Born to be a coach [soccer]

Chapter 147

Tom Turner, 35, is a regular guy who works at Upton Park tube station and a football fan.

And this evening routine was another busy and boring night.Because of tonight's game, there were two passenger flow peaks in the subway station, and there were long queues of fans entering and exiting the station.

Turner, who is loyal to his duties, can't watch the ball, he can only watch the fans.

It is impossible for the star of any team to come to Upton Park by subway, right!

Turner is a fan of Messi and dreams of seeing Messi in person.This dream seemed too extravagant for him, an ordinary subway employee, and he didn't know that it would take years of the monkey to save the money for the air ticket to Barcelona.

Who knew that Sunderland actually came to West Ham United's home court to play the League Cup, and also brought the world's top star Messi.

Too bad Turner was on shift that night, and he couldn't get a ticket.Tickets were already sold out.

Fans come, fans go - Turner is conscientiously guarding his post, maintaining order, answering questions, helping those who buy tickets on the machine themselves...

As time got late, the fans gradually dispersed.Upton Park station was gradually becoming deserted.Turner had nearly two hours to get off work.

--I am bored.

Turner yawned and was going to get cleaning tools. He planned to clean the station after the crowd subsided.

Just at this moment, seven or eight people walked in from the main entrance of the station, which caught Turner's attention at once—one of them was very tall, about two meters tall, and as thin as a stick.Several of them were wearing sweaters and hoods backwards, and they could vaguely see the inverted "Umbro" logo on the sweaters they were wearing backwards.

After arriving here, these guys seem to have let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately, someone went to the vending machine to buy tickets, and it seemed that there were dozens of tickets in one purchase.

The rest gathered nervously in front of the station gate, looking into the night, as if waiting for someone.

Turner suddenly felt his heart beating wildly: he didn't know anyone else, but he would never admit that he was tall: Isn't this "Tall" Crouch?He should have played in this game against West Ham United!

Could it be that the Sunderland team has not left Upton yet?

Within half a minute, another seven or eight people came to the station.Turner pretended to clean the ground and leaned over to see what happened.These guys in reverse sweaters stepped back politely one by one, making room for Turner.

Turner felt his heart was about to jump out, and the broom in his hand stopped. He stared blankly at a "man in sweater" and was speechless.Even though the "hoodie man" wore a hood and pulled his collar high, Turner could still recognize his idol at a glance, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pointed at him:

"You are--"

I never dreamed that I could meet Messi at the subway station he was in charge of!

He almost shouted his idol's name out loud.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Messi suddenly stepped forward, put his arm on Turner's neck, and said in his ear: "Don't call me by my name! I mean-we don't want to cause chaos, brother, if you Get us out of this station safely, and I'll just...I'll give you a signed jersey."

Being called a brother by Messi? —In an instant, Turner was so happy that he almost fainted, and nodded vigorously.

He doesn't say anything, he doesn't say anything because of the jersey.

But why is Messi such a big-name star reduced to take the subway? Is it for the sake of environmental protection, green travel, and the stars have set an example?

Turner made up his mind a lot, and didn't notice that the third group of people also entered the subway station at this time.

Upton Park Station is an old station, a Victorian building, empty and spacious.Because of its suburban location, the platforms here are above ground.

Those who came in first had already bought their tickets, while the rest were still watching and waiting at the station gate.

About half a minute after the fourth group came in, Turner felt the group begin to agitate.He heard someone ask, "Have you seen the head coach and assistant coach?"

Someone replied: "The one I saw just now, has been following us all the time!"

"Broken! It's gone now!"

"Could it be another attack?"

Turner: ...assault? ……again?

He once witnessed massive brawls between West Ham United and Millwall fans in front of the station.At this moment, Turner hurried to the emergency phone at the station for the safety of his idol.That was the emergency number of the subway system, and the news could be sent to all emergency centers in London immediately.

"Here we come!" The voice suddenly came out of the anxiety and confusion, and the atmosphere around us suddenly relaxed.

--finally come!

Turner also put down the phone receiver in his hand.

"Quick, quick, someone help Anton!" Unexpectedly, another extremely anxious voice followed, "Make room, and whoever of you, hurry up and dial 999, it's a kid in his teens, like Sudden illness..."

Turner immediately picked up the phone receiver in his hand: "This is Upton Park, Upton Park, someone here needs first aid, first aid..."

Anton rushed into the station with a man on his back. Russell helped him clear an open space. Anton immediately put the man on his back on the ground and said to the Sunderland players, "Don't touch him—"

On the ground was a ten-year-old boy. After being put down by Anton, he rolled his eyes and curled up on the ground.His body was obviously twitching constantly, and his face had turned blue.

"Christian, call for help urgently. See if there is a doctor nearby." Anton took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it tightly around his hand, and stretched out his hand, trying to help the boy open his clenched teeth.

Eriksson said "oh," pulled out his phone, and sent out a quick tweet.

Unexpectedly, someone was faster than him, "Gao Guy" Crouch made two steps in three steps, came to the door of the subway station, and shouted: "Help! Is there a doctor here? Come and help!"

Ericsson: ...?

——It seems that a shout would be more useful than a tweet!

But with a "ding", Eriksson's cell phone rang immediately, and a lot of information poured in.Someone sent a private message to Eriksson asking: "What symptoms? I am an emergency doctor."

Eriksson typed a line, and after a while, he immediately said to Anton: "Hold his head and back, and try to help him spit out the filth in his mouth, so as not to block the trachea and suffocate."

Anton quickly followed suit and said at the same time: "It seems that the situation is about to suffocate, please ask what to do."

Ericsson: "Yes, boss!"

At this time, Crouch had already called a few passers-by, but there were no professional doctors, and everyone stared anxiously.Erickson added after a moment, "Pick him up face down and pat him on the back hard while cleaning his mouth with your hands—"

Russell picked up the child as Eriksson said, and Anton reached out to clean the child's mouth. He suddenly said "Ouch", and Eriksson quickly added, "Be careful that he bites your hand— —”

It seems that the reminder is a little late!

At this moment, the boy let out a big mouthful of vomit with a "wow", and then took a breath like desperately.

Anton said happily: "I can breathe—"

Russell sat on the ground by himself, holding the child in his arms.Anton let out a long sigh of relief.The child's face turned from purple to blue, and then from blue to white. Although he was still twitching, he seemed to have recovered.

A piercing horn sounded in the distance, and emergency vehicles had already arrived nearby.

"Peter, call a few more times and ask if anyone has lost a ten-year-old child." Anton said loudly, "It's so late, the guardian should be nearby."

Crouch responded from a distance outside the station.

Not long after, the gate of the station was knocked open with a "bang".

"Jonathan!" A middle-aged man in his forties, who was about the same age as Russell, rushed in. This big man looked ferocious, with a fleshy face.Behind him were several men, some middle-aged and some young.Some were in hoodies, some in short sleeves, but they all wore a navy jersey - Millwall's.

A group of people rushed into the station aggressively, and the leading middle-aged man shouted: "Jonathan!"

The child was still twitching in Russell's arms, unable to answer.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, and saw the situation in front of him clearly.As soon as he saw Anton, he immediately recognized the person who repeatedly attacked them with the seat of the "mortal enemy" outside the stadium, patted them, and almost didn't shoot them out of flowers.This person was about to have a seizure, but when he looked again, Anton was still wearing a handkerchief, with a lot of filth on it, and he could even vaguely see a tooth mark—it was obvious that this group of people was helping his child. first aid.

"Boss, we..."

The middle-aged man stopped the group behind him: "Don't do anything!"

The child in Russell's arms was originally covered with an adult's coat.But Anton and Russell had taken off the jacket for first aid, revealing the child's navy blue jersey, also embroidered with the team crest - the Millwall crest.

When Anton and the others came to the rescue, they already knew that this was the child of a Millwall fan—and they also guessed that the child's relatives were one of the people who attacked them.

Russell was very calm at this time. While gently stroking the child's back, he said: "Old man, this child is called Jonathan, right? Listen, don't think I am not qualified to teach you a lesson. I also have a son, probably only older than Jonathan is two years younger. I just want to ask you, how did you become a father?..."

Jonathan's father couldn't say anything at this time.He brought someone to trouble Sunderland earlier, and left his child in a familiar store, but he didn't know when the child sneaked out to find him, let alone when he fell ill——

Of course, the child's father knew how dangerous the child's illness was. His face turned pale at the moment, and he must be afraid.But at this time Russell was not polite at all, scolding him in front of him, scolding him for being irresponsible, pointing out that he was not worthy of being a father at all.Russell cussed on and on for several minutes, and the man couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.

……

Finally, there was a sigh in the station, and only a "dang" was heard, and a baseball bat fell from behind the man to the floor.Immediately afterwards, many people who came in with Jonathan's father also threw their weapons to the ground.The sound of "jingling" in the subway station can be heard endlessly.

At the same time, the siren of the ambulance also stopped outside Upton Park station.