Born to be a coach [soccer]

Chapter 146

Anton came to the driver's seat where Thompson was, and asked softly, "Mr. Thompson, are you okay?"

Thompson: "It's... not bad!"

He didn't know what to say, whether to thank Anton, or to blame the head coach for risking his life and running here alone to save him.

"Don't worry! Russell has already called the police, and the police should arrive soon. Hold on for a while!"

Anton reassures Thompson.

Outside the car, the thugs were negligent for a moment, and even let a person into the car, and many people were beaten in the process.Now that they had woken up, they became more and more furious, and even gathered in front of the car again, knocking on the windshield in front of the car even harder, trying to smash it completely.

Facing the attacks again and again, Anton stood beside Thompson, stuck out his tongue quietly, and said, "It seems that the beating was too hard just now, and it pissed them off."

Only then did Thompson realize that Anton should have experienced a brief "encounter" just now.He turned his head to look at his head coach, but saw that Anton was still well-groomed, and the windbreaker on his body didn't seem to have an extra wrinkle.

Taking a closer look at the seat in Anton's hand, Thompson became more and more convinced that it was removed from the stadium.

"This is really useful!" Seeing Thompson's eyes turned to the seat in his hand, Anton laughed immediately, "You can attack, you can defend, and there was the fiercest one just now, who ate this 'mortal enemy' several times. The seats on the stadium squeaked in anger, I guess he will never forget it in his life."

Thompson asked in surprise: "'Rivalry' course?"

Anton nodded: "It's a Millwall fan."

Thompson was speechless: Damn, this is really an unwarranted disaster.Just because Sunderland didn't beat West Ham?These fans are too capable of venting their anger!

At this moment, the attack stopped suddenly, and sirens seemed to sound in the distance.

The Millwall fans seemed to be scared for a while, the organizers greeted them, and they immediately left the Sunderland bus.

Thompson made a sign of the cross on his chest: "My Almighty God!" He usually doesn't go to church, but suddenly remembered, and quickly thanked him.

Anton said, "Please, turn on the lights of the bus for a while. I'm looking for something."

Thompson did as he said, while Anton rummaged on the bus for a while, and found a pair of leg guards, with a smile on his face: "Jamie is right, he left his pair on the bus."

This pair of leg guards belonged to Vardy. At this time, Anton turned them out from the shelf above the bus seat and handed them to Thompson: "Please wear this pair of leg guards on your arms, and find a way to protect them on your forearms." Fasten it."

Thompson: What's going on?Haven't the police already arrived?

"The bus is not available, we have to leave here and meet the players. This is for you just in case." Anton said.

Thompson felt good when he heard it, and immediately put the leg guard on his arm tremblingly. It was very inappropriate, but it was barely tied.Anton pointed him from the side: "In case someone attacks you with a stick, you should raise your arms to cover your head and face, and use the shin guards to block. This thing can protect you."

He pointed and gestured, and Thompson nodded nonchalantly: So it was used like this.Seeing that Anton was so well prepared, as if he had taken a reassurance, he prepared to follow the head coach.

Anton looked at the situation outside the car window, and there seemed to be no one outside.It seems that when the siren sounded in the distance, these football hooligans immediately took refuge.

"When I count to three, you open all the front and rear doors, and then you follow me, and we rush out from here. You may need to run for a while, the team is waiting for us in the stadium. We will not be afraid to meet them ’” Anton explained his “course of action” to Thompson.

"One, two, three—" In an instant, the door of Sunderland's bus opened, changing from a completely enclosed space to a completely undefended one.

There was no movement outside.The attackers seem to have really run away.

Anton still carried the removed seat, got out of the car to have a look, and then beckoned Thompson to get out of the car. "You run along this road, and you will see the team after a while! Don't be afraid, I'm by your side, I'll protect you!"

In an instant, Thompson felt extremely warm and grateful. He was just a club bus driver.But now is not the time to express emotion, Thompson followed Anton's instructions and ran a few steps towards the magnificent stadium in the night.

Suddenly, Anton shouted behind him: "Run!"

Immediately afterwards, countless footsteps sounded behind him, and Thompson instinctively felt the danger, and he ran desperately.He heard Anton behind him yelling sharply, followed by a loud "bang", and someone immediately cried out in pain.It should be Anton who used his "chair" trick again.

The loud noise was not far behind Thompson, and the desire to survive prompted the elderly driver to burst out with the same energy as a young man and gallop forward.

A guy suddenly appeared from the slant, holding a baseball bat in his hand, and smashed it at the top of Thompson's head. Thompson instinctively raised his arm to block it, thinking: It's over, this arm will be broken.

——How can he drive a bus in the future!

Unexpectedly, Thompson's arm was sore and numb after hearing the sound of "Kong", but there was no expected tingling sensation - Almighty God, this leg guard is really strong!Thompson sighed.

At this time, Anton had already arrived. He kicked the baseball bat in the visitor's hand, and swung the seat in his hand again. There was another "bang" sound, accompanied by a cry of pain—he was shot by the dead enemy's family. Seat beating is so sour.

Thompson's alarm was lifted immediately. In front of him, at the end of the road, a small gate of the stadium appeared.The door was open, and Henderson poked his head out. Seeing this situation, he rushed forward, dragged Thompson and ran forward.Anton followed behind the two of them and ran straight to the door. When he turned around, he threw the seat in his hand towards the person who was chasing him:

"Give it to you! Let's make it a souvenir!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a "bang", and the door closed behind Anton - the entire Sunderland team and their driver were now safe for the time being.

Ten minutes later, Thompson was still gasping for breath, and while panting, he said to Garner: "Forgive me for this... old bone..."

The team has now gone through two doors, returned to the locker room, and locked the doors one by one in the future.They are safe for now.But who knows if football hooligans will come here from other roads.

However, Russell frowned and shouted into the phone: "I said...the whole team needs your protection! We are threatened..."

Not knowing whether it was a bad signal or the other party hung up the phone, Russell was so furious that he almost dropped his phone.

"They said that there was a big case in East London today, and the police force is not enough. We have to find a way by ourselves... I told him that we don't have a bus, but he said, you take the subway...you don't have to be afraid in public places!" Russell's voice was full of sarcasm.

The London police were completely indifferent to what happened to the Sunderland team—Anton sighed and comforted Russell: "Maybe... this place really can't compare with our Sunderland!"

Sunderland is a small city with a total population of 10,000+. For anything related to the team, once you ask the police for help, the police will come soon.Everyone is used to this, and it is easy to ignore that this is actually East London, where the security is not so good.

"How about I tweet to ask the fans for help?" Eriksson said and took out his phone.

It took some time for the fans to disperse after the game.Although Sunderland delayed for a while after the game, some Sunderland fans may not have gone far.

"No!" Anton quickly stopped Eriksson, "We can't involve more fans. Those outside are armed, and ordinary fans can't handle it."

This matter is already very messy, and it is Millwall and West Ham United again. If the Sunderland fans are called back again, wouldn't it drag more people into danger?

"Besides, it's not the right time for us to reveal the fact that we're still stuck at Upton Stadium. Being found out by football hooligans could lead to new troubles."

Hearing what Anton said made sense, the players put down their phones one after another.

"Russell, what did the London police say just now? Let's take the subway?" Anton suddenly remembered Russell's "roaring" just now. "Who opened a map, are we very close to the subway station now?"

Someone immediately checked, and the Upton Park stadium where they are located is only a few hundred meters away from the Upton Park subway station, and it takes seven to eight minutes to walk.And this road is a commercial street full of shops.The subway line leads to central London and can go directly to the hotel where they are staying.

"Listen to me, everyone leaves their backpacks here, then puts on their training uniforms and hoods, pretends to be passers-by, and heads to the subway station." Anton made a decision at this time, "Let's divide into teams , Seven or eight people in each team, get together and walk together. Remember, when passing the street, try to get as close to the shops on the street as possible, where there are cameras. Football hooligans dare not commit crimes there easily.”

"Let's do it this way!" Russell was also very worried about this unfamiliar stadium, thinking that the night would be full of dreams, and it was better to leave as soon as possible.

So, as Anton said, the players left all the big items in the locker room, only took their mobile phones and wallets with them, and then put on their training jackets and hoods—especially Messi Everyone recognizes it, and the zipper is pulled up high, covering half of the face.

Fortunately, before they left the stadium, they met a stadium staff member who hadn't left yet, and offered to lead them to the subway station.

Anton arranged for everyone to be divided into several groups, with a distance of about 20 meters between each group. Each group was assigned tasks. Some people were responsible for keeping an eye on the front team, and some were responsible for keeping an eye on the safety of the rear team.Once you find a problem, shout out and support each other.

Mr Thompson, who had been frightened earlier, was assigned to the first team with the staff.

Anton, who had the highest force value, and Russell were the last to go out.

Before going out, Anton vaccinated their players: If they are really attacked, they must not confront each other.

"Just run in the direction of the station! You are professional football players. If you sprint towards the goal, who can run faster than you?"

"We'll meet at the station then!" said Anton.