Volume 1: Heroes Come and Go, People Pay Attention Chapter 85 This Is the Story of a Football Ticket (Sixth Update, Please Vote for Me!)

Chapter 85 This is the story of a football ticket (Sixth update, please give me monthly tickets!)

Three people were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The house was brightly lit.

The house, which had only been occupied by one person for a long time, finally regained some life.

In the kitchen next door, Cabrera was busy preparing dinner for four people.

The water is in the pot, and the pot is on the stove. The natural gas stove spurts out blue-yellow flames, burning the water in the pot with a roar. The water vapor diffuses out, moistening the air in the room and covering the glass of the windows. .

On this early winter night, the whole house is filled with a warm smell.

Chen Yingxiong sat next to Samuel Mertz, and Dugar sat opposite him.

Chen Yingxiong is extending an invitation to Mr. Mertz.

"I hope to see you at Anfield tomorrow, Mr. Mertz. Tomorrow's game is very important. If you can go to watch the game, I think I will be more motivated to score. If you don't have a ticket, I can help you……"

Mertz interrupted Chen Yingxiong's words: "I have it, hero. I have it. I am an old Liverpool fan for more than 60 years. I will buy a ticket package for Liverpool every season, and I will go to watch every home game. Of course I will also bring my son’s tickets.”

Dugar frowned beside him: "Well, please forgive me for being presumptuous. Mr. Mertz, I think it's better to leave the tickets at home, so that they won't be lost again..."

Mertz shook his head: "That won't work, Mr. Dugar. My son's ticket is my son to me. I take it with me just like I take my son to the game."

"But..." Dugar thought to himself that if he lost it again, how could he have such good luck?

"You can bring a photo of your son to the scene, Mr. Mertz. Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?"

Mertz was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought of this problem before, and then he patted his forehead in realization: "Why didn't I think of that!"

Chen Yingxiong and Dugar looked at each other and saw a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

In fact, the solution to this matter is really simple. But because the ticket was the only relic left by his son to him, the old man's brain fell into an inertial thinking, as if only this ticket could best represent his son. In fact, wouldn’t photos also work?

"Okay, I will put this ticket in the drawer." The old man patted the ticket in his hand.

Chen Yingxiong looked around the room.

In previous exchanges, he already knew the old man's situation, a typical "family of Hillsborough victims", even worse than most Hillsborough families.

Because he is alone now, and there is no one around him who can accompany him.

Football has become his only spiritual sustenance.

Chen Yingxiong suddenly felt like Steve Hutson. He was also an old man, and he also used football as his spiritual support. However, he was still happier than the Samuel Mertz in front of him. At least he had more people around him. Has children and a wife.

As for the old man in front of him, he has nothing left.

Chen Yingxiong found that the living room was full of photos, or that photos of various sizes were the only decoration in the room.

He suddenly became interested.

He pointed to the photos and asked the old man: "Well, can I..."

Chen Yingxiong found the precious tickets for him. Mr. Mertz would agree to whatever he asked for, so before Chen Yingxiong could finish his words, he knew what Chen Yingxiong meant and nodded that it was okay.

"Feel free to visit, hero!"

After thanking Chen Yingxiong, he stood up and walked to the photos.

It was a child holding a football and smiling happily.

"this is……"

"It's my son." At some point, the old man also stood beside Chen Yingxiong.

Chen Yingxiong continued to look and found that the protagonists in the photos were all the old man's sons. Most of them are single photos of his son, a small part are photos of him and his son, and some are family photos.

He looked at a whole wall, like the whole city.

He stood in the center of the room and looked around, knowing without looking that the other three walls must be like this too.

In a tragedy, he lost his son, his daughter-in-law and grandson, and now he has lost his wife.

Chen Yingxiong thought about it for a moment. In the dim room, the old man was sitting on the sofa, looking at the photos on the wall that were dimly seen in the afterglow of the setting sun, recalling the good times in the past...

This is what he thought - this must be a typical person who can only live in the happy memories of the past.

But this time, he guessed wrong.

The old man's daily mental state is definitely not as bad as he imagined. The house looks a little dilapidated, just because he is old and doesn't have the energy to climb up and down to take care of it.

The old man seemed very excited after seeing Chen Yingxiong. His idol suddenly appeared in front of him and even had dinner with him.

After the initial emotional release, he now behaves more like a groupie.

While Chen Yingxiong was imagining what the old man's daily life was like, he had already walked to the bedroom, took out a Liverpool jersey, and handed it to Chen Yingxiong.

Chen Yingxiong came back to his senses and suddenly saw his Liverpool jersey, and it was the latest model. He was stunned for a moment: "This is it?"

"Well, I hope you can sign your autograph for me..." Mr. Mertz had a shy smile on his face, as if he was embarrassed to ask Chen Yingxiong for his autograph.

He is an old man. He is not as energetic as those young people. He can often wait outside the parking lot of the Melwood training base to get the autographs of the stars. In fact, he hasn't asked for autographs from players in a long time.

Chen Yingxiong was surprised. He didn't expect that the old man still had the latest jersey. This old man didn't seem to be as closed off in his life as he thought...

"I go to every home game. My health is not very good, so I don't go to away games. I just watch live TV at home, but I will definitely go to home games. I was also in Liverpool during the game that day. I just went there. I like you playing football very much," Mr. Mertz said, expressing his admiration for Chen Yingxiong. "I'm not sure why you chose Liverpool, but I'm very grateful for your decision. I originally thought Liverpool would always sink, until I took this despair to my grave. But your arrival changed everything, hero! "

"In the home game when Liverpool won the league title last season, I went to Shankly's gate and gave my son a bouquet of flowers and told him everything that happened here."

Mertz looked at Chen Yingxiong, then at Dugar, and then smiled: "You must think that I live here alone, very pitiful and lonely, right? I was indeed like this when I lost my son's ticket. Yes, but I don’t usually do this. I am no different from an ordinary old man. Although football caused me to lose my son, football also gave me a lot of happiness. After my wife passed away, football became my favorite Good friends. As long as I watch football games and watch Liverpool games, all my worries will go away... Of course, I am talking about the current Liverpool team, ha!"

The old man smiled a little sheepishly.

"I want to thank you very much, hero, because you have brought us many goals and wins. Every weekend, seeing Liverpool win games makes me feel good all week long. I am seventy-eight years old. I will be 80 in two years. I don’t know how long I can live, but I think with your Liverpool, at least I will spend my last days smiling. So thank you, hero."

After hearing what the old man said, Chen Yingxiong was particularly emotional. It turned out that he was wrong. Not everyone only lives in beautiful memories. Memories are beautiful and must be cherished. The future will be equally beautiful and worth living for a few more years to wait for.

"You remind me of another old man, Mr. Mertz. I think you must know him. His name is Steve Hutson."

After Chen Yingxiong said this name, Samuel Mertz was indeed very familiar with it. His eyes widened: "He! I am very familiar with him! I have been listening to his voice commentating on Liverpool games!"

Dugar is also very familiar with it. Although he is an Everton fan, Hutson's name is very loud throughout Liverpool.

"After he had a heart attack, he was strictly forbidden by doctors to watch any Liverpool games. As a result, he aged at a speed that was visible to the naked eye... Later I told him that you can still watch some Liverpool games. I Make sure your heart doesn't get irritated. Then when he watched a few Liverpool games, he came back to life."

Chen Yingxiong told Hutson's story, and the two people listening were filled with sighs.

They all recognized themselves as elderly. Mr. Mertz was seventy-eight years old, and Dugar was already over fifty. They actually understand that when people get older, they have to find something to support themselves spiritually. Football, as a hobby that has accompanied them all their lives, naturally took on this important task in their later years.

After telling Hutson's story, Chen Yingxiong picked up the old man's jersey and pen and completed his signature on the table. But he did not return it to Mertz immediately, but said to him: "I will bring this jersey back to you. I will ask each of my teammates to sign a name for you, and then I will send it back. I hope you can Love this gift.”

When he said this, Mr. Mertz seemed particularly happy. "Of course that's best! Thank you, hero!"

Cabrera walked into the living room and said to everyone: "Supper is ready, we can start eating!"

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After dinner, everyone had to say goodbye. Dugar was going home, and Chen Yingxiong and Cabrera also had to leave.

The old man held the hands of the three of them, somewhat reluctantly: "This meal is the happiest meal I have had in the past two years. Thank you! Thank you!"

He then said to Dugar: "Mr. Dugar, you have really fulfilled your promise. Although you are an Everton fan, I am willing to be friends with you. I hope you will not dislike me for being a Liverpool fan."

Dugar stepped forward and hugged him: "How could it be, Mr. Mertz? Our friendship has nothing to do with our favorite teams."

The old man hugged Cabrera again: "The food you cooked is delicious, girl. Thank you, the hero's girlfriend is willing to cook for me personally. I think I will have bragging rights after a long time!"

Cabrera smiled: "I hope you are in good health, Mr. Mertz."

In the end, Mertz looked at Chen Yingxiong, but did not come forward to hug him.

"Score more goals for us, hero. And come back with more championships. Liverpool have been hungry for too long." He said to Chen Yingxiong.

Chen Yingxiong nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Mertz. Liverpool will definitely have to build another honor room in the future!"

Mertz laughed when he heard his answer.

Amidst the laughter, the four people said goodbye.

The two cars drove away in two directions, and the house looked so warm with lights on in the night.

A Hillsborough ghost and a football ticket, after wandering and encountering many dangers, finally returned to its home, this warm home.

This is the story of a football ticket.