It's a bar that also has a predominantly red color, but is more vibrant than Burns's bar, like a red of blood. The Victorian building stands in an open area around the corner of the street, with the Forest flag hanging at the door, so you can tell from afar what kind of fans are gathering here. Standing outside the door, you can hear the sound of laughter coming from inside, orange lights coming through the windows and doors, and figures swaying like firelight.

"Robin Hood Bar......" Bill told Don that was the name, and he read the name on the neon sign, a disdainful sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth. Do you really think you're a thief? ”

He stepped forward and slammed open the closed door.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the glass on the door let out a mournful sound.

The lively bar suddenly fell silent, and these "alcoholics" turned their heads in surprise at the uninvited customers who suddenly broke in.

As soon as he entered the door, Don En caught a glimpse of a forest flag hanging on the side of the door, with a line of gold letters on it: Glory is my life.

His mouth crooked, and he pulled it off with all his might. This action ignited the anger of everyone in the audience, and the men rushed to Don En with shouts, "What the are you doing! ”

"Don't move, guys." A voice stopped them. "Welcome to Forest manager Toney; Dawn! With this excited voice, Mark; Hodge stepped out from the back of the crowd, his arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture.

The people around them were stunned, but soon they also recognized who was standing in front of them, so they raised their glasses and shouted loudly.

"Forest! Forest! Nottingham Forest! ”

The atmosphere of the bar seemed to have reached a **, but in the midst of this group of excited old men, Don was indifferent. He noticed that most of the men had wounds on their faces and had not dealt with clean blood stains and bruises. He stood in the doorway, expressionless, coldly watching everything in front of him.

The group of people who had drunk too much screamed for about a minute, and Don still kept the same way he had when he first came in, saying nothing. Someone gradually felt that something was wrong, so the cry gradually weakened, and finally the calm returned. There was something strange about the scene, a group of men and a man staring at each other, but they didn't understand why they were doing this......

Hodge didn't understand either, he was a little excited when he saw Don at the bar. But looking at it now, the other party didn't come to drink with him.

"Beer is good, isn't it?" Don finally spoke, "It's cool to fight, isn't it?" ”

When the experienced bar owner heard this, he asked the international students who worked in his bar, "Have you changed all the wine glasses?" ”

The young part-time worker nodded: "Changed, boss." ”

At the end of the competition, the bar would replace the heavy and sturdy wine glasses and sell them for the inferior but good ones. The boss is distressed if the good wine glass is broken, and the inferior wine glass will fall if it falls, and it will not kill people if it hits people's heads. To name it, it's become a bar tradition.

"Very well, take care of yourself when the fight starts later......" The boss patted the young man on the shoulder and motioned for him to shrink under the bar.

"Boss, what about you?"

"What do you do so much, squat!" The boss picked up a wine glass and copied it in his hand, and then pressed the worker down.

Don't finish his words over there.

"Did you win or lose the battle with Millwall?"

Everyone looked at each other, not understanding why Don was asking this.

"But I seem to have heard that you were beaten by others, and you were very embarrassed."

The meaning of the coming is already obvious, and the men who were still chanting "Forest Forest" just now became nervous again.

Hodge stood across from Donne, he frowned and said, "Done, you said you wouldn't care what we do......"

"That's right, I said it! But I also said don't bring irrelevant people in......" Don interrupted Hodge abruptly, gritting his teeth, "Now I regret why I didn't call the police and arrest you sons of bitches in the first place!" My team is playing against opponents on the pitch and fighting for victory, while you're fucking fighting people outside! Don't fucking honor in front of me, you don't deserve it! He saw that someone seemed to open his mouth to refute, and directly gambled back the other party's words.

"Break your opponent's nose bone and make them bleed profusely; Break their hands and legs, and let them lie on the ground and wail; Knock over an innocent child and then step on him again...... Is this what you call honor? That's your fucking honor?! Don's hand holding the flag trembled slightly, and his knuckles turned white.

"You think you're amazing? Do you think you're the hero of this team? You ......"

Don remembered the afternoon when he first met Bernard Jr., the sun was shining and a little harsh. The excitement he felt when he got Wood's autograph will never be forgotten by Donne, who was George's first fan.

He felt ashamed and guilty that he had defended the group of people in front of him, and he felt remorse and anger that he had failed to stop their actions in time.

“…… You bastards! He jerked the red flag with the emblem of the Forest Team and the words "Glory is My Name" torn in half. There was a hiss, and the people around him were furious.

The men who had drunk too much, under the impetus of alcohol, screamed and wanted to rush up to teach Don who didn't know what to do. But Hodge reached out and stopped them.

"You'd better give me an explanation, otherwise...... I don't care what the you are! Hodge gritted his teeth. This isn't Burns guy's territory! ”

"Don't talk nonsense with him, Mark! Beat him up! That bastard tore our flag! ”

"I'm going to send you to God! It's like you're tearing our flag, you bastard! ”

"How dare you insult our glory! When we cheer for Forest, you're still in your dad's eggs, asshole! ”

"Son of a bitch, you're a fucking mongrel!"

His men roared and waved their fists, like beasts about to be released from their cages, with hideous faces that were abominable.

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Sorry, a little late.

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