12 We Were Raped Part 2 (1/2)

Chapter 12: We Were Raped Part 2

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Tang En remembered Walker's words and went straight from the player's corridor to the press conference room. There were not many people except the cameras set up in the small room. The host was somewhat astonished that Twain was so early.

Tang En saw the odd expression in his eyes, so he asked, ”Am I too early?”

”Yes, sir. Most of the journalists are still interviewing the players in the mixed zone at this time.”

Tang En looked at the table and sat down in the seat marked with his name, ”Then I'll just wait here.”

The press officer did not object. Tang En took the opportunity to carefully observe the press conference scene. He knew he would at least have to make frequent appearances here for half a year. Ah, what a wonderful thing it was to be able to deliver a harangue in front of so much media, and then let the reporters turn the words into print.

But now Tang En was not in the mood to think about that. He was still brooding over his team losing to an ”act of God.”

He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize that more and more people were in the press conference room and the sounds were getting louder. When Tang En turned his attention back, he found that most of the reporters had already appeared in the room, but very few of them were seated in their places, they were standing and chatting in groups.

What are you chatting about… are you chatting about the match just now?

The visiting manager's seat to his side was still empty. Tang En's heart welled up in anger. Roeder, you bastard, you won the match and still let me wait for you, arrogant jerk!

He knocked on the microphone, the knocking sound was amplified through the speakers, the reporters on the scene turned to look at him.

”I hereby declare that the press conference has officially started, whatever you wish to ask, you can do so quickly, now.” Twain completely cast the press official aside and took on the additional duty.

The reporters did not expect the manager to be so impatient, so they looked to the press officer. The press officer also felt that it was okay for him to be interviewed first, so he shrugged, ”We can begin.”

Reporters then took their seats one after another and raised their hands to ask questions. Of course, what everyone cared about the most was still why the difference was so great in the Forest team between the first and second half.

”Regarding this question... it's very simple. During halftime, I invited a group of fans to the locker room.” Twain briefly answered the question. The room immediately erupted.

The reporters knew what kind of place the locker room was. This mysterious place was completely closed to reporters, many of them had racked their brains to pry into a team's locker room secrets, to no avail. Yet Tony Twain let the fans strut into the locker room!

For a moment countless hands immediately raised, and the scene became somewhat unmanageable. The press officer did not know what to do. So many reporters asking questions. Who to call?

Tang En helped him out of the predicament and slapped his hand on the table. With a bang, the whole room fell silent.

Twain spoke to the reporters with a straight face. ”I know what you want to ask. Maybe the locker room is sacred in everybody's eyes, but not in my eyes. It's as simple as that. I refuse to answer all the questions regarding the locker room again. You want to know the situation, go find those fans yourselves. Next question.” He looked at his watch impatiently, this had already taken 10 minutes, and Glenn Roeder had not yet arrived. A Premier League manager was definitely different. Such arrogance. If I hadn't taken the initiative, I'm afraid I would still be waiting here like a fool.

The reporters looked at each other in alarm. This manager seemed to have a bad temper. There were very few managers who did not give a damn about the press, only big-name managers were entitled to do so. Like Sir Alex Ferguson...

The room was silent for a moment. Tang En thought the reporters had no further questions to ask so he got up to leave. At this time someone raised his hand. ”Wait, Manager Tony Twain! I'm Pierce Brosnan, a reporter for the Nottingham Evening Post. In the second half, we had two goals that were invalid, and I want to hear your opinion on it,” a fair-skinned young man with gold-rimmed glasses stood up and asked.

This man reminded Tang En of Glenn Roeder, so he grumpily asked in return, ”What do you want to hear? I made the most appropriate tactical arrangements, I brought on the best players, I thought I could secure a beautiful victory. But when you find out no matter how hard you try, you can't fight against some 'act of God,' then you can understand how I feel now.” Pausing, he looked at the poor speechless young man who seemed to be about the same age as him. Maybe he was a newspaper intern…...

”You ask me what I think? My opinion is this: We were raped by the referee.”

There was an immediate buzz in the room. Someone asked loudly, ”Mr. Manager, did you say 'raped'?”

Twain nodded in certainty. ”Yes, raped. Not 'offended', nor 'violated', 'forced', ”insulted'. It's 'raped'! Two perfectly fine goals judged invalid, if it was not rape, then what is it?”

The press officer whispered to him on the side as a reminder, ”Manager Twain, I think you know what the consequences will be for you ...”

Twain gave him a look, ”Whatever.” Then he pointed at the excited reporters and said, ”You write it as it is, not a word changed. I don't care! Good day, gentlemen!”