61 The Football Hooligans Part 2 (1/2)

Chapter 61: The Football Hooligans Part 2

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

Like Burns' bar, red was also the color scheme of the bar. But it was brighter, more like blood-red. The Victorian building stood tall on the open corner of the street, with the Forest team flag hanging at the door to let people know from afar which fans were gathered there. Standing outside the door, he could hear the talking and laughter coming from inside. The shadows of the people flickering against the orange light which penetrated through the windows and the door looked like flames.

”Robin Hood Pub.” That was the name Bill had given Twain. He read the name on the neon signboard and sneered, ”Do they bloody think they are outlaws?”

He stepped forward and flung the door open.

Bang! The slamming glass door made a sharp sound.

The lively pub immediately quieted down. The alcoholics turned their heads in surprise to look at the intruder.

As soon as Tang En entered, he glimpsed from the corner of his eyes a Forest flag hanging at the side of the door, and there was a line of words in gold: Honor is my life.

He gave a grimace as he used his strength to tear it down. This move provoked everyone in the pub. The men shouted at and rushed toward Twain. ”What the hell are you doing!”

”Don't make a move, boys.” A voice stopped them. ”Let's welcome the Forest team manager, Tony Twain!” With an excited voice, Mark Hodge stepped out from behind the crowd. He opened his arms to make a welcome gesture.

The people around him were still stunned, but very soon they also recognized the person who was standing before them, so they shouted with their glasses raised one by one.

”Forest! Forest! Nottingham Forest!”

The atmosphere in the pub seemed to have reached a climax, but Tang En remained indifferent amidst the excited men. He noticed that most of them had injuries on their faces and did not clean the bloodstains or treat their bruises. He stood at the door, expressionless, coldly watching it all.

This group of drunk people chanted for about a minute, and Tang En remained still with the same look as when he first came in. He said nothing. Some people started to sense that something was wrong, so the chanting gradually weakened, and returned to calm in the end. It was a strange scene. A group of men and one man were looking at each other, but they did not understand why they were doing this.

Hodge did not understand either. He had been a little excited when Twain showed up at the pub. But looking at the other man now, he did not appear to come here to have a drink with him.

”Having a nice beer?” Tang En finally spoke. ”Did you have a good fight?”

The experienced pub owner only had to hear these words, and he knew to ask the foreign student who was working in his pub, ”Have the glasses been changed?”

The young worker nodded. ”They have been changed, Boss.”

Every match day, the pub would replace the thick and solid glasses with poor-quality, but largely functional glasses. The boss took a loss when the good glasses were broken. If these poor-quality glasses broke, they broke. And there was no danger of killing someone if they took a hit to the head with one. With those two benefits, switching out the glasses had become a pub tradition.

”Very good. When the fight starts, you'd better take care to protect yourself.” The boss patted the lad on the shoulder and motioned for him to hide under the bar counter.

”Boss, what about you?”