"Barbaroa Roll Away!!" Uncle Glenn didn't wait for Hydward to say anything, like an eagle guarding a chicken.

"Barbaroa, get away!" The better fans around also responded in unison, obviously this guy is very "well-known" in the fan group, the kind that has been infamous for thousands of years.

"He's a member of the Leonidas," Glenn said cautiously, lowering his voice.

It dawned on Hydward that Leonidas was the king of the ancient Greek city-state of Sparta and a hero who fought against the Persian invasion. In 480 B.C., he led his troops to guard the Thermothermal Pass to prevent the Persians from moving south, and finally died heroically with 300 Spartan warriors. Portsmouth's famous "fan group" uses this name, which is similar to Arsenal's "herd"; Derby's 'fanatics': Chelsea's 'headhunters' and so on are notorious and have tarnished the title of Spartan Warrior.

Football hooligans in the UK have become a stubborn disease, since the 21st century, with the violent conflicts around the stadium, with the improvement of stadium safety supervision equipment and gradually reduced, the bad deeds of English football hooligans have been reduced, but also greatly improved the image of British fans. However, during the 2010 World Cup, that long-standing calm was shattered again when Aston Villa and Birmingham met in the Carabao Cup, and a total of 14 people were injured in violent clashes, less than 24 hours before England's bid to host the 18-year World Cup.

However, as brawls on the pitch waned, people like Barbaroa moved their clan conflict away from the pitch, so he was able to appear on the pitch peacefully.

The man was wrapped in an overcoat, his mouth curled in an unbelievable arc, and he was dismissive of the sounds around him. The weather is really cold, and the tickets he and his members bought are at the top of the South Stand, where the view is not good because of the distance, and the experience of watching the game is particularly poor. But it's true that it's cheaper, and it's less than half the cost of the East Stand compared to other stands.

Barbaroa took a deep look at Hydeward, who was silent half a meter away, and turned to leave.

"That with devotiors visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself."

Hydward's slightly hoarse voice uttered the above paragraph, a classic line from the movie "Venddetta", and he rubbed his shoulder and continued, "I don't mind working with the devil. ”

Barbaroa paused without saying anything, and when he saw Hydward follow, he continued on his way.

Fans look at their leader: "Uncle Glenn..."

Glenn stared at the distant shadows of the two and clenched his fists, "Hydward is risking his career again, Barbaroa will have a way, in the second half, take out our momentum and kill this group of Londoners!" ”

The chubby figure jumped onto the seat, the chair rattling underneath made people fear that he would fall down at any moment, and Glenn raised his right team scarf and shouted.

.. ………………

In the corner of the stadium sat a few inconspicuous guys, neither cheering nor leaving, very unpresence.

Barbaroa wiped her thin, long, tired face, lit a cigarette for herself, and took a hard puff, "Is it safe?" ”

One of the guys, who looked shorter, looked up: "What security?" ”

"That's not enough."

He took out a purse and a bag of unrecognizable cigarettes from his pocket and threw them together. The head of the snake, let's call him that, quickly opened the zipper and glanced at it, and hurriedly closed it, obediently, Barbaroa didn't seem to know where to get so much money for the event.

"Enough, of course enough, the kid can mix it up now."

The head of the snake no longer pretended not to be recognized, but became familiar.

"I've brought a new guy, and we'll take him this time."

The head of the snake didn't pay attention at first, and looked at the guy hiding behind Barbaroya in casual clothes, and his brow furrowed.

"Why do I think you're so familiar?"

Hydward avoided his gaze and covered his head with his hood.

"Hehe, pretend to be mysterious, don't pee later!"

The members of the Letagno team always have a regular activity at home every matchday, and that is to provoke the visiting fans like heroes. The home and away areas at Faton Park are completely separated, and in order to do so, the players' playing areas must be traversed.

The skinny man had an uncle who did security checks in the stadium, and where there were people, there were rivers and lakes, snakes had snake paths, and rats naturally had rat paths. Where Hydward can't get in, someone can let them in.

A group of seven people, including Hydward, changed into their "casual clothes" that had been prepared long ago, and were carefully led by the head of the snake to leave the airfield.

"Little brother, it's the first time you've done this, it's exciting."

Hydward glanced at the guy he was talking to, and continued to lower the brim of his hat and silently follow behind him.

"Maxi, what about you?"

Continue not to speak.

"Little brother, there will be activities in the West End after the game in a while, kill those arrogant London scumbags, *****" and then said a lot of forbidden words to greet the family on the other side.

Ward didn't want to talk nonsense, especially at this time, Maxi was bored and kept his mouth shut.

The head of the snake was negotiating with his uncle, and Barbaroa, who was leading the way, turned around and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Run faster, there is only one chance." ”

The security uncle waited behind the door to take the coin from filial piety, showed a satisfied smile, and then swiped the door with his own card, signaling that the little ones could pass.

The head of the snake still explained to the people under him: "The old rule, follow my uncle, don't look around, you are not allowed to go to the player area." ”

The security guard didn't say a word, led the way, passed by the security room and various buildings to the game area, and finally in the distance, Fade Park, which Heatward had seen countless times, was in front of him, but he didn't expect it to be smuggling.

A few steps ahead is the players' tunnel, and at this time, the situation suddenly changed, and Barbaroa took out the strength of the usual fight, and punched the security uncle in the face with red eyes. Two dentures flew out of his mouth, and his nose was flattened and blood was flowing everywhere.

Obviously, the head of the snake and the members of the organization present did not expect this change, and they immediately gathered around, including of course the other two security guards guarding the entrance of the passage. Hydward took two steps back out of the combat zone, buried himself in the shadows, and ran into the player area with all his might, taking advantage of everyone's attention.

For the rest, no one is more familiar than Hydeward, and the locker room is right in front of you.

Barbaroa was pinned to the ground, his face slammed against the cement slab, but his eyes were full of smiles, if he could laugh at all.

…………

The game was still going on on the pitch, and Hydward entered the locker room five or six minutes early, using his role as coach.

PS: Thank you for the 500 reward of three years of blood earned and the death penalty is not lost, and thank you for the 500 reward of 66633