The deafening sound of the song reached his ears. Twain could not tell what they were singing because his ears were filled with a booming noise as though waves were hitting the shore.
There were tens of thousands of arms waving ahead of him, and they looked like the lush Sherwood Forest.
Twain realized that he was situated in the familiar City Grounds. The stadium with a capacity of 30,000 people was totally full. However, he was not in the manager's seat at the sideline, but in the stands instead.
On the pitch below, an intense match was going on. He looked at the home team's manager's seat and was stunned for a moment as he saw himself there managing the team.
"What's going on?" he thought.
Twain looked at his hands, but he could not see anything from his hands. If that man managing the team on the side was Tony Twain, then who was he?
