116 On The Subway Train Part 1 (2/2)
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John Motson was in charge of commentating for one quarter of the matches for the EFL Cup. He was originally not supposed to be commentating this match, but after knowing that Tony Twain had immediately gotten a victory upon returning to lead the team, he suddenly could not hold back the curiosity in him. As such, he decided to apply to commentate this match, which was bound to lose in terms of viewership as compared to another quarterfinals match. In the eyes of this old commentator, a match between two League One teams was much more attractive than a match between Tottenham Hotspur and Middlesbrough.
In the Stadium, the home team Millwall were already doing their warm-ups, but there was still no sign of Nottingham Forest.
The manager seats and reserve seats were completely empty. It was said that aside from a few coaches who came early to place the equipment, no one else was present. Even the Nottingham Forest coach bus was not here yet.
Motson sat on the commentator's seat and put on his headphones, silencing the loud noises which came from the viewing platform in all directions. Millwall's fans were singing and shouting non-stop, appearing to be extremely optimistic.
It is currently less than 15 minutes to the start of the match, and Nottingham Forest is still not here yet… What exactly is Tony Twain and his team doing?
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Aside from the loud noises from outside the train, there were also a lot of heavy breathing noises coming from within the carriage. Tang En hoped that this group of people were merely normal Millwall fans. However, after seeing their expressions and eyes, he understood that this time, he was extremely unlucky to have met a bunch of fans which were not ordinary.
Even though this group of people did not say anything, Tang En was able to get the following information from the looks on their faces:
Get rid of the bunch of Nottingham Forest b*stards in front of us and our team will be able to win without even playing, successfully advancing into the semi-finals of the EFL Cup!
Tang En believed that under the effects of alcohol, it was really something that they would do.
Now what? He did not have the confidence to beat over 10 people in a fight. Regardless of the situation, the players were not allowed to fight with fans, or else what awaited them would be a long term ban on matches. Just like Cantona who did a flying kick on a Crystal Palace fan. Even though the other party insulted his family, he had still been banned for eight months.
But… did that mean a manager could fight with the fans? Tang En had not really thought about this question before.
Walker, who was behind Tang En, whipped out his phone and wanted to called the police. However, he saw the signal on the screen of his phone and softly cursed. They were currently underground, and the signal was not as good compared to if they were on ground level.
Even if they wanted to call the subway police over, it was most likely not possible as well. That was because the team was in the last train carriage, and the only way out was from behind the Millwall fans.
Brosnan whispered to Tang En from behind, ”Mr. Twain, hang on till we get off the train. Before I get on the train, I already phoned my colleagues. I believe they will have already called the police along with them.”
”Thank you so much, Brosnan. In order to express my thanks, I allow you to record everything that you see from now on, and publish it on the newspaper.” Tang En stared at the fans, while saying this to Brosnan who was behind him. ”Do you have a digital camera with you?”
”No, Mr. Twain.”
”Use your phone instead then.”
The fans opposite them got a scare upon seeing the short man behind Tang En whip out his phone and aim at them.
”What the heck are you trying to do?” They shouted and were about to rush forward, but were stopped by Tang En.
”Let's not be agitated, gentlemen.” Tang En now knew that these people did not drink much actually, and that things weren't extremely terrible yet. ”As you can see, this short mister over here is a news reporter.” Tang En said as he pointed to Brosnan, who was behind him.
”A reporter!” The effect of this term on the group of people, was one that Tang En had hoped to see.
What kind of people did the football hooligans hate the most and were most afraid of? Aside from the police, it would be the media. That was because, even when these people wrecked havoc, they did not wish for reporters to take pictures of their faces and appear in the headlines the next day. This would mean that they would lose the opportunity to watch matches.