"There was a kid named Gavin! He used to like Nottingham Forest! And now he's lying on the ground, his trampled face was all smashed up! All smashed up! Get lost and go home! All you Nottingham b*stards, that dead boy is your example!! Oh, oh, oh, oh! Gavin, Gavin! All smashed up! Yea, yea, yea, yea! Gavin, Gavin! All smashed up!"
Tang En turned his head around and stared at the Millwall fans. They were singing it all together. They were either waving their fists or pointing their middle fingers. With their mouths wide open, their sharp teeth were revealed, as if they were fierce-looking wild beasts. Wrong, they were not wild beasts, they were worse than beasts.
Tang En stood beneath the viewing platforms with his back to the field and gave a death stare to a few Millwall fans that were still making faces at him. His lips were bitten pale, his face ashen-colored, his neck stiff, and his entire body trembling.
