"I remember Michael said he didn't want his son to be disturbed by the media." Don said with a frown, blocking Pierce Bruce.

"Donen...Mr. Tangen, you, you misunderstood." Bruce bent down and stood in front of Tangen, and even his tired words were not smooth. "I'm not here to interview."

He spread his hands and signaled that he did not bring a camera or an interview recorder.

"I don't even have a phone battery... Actually, I want to add text flowers to it."

"But you don't know each other." Tang En had no intention of giving way.

"Gavin is a Forest fan, so do I."

The two looked at each other, and Tang En thought about it and asked a question: "Did you do the reports on fans' riots in the Evening Post?"

Bruce didn't expect Donn to ask this question suddenly. He was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No, I was sent to Newcast for an interview. I just came back and heard about this..."

Tang En made way and said to him: "Go, the funeral is almost over...approximately."

Bruce thanked Tang En, then turned around and ran into it. Tang En looked at the young reporter who had just become a regular and thought to himself... There are also good people in the media.

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Because Donn lives alone and has low requirements for food, he often solves this problem at Burns’ bar. But today, he did not ask Burns to provide him with food, but just drank one glass after another in a bar that was not open yet.

But Burns didn't persuade him. On the one hand, he knew that Don't drink well, but on the other hand, what should he advise at this time? Just let him vent.

Just when Donn was a little drunk, Michael came.

"Ah, Michael! You are here...you will go to watch tomorrow's game, right...right?" Tang En smiled on his face, his tongue couldn't even straighten.

Michael Bernard looked at Donn but didn't speak.

The smile on Donn's face disappeared, he stared at Michael and said, "Michael, do you... have anything to say?"

"Tony, I won't go to the game tomorrow."

Tang En nodded: "I understand, you just..."

"I won't go in the future."

"What?" Tang En thought he had heard it wrong.

"Thank you." Michael took the water cup from Burns, then turned to look at Donn and said, "Do you want to hear the story, Tony?"

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When Brian Clauve's Forest team swept through England and European football, Michael Bernard was just twenty. Like most other young people, he was as energetic and fighting spirit as a stallion in the qing period, and liked to show off his masculinity with his fists.

He and John organized a club - "Naughty`Forty", which only recruited fanatical Forest fans. Before Mark Hodge, he was the boss of the club. John and Bill were his right-hand men. Every time they fought, the three of them were always in front, not afraid of the bricks thrown by each other and waving wooden sticks. They followed the Forest team to fight and experienced the most glorious years.

If the opponent's fans dare to insult the Forest, they will rush forward and beat the opponent to the bruised face. Even on the away game, they will not show any weakness. They are proud of their contributions to the team's glory. They are also proud of having brothers like themselves.

Football hooligan? No, they will never admit that they think they are the most loyal and passionate Forest fans who love the team the most.

Michael's life was not satisfactory outside the game. He changed many jobs, but he was unable to last because of his irritable temper and impulsive personality. But he didn't care about these things. All he cared about was the honor of his own club, supported the team's achievements, and talked about various topics of "leader" Clauve and the private lives of the players.

Such days lasted for ten years. For ten years they gathered for the Forest Team to fight, fight, and thought that this battle would continue until one day they could no longer swing their fists.

But this kind of life changed completely on the afternoon of April 15, 1989.

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"We made it to the semi-finals of the FA Cup that year. Our opponent was the powerful Liverpool at that time, but no one thought we would lose to them before the game. On the contrary... Liverpool people are afraid of us, you must be strange, right? Why? Because we have Clough! Liverpool people will get weak when they hear this name..." Michael said, as he seemed to have returned to the time fourteen years ago.

Don Eun didn't say anything, he listened quietly to Michael's story. He didn't care if he had no wine in his glass.

"We were very motivated before the game. Everyone hoped to kill Liverpool, reach the final, and then take the glittering trophy home. Do you know... We haven't won the FA Cup for a whole thirty years. Clauve won all the championships in this world, just one FA Cup. You know how eager we are..." Michael stared at Donn and saw Donn nodding, he continued.

"I still remember that day... it was a sunny day. John and I set off from Nottingham to Sheffield three hours in advance, and we were ready for everything and waited for the game to start..." Michael's speech began to slow down. This memory was too painful for him, and for a long time he had been entangled with him like a nightmare.

"We were in the No. 2 stand, next door is the No. 3 stand where Liverpool fans are. I thought it was a good opportunity at the time, and we could keep fucking them during the game..." Speaking of this, Michael paused for a long time, but Don had already guessed what happened next.

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Chapter completed!