Neil Stadium was bustling with people, and the east stands were already packed with familiar local fans.
Most of these fans wore hoodies. They moved in a measured manner, lowering their heads to avoid the cameras, and hurriedly entered the stadium through the security check channel behind their companions.
Everyone knows that these people are the most notorious football hooligans in English history.
A considerable number of them have criminal records and are restricted from even leaving London, let alone going abroad.
However, this group of people are ardent fans of Millwall. On weekdays, they eat junk food that can barely fill their stomachs, and then save money to come to the home court to cheer for the team.
Many people have large and small scars on their exposed bodies, and some scars are covered by tattoos.
They are the strongest fighters in London. Those football hooligans who go abroad to cause trouble in international arenas are just new recruits with no criminal record.
"Millwall!"
"Bah bang bang!"
"Millwall!"
"Bah bang bang!"
A fan who looked like the leader stood in front of everyone and aroused the emotions of the home team's fans.
They are not afraid of any strange eyes, waiting like pilgrims for the team members to appear on the stage.
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In the north stand, which accommodates fans of the away team, the little witch wears sunglasses and hides her trademark long brown hair in a straw hat.
"Emma, if I didn't want to see 'your winter', I would never come to such a dirty place with you in my life!"
Vivian, who had blue hair, took out two newspapers in disgust and wiped the dusty seats clean. Then he took out two new ones and placed them on top.
Although she said so, Vivian, dressed in leather pants and a tube top, looked like a little girl from the outside, and everyone felt that she was not suitable here.
On the contrary, the little witch wearing suspender jeans is more like a good boy next door who was "forced" to be here by her friends.
"Hey, Weiwei, just make do with it!" The little witch blushed when she heard the opponent's nickname, "Also, I'm just here to watch Southampton play football, don't think too much!"
"Yes, yes! You are the most loyal saint, okay?!" Vivian rolled her eyes and looked at her friend who looked like a nymphomaniac. How could he not know that she was here to see her sweetheart?
...
The west stand has family seats, press seats and executive seats. Generally, only relatives of players and some big shots can come to watch football in this stand.
In the event of trouble, this stand will become a priority for protection.
Those Millwall football hooligans also know the importance of this stand, so if they take action, they will basically not provoke this stand.
Little Ferguson was sitting in the center of the stands with his bodyguards, holding a cigar in his mouth, looking like he was sure of victory.
"Damn yellow monkey, how dare you go against me?"
"You are so brave and dare to show up here!"
"Hmph, don't blame me for not reminding you of what happened then!"
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Butters took his seat in the south stand, which is generally the territory of neutral fans, and the "quality" of the fans is also the most complicated.
Because there is a wilderness dirt road behind the South Stand, most of the "idlers" gather here.
Once there is any "activity", they will immediately jump over the fence and rush into the field to respond, or they will jump over the wall and jump out of the field.
"You can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat." This place has become a paradise for troublemakers!
Years of experience in making troubles have taught these football hooligans how to make trouble in the east and in the west.
They put most of their "main players" in the east stand to build momentum, while those who really planned to cause trouble hid among these neutral fans.
While the security personnel were focused on the main stand, they took the opportunity to rush out and cause a scene.
Next to Butters were four gangster fans dressed similarly to him. They all had their heads tucked under the brim of their hats to avoid being noticed by the security guards.
They received a special mission today, which was to rush onto the court at a certain point and then do something their employer asked them to do.
As for whether this will harm the future career of the target player, this is not something they consider.
They are a group of desperadoes. Speaking of which, they are just scumbags who use the "football hooligans" to do dirty things.
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After a while, players from both sides began to line up.
In an instant, the fans in the main stand immediately ignited the stadium with shouts.
Like Southampton, Millwall is also in the Championship.
They were promoted from League Two to League One two seasons ago, and then underwent a name change from League One.
Just last year, Millwall, who had gone all the way, even reached the FA Cup final, but ultimately fell at the feet of Manchester United led by Ferguson.
Even so, this is the highest achievement Millwall has achieved since the team was founded (it is assumed that the second and first league championships are not as important as the FA Cup runner-up).
Now, after 13 rounds of the British Championship, the most disliked team in England has only won two games.
With 2 wins, 5 draws and 6 losses, Millwall, with only 11 points, is ranked second in the league and is stuck in the quagmire of relegation.
Even so, the home team fans still gave the players the warmest cheers.
In a stadium that can only accommodate 20,000 fans, the fans even shouted loudly to the tune of 50,000 to 60,000 fans.
When Wang Xiaodong entered the stadium, the fans in the main stand immediately booed.
Before the game, word has spread that Wang Xiaodong raised his finger at the fans through the window, and these Millwall football hooligans have been clamoring to give him a good look.
After entering the stadium, Wang Xiaodong wanted to go under the visiting team's stands to encourage the visiting team's fans, but was stopped by security.
"Sir, please don't irritate the home team fans."
"No, I just went to say hello to our fans." Wang Xiaodong said with a meaningless look.
"Please stay away from Millwall fans!" The security guard's attitude remained tough.
Regardless of whether what Wang Xiaodong said is true or not, his duty is to minimize all possible dangers.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Wang Xiaodong saw the determination in the other person's eyes.
"Okay, then please tell my fans and thank them for their cheers!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong turn around and leave, the security guard also let out a sigh of relief.
If Wang Xiaodong forced his way through, he might not be able to stop him.
"Ah~~~ah~~~ah!!!"
"Winter~~~Winter~~~Winter!!!"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong come and go, the little sister Vivian was even more excited than the little witch.
She stood up and waved her top like a true football fan.
"Weiwei, please calm down, please calm down!"
The little witch on the side quickly grabbed her best friend's clothes. At this moment, she noticed that many pairs of eyes were peeking at them.
Even if Emma's stunning appearance is not seen, Wei Wei's proud figure and black tube top are enough to make those hungry wolves salivate.
"Hey, Emma, didn't you see Dong? He came out! He really started! Why aren't you excited? Don't you really want to see him?"
"I-I...I didn't!"
"Not yet?" Vivian picked up the pendant from the little witch's chest, "Even during class, I saw you staring at it in a daze, how dare you say you haven't?"
"Give it back to me quickly!" Seeing that her favorite thing had been robbed, the little witch immediately stretched out her hand and snatched the pendant back, as agile as a leopard.
"Hahahahaha, why are you so excited? I won't compete with you!" Vivian hugged the little witch and took a bite out of her face.
"MUA, I want to see how capable this guy is, how he can charm our national girl."
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"Well, well, okay, we are all here..."
"Don't worry, we will definitely do it!"
"Just take a look!"
"Don't worry, I guarantee he won't appear at the stadium again before Christmas!"
At the same time, Little Ferguson and Butters hung up the phone at the same time, with a sinister smile on their faces.
Wang Xiaodong, who was taking a group photo on the court at this moment, didn’t know yet that he had become the center of attention in the stands.
