Heroes of the Restricted Zone

Chapter 1259 This is the story of a ball ticket

Three people sat on the sofa in the living room.

The house was brightly lit.

There was finally some life in the house that had been alone for so long.

In the adjacent kitchen, 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 emits a blue-yellow flame, which boils the water in the pot until it boils, and the water vapor diffuses out, moistening the air in the room and covering the glass of the window. .

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

Chen Yingxiong sat beside Samuel Mertz, and Dugal sat opposite him.

Chen Yingxiong is sending an invitation to Mr. Merz.

"I hope to see you at Anfield tomorrow, Mr. Merz. Tomorrow's game is very important. If you can go to the game to watch the game, I think I will be more motivated to score goals. If there is no ticket, I can help you. you……"

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

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

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

"But..." Dugal thought to himself that if he lost it again, how could he have such good luck?
"You could take a picture of your son to the scene, Mr. Mertz. Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?"

Merz was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought of this question before, and then he slapped himself on the forehead suddenly: "Why didn't I think of it!"

Chen Yingxiong and Dugal looked at each other, and they both saw a trace 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, the old man's brain fell into a kind of inertial thinking, as if only this ticket could best represent his son.In fact, the photo is not okay?
"Okay, I will put this ticket in the drawer properly." The old man patted the ticket in his hand lightly.

Chen Yingxiong looked around the room.

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

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 seemed to be in Steve Hartson. He is also an old man who also regards football as his spiritual support, but he is still happier than Samuel Merz in front of him. At least he has more people around him. Have children and wife.

But the old man in front of him has nothing left.

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

He suddenly became interested.

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

Chen Yingxiong retrieved the precious tickets for him. Mr. Merz would agree to whatever he asked for at this time, so before Chen Yingxiong finished speaking, he knew what Chen Yingxiong meant, and nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

"Feel free to visit, hero!"

After thanking Chen Yingxiong, he got up and walked to those photos.

It is 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 photo were the sons of the old man.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 the whole wall, the whole city.

He stood in the middle of the room, looked around, and knew without looking any further that the other three walls must be like this too.

A tragedy caused him to lose his son, his daughter-in-law and grandson, and now he lost his wife.

Chen Yingxiong thought about it. In the dark room, the old man was sitting on the sofa, looking at the faint photos on the wall in the afterglow of the setting sun, recalling the good old days...

He thought so—this must be a typical person who can only live in the good memories of the past.

But this time, he guessed wrong.

The old man's usual mental state is definitely not as bad as he imagined. The house looks dilapidated, just because he is old and has no physical strength to climb up and down to take care of it.

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

After the initial emotional outburst, he's acting more like a groupie now.

While Chen Yingxiong was imagining what the old man's daily life was like, he had already gone to the bedroom to get 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 froze for a moment: "This is it?"

"Well, I hope you can sign for me..." Mr. Mertz showed 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 go to the parking lot of the Melwood training base to wait outside the parking lot to get the autographs of the stars.In fact, he hasn't asked for players' autographs for a long time.

Chen Yingxiong was surprised. He didn't expect the old man to have the latest jersey. This old man doesn't seem to have closed his life as much as he thought...

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

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

The old man Merz looked at Chen Yingxiong, then at Dugal, and then smiled: "You must think that I live here alone, very pitiful and lonely, don't you? When I lost my son's ticket, I was indeed like this Yes, but I don’t usually do this. I’m no different from an ordinary old man. Although football made me lose my son, football also gave me a lot of happiness. After my wife passed away, football became my favorite Good friend. Just watch football, watch Liverpool and all my troubles will go away...Of course, I'm talking about the current Liverpool, ha!"

The old man smiled a little embarrassedly.

"I want to thank you very much, hero, because you have brought us a lot of goals and victories. Every weekend, seeing Liverpool win the game, my mood will be good for a week. I am 78 years old this year, I'll be [-] in two years, I don't know how long I can live, but I think with your Liverpool, at least I can spend my last days with a smile. So thank you, hero. "

After listening to the old man's words, Chen Yingxiong felt very emotional. It turned out that he was wrong. Not everyone will only live in good memories. Good memories should be cherished. The future is also beautiful, and it is worth living for a few more years to wait.

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

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

Dugal is also very familiar. 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 the doctor to watch any Liverpool games. As a result, his whole body was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye... Later I said to him, you can still watch some Liverpool games. Make sure your heart doesn't get pumped. And then when he watched a few Liverpool games, he just came back to life."

Chen Yingxiong told Hutson's story, and both of them sighed.

They are all older. Mr. Merz is 78 years old, and Dugal is over 50.In fact, they all understand that when people get old, they have to find something to rely on 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 signed on the table.But he did not return Merz immediately, but said to him: "I will bring you back this jersey, and I will ask my teammates to sign your name for you, and then I will send it back. I hope you can Love this gift."

When he said this, old Mr. Merz looked very happy. "That's for the best! Thank you, hero!"

Cabrera walked into the living room and said to everyone: "Dinner is ready, we can have dinner!"

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

The old man took the hands of the three of them, a little reluctantly: "This meal is the happiest meal I have had in the past two years, thank you! Thank you!"

He said to Dugal again: "Mr. Dugal, you really fulfilled your promise. Although you are an Everton fan, I am willing to be friends with you. I hope you don't think I am a Liverpool fan."

Dugal stepped forward and hugged him: "How could it be, Mr. Mertz? The friendship between us has nothing to do with the team we like."

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

Cabrera smiled. "I hope you are well, Mr. Mertz."

In the end, Mertz looked at Chen Yingxiong, but didn't come forward to hug him.

"Give us more goals, hero. Also, bring back more championships. Liverpool has 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!"

Merz laughed at his answer.

In this loud laughter, the four people said goodbye.

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

A dead soul of Hillsborough, a ball ticket, after wandering and encountering many dangers, finally returned to its home, this warm home.

This is the story of a ticket.

(End of this chapter)