117 On The Subway Train Part 2 (1/2)
Chapter 117: On The Subway Train Part 2
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The English specifically set up a record for football hooligans. As long as one's name was captured inside the records, he would be banned from watching football matches at the stadium. For such fanatical fans like them, banning them from watching games at the stadiums would be akin to depriving them of their lives.
Seeing the group of people in front of him suck in a deep breath, Tang En smiled. ”Of course, if any one of you doubts my words, I can ask him to display his reporter pass.”
After Tang En finished, Brosnan whipped out his pass from his pocket, which was originally hung around his neck.
”I think you guys must know who I am, so I won't do any self-introduction here.” Tang En signaled for Brosnan to step back. He stood at the forefront and said while pointing toward the door at the side, ”With this door as the boundary, you guys stay there, and we will stay here. We'll play our match while you will watch your match. Everyone will be safe if nobody crosses the boundary.” Tang En clapped his hands. ”Isn't this suggestion fantastic?”
”Why do we have to listen to your arrangement?” A bald man shouted from within the crowd.
Tang En looked at him, before pointing toward Brosnan who was behind him. ”If you hope to not be able to watch a live match at the stadium in the future, I am completely fine with you coming over.”
”Darn it! Even if I were to not watch a match for the rest of my life, I also have to…” The bald guy waved his fists at the back of the crowd.
Tang En saw through his bluff and understood. So, he waved his hands at the other party. ”And what? Sir, over there, I feel that you will be more convincing if you say these words in front of your comrades. If you hide behind the crowd and keep asking for a fight, what if a fight really breaks out? Will you then push the others in front of you instead?”
Hearing Tang En word it in this manner, the group of football hooligans naturally turned their heads around and looked at the bald guy.
”Come out. If you really want to hit me, then stand out here in front of me on your own. Let me see how big your fist is.” Tang En took a step forward and stopped right in front of the boundary he had set, as if he was not at all worried about the other party really hitting him.
The players behind him were all worried for him. In fact, Dawson was already prepared to lunge at the person if he dared to touch Twain. He did not have the leisure to care about the bans or punishments that would be meted out.
The bald person felt rather guilty under the silent stares. As such, he gritted his teeth and made his way to the front.
Looking at his actions, Brosnan shouted, ”What are you doing? I'm warning you…”
Tang En waved his hand to interrupt the agitated reporter. ”It's alright, Mr. Brosnan.”
The bald person soon in front and looked at Tang En with a face full of smiles and confidence. After that, he turned around and looked at his comrades who remained silent. At that moment, he felt as though he was that slice of beef in between a sandwich…
Tang En was actually very nervous deep down in his heart. He had been carefully choosing his choice of words, and was afraid to antagonize the group of people and rouse their violent tendencies. The only thing he could do right now was to stall for time as much as he could. Once they reached the train station, the crisis should be averted. As gutsy as this group of people were, they would definitely not dare to get physical in front of a reporter and the police, right?
He was here to bring the team to play in the match, not to get into a fight. However, he could absolutely not show any signs of weaknesses in front of this group of people. He had to act tough, and make them feel that even if they were to come together all at once, Tony Twain was not afraid at all!
Tang En was currently thinking… if only he had something like a nunchaku or some sort, he could at least put on a bluff and deter them. On top of that, he could imitate Bruce Lee and shout a few times, and it would most probably make them beat a retreat.
Seeing the awkward look on the bald guy's face, Tang En shrugged his shoulders and said, ”Look at how good this is. You guys stay there, while we stay here. We don't interrupt with each other. Pal, we're here to play in the match, not here for a war. What's your name?”
The bald guy reflexively answered, ”Simon.” Before he could even complete his sentence, he had been pulled back by someone. Following that, another man who appeared to be in his fifties stepped out from behind.
”Mr. Manager, I also don't wish for the wretched media to say after the match, that Millwall's victory wasn't clean.” The man pointed at Pierce Brosnan behind Tang En. ”Of course even more so, I don't wish for my people to be on the police's blacklist for this kind of thing. We won't do anything,” he said as he opened his hands.
Tang En nodded. ”Is that so? Then I have to thank you for that.” Although he said it like that, Tang En did not turn around and walk back. Instead, he continued to stand there, in between the fans and the players. Deep down, Tang En did not really believe the words of these kinds of people. Ever since Gavin's death, Tang En always detested football hooligans as well as all Millwall fans. Perhaps it was a prejudice, but Tang En did not intend to change his perspective.
The only pity was that he did not have time to tell the players what tactics to use, and how to play during the match.
The train carriage regained its peace, like before those football fans first entered. The two groups of people stood on the two ends of the carriage respectively. In the middle of the two groups were their bosses, who stared at each other silently. Neither side would avert their gaze, because that would be seen as a sign of cowardly escape.