speaking over there.

"The battle with Millwall, did you win or lose?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding why Tang En asked these questions.

"But I seem to have heard that you were beaten to pieces, and you were in a terrible embarrassment."

It was obvious that the visitor was not kind, and the men who were shouting "Forest Forest" just now became nervous again.

Hodge stood opposite Tang En. He frowned and said, "Tang En, you said you wouldn't care what we do..."

"That's right, I said it! But I also said don't bring irrelevant people into it..." Tang En interrupted Hodge abruptly, and he said through gritted teeth, "Now I regret why I didn't call the police to arrest all of you Get all the sons of a bitch! My team is out on the court playing and trying to win and you're out there fucking fighting people! Don't take the fucking credit in front of me, you don't deserve it!" he saw Some people seemed to open their mouths to refute, and directly gambled back the other party's words.

"Break your opponent's nose so they bleed; break their hands and legs so they lie on the ground and howl; knock over an innocent child and step on him...is that what you call honor? This is your fucking honor?!" Tang En's hand holding the flag trembled slightly, his knuckles turning white.

"You think you are great? Do you think you are the hero of this team? You..."

Tang En recalled the afternoon when he first met little Bernard, the sun was so bright that it was dazzling.Tang En will never forget his excitement when he got Wood's autograph. He was George's first fan.

He felt ashamed and guilty that he had even defended the group in front of him, and he felt remorse and anger that he hadn't stopped them in time.

"...you bastards!" He tore the red flag with the Forest team emblem and "Glory is my name" in two.With a hiss, the people around him became angry.

Under the impetus of alcohol, those men who drank too much screamed and wanted to rush to teach Tang En who didn't know what to do.But Hodge stopped them with his hand.

"You'd better give me an explanation, otherwise... I don't care who the hell you are!" Hodge gritted his teeth. "This is not the place of that fellow Burns!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, Mark! Hit him! That bastard tore up our flag!"

"I'm sending you to God! Just like you ripped our flag, you bastard!"

"How dare you insult our glory! When we were cheering for the Forest team, you were still in your father's balls, bastard!"

"Bitch, you're the fucking bastard!"

His subordinates roared and waved their fists, like beasts about to be released from their cages, their faces were ferocious and disgusting.

(End of this chapter)