Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Donnarumma is a goalkeeper with a lot of self-esteem.

In the game, as long as the ball has been lost, he will rush into the net immediately, hold the ball out, and then give a big foot to the center circle to vent his dissatisfaction.

However, at this time, Donnarumma did not go to hold the ball, but stood up and yelled at the central defender Romani:

"What the hell are you doing, you know how to retreat, and you are almost retreating to the small penalty area. If you shoot Ye Chen from such a close distance, I'm going to get mad!"

Romagnoli squatted helplessly on the ground, covering his head with his hands.

What if I don't retreat, I will be passed as soon as I grab it, I can only retreat, imagine that this little boy Ye Chen suddenly stepped on the ball, it is just out of line...

San Siro toilets.

Uncle Rebino, the fan, was booing in the bathroom.

In order to avoid the bathroom being too congested during the intermission, he is used to leaving the field early about 2 minutes before the end of the intermission for convenience.

In the bathroom, there are many fans like him who left their seats during the game.

"Hey, what did you think of today's game?"

A fan he didn't know came to Rebino's side, unzipped his pants, and chatted casually.

"Very good. Ye Chen scored a goal, and Ibrahimovic was beaten by Bastoni. I am very satisfied with the game." Rebino smiled.

"Yeah, we have the advantage. It seems that we won the Milan Derby with six points. There is no problem."

"You can't say that," Rebino's expression became serious, and he warned the fans around him in the tone of a person who came here, "A score of 1 to 0 is not safe at all, well, if AC Milan scores in the second half, the two sides will be on the same starting line. Don't be careless..."

Just as he was talking, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the stadium, resounding through the sky!

Rebino exchanged glances with the fans around him.

The two men make the same movement——

Without even zipping the pants, the ball rushed out of the bathroom and headed for the stands!

They knew that this rumbling sound was the sound of fans jumping in the stands!

While running into the field, Rebino pulled the zipper of his trousers, accidentally got his egg stuck, and cursed in pain:

"Damn it, you score as soon as I pee, what the hell!"

After he grinned and straightened his pants, the familiar picture came into view again——

Ye Chen held up little Jamie's No. 10 jersey to the fans in the North Stand!

Rebino didn't run anymore, he forgot the pain at the zipper for an instant, hugged the shoulder of a fan beside him and cheered loudly!

"Ye Chen! I knew it, it's Ye Chen again!"

……

Central Hospital of Milan.

In little Jamie's ward.

Professor Cuomo of the hospital's cancer center knocked on the door of the ward.

"Professor Cuomo, you are here."

Jamie's mother, Karin, rubbed her tired and dry eyes and stood up.

Professor Cuomo is a director of the Italian Cancer Therapy Association. He is an authority on cancer treatment in Italy and even in Europe. He has published many professional papers and has rich clinical experience.

Cuomo looked stern and his tone was low.

"Ms. Karin, your son's routine blood test report is out today."

"What's the indicator?" Although Karin was aware of little Jamie's situation, she still had a small hope in her heart.

"I'm sorry Ms. Karin, Jamie's indicators continue to deteriorate," Cuomo pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose to his forehead and looked at the data on the test sheet.

"The patient's platelets and hemoglobin dropped rapidly, especially the white blood cells. The data is far lower than the index he was admitted to the hospital a month ago. There is naturally the influence of chemotherapy, but this change is a bit beyond our expectations. The situation is moving towards The bad direction is accelerating the deterioration..."

In the hallway, a nurse walks by pushing a cart full of medical waste.

Passing the door of little Jamie's room, she took a special look at the glass on the door.

I saw Karin covering her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking violently up and down.

Professor Cuomo held the test sheet in one hand and patted Karin on the shoulder with the other, as if to comfort her.

"Poor mother, poor little Jamie, alas." The nurse sighed and pushed the cart away.

Professor Cuomo checked the sleeping Jamie's body, and then explained the time of the next chemotherapy with Karin, and told her that Jamie was in danger at any time, and he must stay by his son's side at all times and not leave for a moment .

"Jamie! Did you see it! The goal is dedicated to you, Inter Milan's No. 10, Jamie!"

The TV, which was originally quiet, suddenly blared loudly because of Ye Chen's furious roar at the camera!

Professor Koeman was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the Milan Derby was playing on TV.

He reprimanded Karin in a harsh tone:

"Didn't I tell you that Jamie needs to rest more and can't watch intense football games. This time it caused his mood swings. Why don't you stop talking to the doctor!"

Karin glanced tenderly at the sleeping Jamie, leaned over and kissed his pale cheek.

"Let him watch it Professor, Jamie may never have the chance to go to Meazza to watch the game live, let him watch it in his dream."

Professor Cuomo took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He glanced down at Jamie's test sheet, which was on Jamie's bedside table, and left.

Karin took Jamie's lab sheet, rolled it into a ball of paper, and threw it in the trash.

【Leukocyte content】【Platelet content】【Hemoglobin concentration】……

She didn't want to look at these cold indicators.

These numbers, like demons, hijacked little Jamie's life, leading him step by step to the abyss of death.

Karin put her hand deep into me, and slowly pulled out the No. 29 jersey that Julia had given Jamie from under Jamie's body.

Little Jamie hid the jersey under his butt for fear of being scolded by his mother and dared not tell her.

As a mother, Karin had already found out, but she didn't say anything.

She folded Ye Chen's jersey neatly and placed it next to Jamie's head.

Listening to the even breathing sound of the bald-headed son, he seemed to be sleeping very soundly. , There was even a faint smile on his face.

Karin was in tears, she wished that she was the one who got sick, not her son...

The dressing room at San Siro.

With a two-goal lead, the Inter Milan players all had high morale and glowed red faces.

Ye Chen raised Jamie's No. 10 jersey twice in front of the fans. After playing for 45 minutes, his teammates were still full of energy and showed no signs of fatigue.

No one was even sitting, they were all standing drinking water.

"Brothers, little Jamie is watching our live broadcast in the hospital right now. He must be very happy. I can still imagine his cute face laughing happily!"

"We did a good job, very good, and completely suppressed the opponent offensively. This is a direct reflection of the strength of the two teams!"

"Also, although we lead by two goals, please remember that we must not be conservative, because AC Milan's players have no way out, and they will definitely come out in the second half and redeem themselves with goals!"

“我们要做的不是抵挡住他们的反击，但是继续进攻，用3比0、4比0、5比0打退他们想要反扑的念头！”

"Hit them to the ground! Fight fear, cry, and convince yourself!"

"To deal with rivals in the same city, we must use terrifying scores. They doubt professional football and their careers. There is nothing to discuss. We must do this cruelly!"

Lukaku first smashed the water bottle in his hand to the ground!

"Damn it, just do it, kill them!"

Barrera tore the towel into pieces with a click.

"Tear them apart, rub them on the ground, rub them!"

Just when Ye Chen delivered a passionate speech for the whole team, continuing to emphasize that the whole team should fight for little Jamie, encouraging this little life to fight against the disease tenaciously.

Lautaro sat quietly in the corner, with his back to everyone, and wrote something step by step on a short sleeve that was made of bottoming.

It wasn't until Ye Chen's speech was over that Lautaro finally finished writing and put on his bottoming short sleeves.

This 23-year-old Argentine boy has a killer's coldness hidden in his calm eyes.