64 Is Football More Important Than Life And Death? Part 2 (1/2)

Chapter 64: Is Football More Important Than Life And Death? Part 2

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

”I remember Michael saying he didn't want his son to be disturbed by the media.” Tang En frowned as he stood in front of Pierce Brosnan.

”Twain. Mr. Twain, you, you misunderstand.” Brosnan bent over to catch his breath as he stood in front of Twain. He was so exhausted he could not speak properly. ”I did not come here to interview.”

He spread his hands to show that he did not bring a camera, and that he also did not bring a recorder pen used for interviews.

”Even my cell phone is out of battery. I just, I just want to lay a flower as a tribute.”

”But you didn't know each other.” Tang En did not intend to give way.

”Gavin was a Forest fan. So am I.”

The two men looked at each other. Tang En thought about it and asked, ”Did any reports of the fan riots on the Evening Post come from you?”

Brosnan did not expect Twain would suddenly ask this question. He was stumped for a moment and then he shook his head. ”No, I was sent to Newcastle for an interview. I only heard about it when I came back.”

Tang En stepped aside and said to him, ”Go ahead. The funeral is almost over.”

Brosnan thanked Twain and then turned to run inside. Tang En looked at the young journalist who had just turned full time, and he thought, There are good people in the media, too.

Because Tang En lived alone and was not fussy about food, he often settled the issue at Burns' bar. Today, however, he did not ask Burns to provide him with a meal. Instead he was drinking one drink after another in a bar that was not open for business yet.

Burns did not discourage him. On one hand, he knew that Twain was a good drinker. On the other hand, how could he discourage him at this time? He just let him vent.

Just as Tang En was getting tipsy, Michael came in.

”Ah, Michael! There you are... Tomorrow's match, you, you will come and watch, right... Right?” Tang En smiled, and he was slurring.

Michael Bernard looked at Twain, but he did not speak.

The smile on Tang En's face was gone. He stared at Michael and said, ”Michael, you... you have something to say?”