4:47
Sunday, 15th May 2022
“Well, there we go,” Tyrone said as the final whistle went at the Vitality Stadium. He turned to Neil Harris in the dugout and shrugged his shoulders.
His team had done all they could this afternoon. They had beaten 9th placed Bournemouth 2-0 with goals from Jed Wallace and Troy Parrott.
Normally, it would have been enough to secure survival, but it wasn’t to be today. The players swarmed around the away fans who provided updates from their phones, acting as radios for the live update at Sheffield United vs Aston Villa.
Patrick Bamford gave Sheffield United the lead and held out their 1-0 winning position to keep them in the Premier League.
The players and the fans were embracing on the front row of the stands. It had been a rocky road this season and they were incredibly unfortunate to not have another season in this division, particularly with the hard-earned result and run they had been on in the final three games.
Tyrone Henry headed down the tunnel behind the Bournemouth staff and players and headed towards the visitors dressing room to prepare for the players after the game. His assistant manager Nigel Gibbs followed him.
Neil Harris joined the players with 1,650 away fans who were thanking each other for their performance and for their support throughout the season.
Sam Johnstone remained in between his goal, laying on the floor with his arms covering his eyes, either to hide them from the beaming sun or to hide the tears from the television cameras.
Bournemouth’s manager Jason Tindall came into the visitors dressing room to greet Tyrone Henry after the game and share his commiserations with him. He complimented his side and what they had achieved throughout the season and on the pitch today.
Henry looked at the clock on his iPhone: 4:47, it said. He took a sip out of his water bottle.
He got up and started kicking one of the training balls against the wall and as he blasted it as hard as he could, he heard a ripple of noise outside, as if it was funneling through the players area.
Tindall rushed back into the visitors dressing room and Henry looked at him.
“Are you OK, Jason?” Tyrone asked.
Jason smiled. “I think you better get back on the pitch.”
Tyrone ran outside onto the pitch and saw fans launching onto the pitch with their shirts off, he saw a flare lit in the stands as the carnage ensued.
Tyrone had no idea what had gone on and presumed that this was the most mental thing that he had ever seen Millwall fans participate in: celebrating their own relegation like this.
He thought that until a tattooed man, around 40 years old and 250 pounds big took Tyrone down to the ground.
“FUCKING BERTRAND TRAORÉ, BOSS!!! GET IN!!!” he screamed in his face before planting his lips firmly on Tyrone’s forehead.
Over the screams of the Millwall fans piling on the field and surrounding the squad and staff, or anyone in a Millwall tracksuit, he heard the Public Address System:
”The full-time result at Bramall Lane, Sheffield United, one, Aston Villa, one”
By the skin of their teeth, Tyrone Henry - or moreso Bertrand Traoré - had guided Millwall to survival in the Premier League.
From the second that the Millwall fan took him down to the ground, this became Tyrone’s best moment of his life.
The Public Address System began again:
”Brentford, West Ham United and Sheffield United are relegated to the EFL Championship. Millwall remain in the English Premier League.”
The announcement over the speakers gave rise to the Millwall fans to begin chanting:
”MILLWALL’S STAYING UP,
AND THE SCUM ARE GOING DOWN,
SCUM ARE GOING DOWN,
SCUM ARE GOING DOWN!
Quickly enough, Tyrone had been thrown a megaphone by one of the fans. He was lifted on top of the Bournemouth player tunnel, visible to everyone in the stadium. He started the chant up once more, before bursting into other terrace chants.
”No one likes us…
No one likes us!
WE DON’T CARE!
We are Millwall,
Super Millwall,
We are Millwall from The Den!
Seb: It all builds up to moments like these
MidKnightDreary: GET IN!!!