The viewing stands of City Ground were already full of fans and their loud, unceasing cheers. Both teams were warming up in the middle of the soccer field. Tang En sat alone in the locker room, staring at the blank tactical board and mumbling to himself.
"Guys, what match are we playing today? I know that the record from 25 years ago is too far away from us in history. At that time, some of you weren't even born yet. Even so, that glory belongs to Nottingham Forest. And today, someone is here attempting to take away glory that belongs to us. Will you cede it?"
Tang En paused and thought briefly. "No, that's too sentimental."
He coughed and waved his hands with furrowed brows. "Arsenal is a strong team. They've already gotten 42 matches with no losses! Are you afraid? Have your legs gone soft?"
"No… that just sounds like a bluff." Tang En dismissed it again.
