Chapter 85 This is the story of a ticket (please give me a monthly ticket for the sixth update!)

Three people sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The room was brightly lit.

This room, which had been alone for a long time, finally recovered a little bit of anger.

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

The water is in the pot and the pot is on the stove. The natural gas stove sprays out a blue and yellow flame, making the water in the pot snort. The water vapor spreads out, wetting the air in the room and covering the glass of the window.

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

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

Chen Yingxiong is sending an invitation to Mr. Merz.

"I hope I can see you at Anfield tomorrow, Mr. Merz. Tomorrow's game is very important. If you can watch the game live, I think I will have more motivation to score goals. If there is no ticket, I can help 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 Liverpool's package tickets every season, and I will go to the scene to see every home court, and of course I will also bring my son's tickets."

Dugar frowned next to him: "Well, please forgive me for your presumption. Mr. Merz, I think it's better to keep the tickets at home, so that you won't throw them away again..."

Mertz shook his head: "This is not OK, Mr. Dugar. My son's ticket is my son to me. I will take it with me, just like taking my son to the game."

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

"You can take your son's photo to the scene, Mr. Merz. Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?"

Merz was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought of this problem before, and then he suddenly realized and patted his forehead: "Why didn't I expect it!"

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 is the only relic left by his son, the old man's brain fell into an inertial mind, as if only this ticket can represent his son most. In fact, isn't the photo OK?

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

Chen Yingxiong looked around the room.

In previous exchanges, he had already learned about the situation of the old man, a typical "Hisburgh tragedy victim family", which was even worse than most Hisburgh tragedy families.

Because he is alone now, he can't even say that he can accompany him.

Football has concealed it as his only spiritual sustenance.

Chen Yingxiong suddenly felt like he was Steve Hutson, who was also an old man and also regarded football as his spiritual pillar, but he was still happier than Samuel Mertz in front of him, at least he had children and wife around him.

And the old man in front of him had nothing left.

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

He suddenly became interested.

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

Chen Yingxiong got his precious tickets back. At this time, Mr. Mertz would agree to what he asked for, so before Chen Yingxiong finished speaking, he knew what Chen Yingxiong meant and nodded to say that there was no problem.

"Please 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 the old man's son. Most of them were single photos of his son, a small part of them were photos of him and his son, and some were photos of his family.

He looked at the entire wall, and the whole city was like this.

He stood in the middle of the room and looked around, no longer needed to look, he knew that the other three walls must be like this.

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 dim room, the old man sat on the sofa, looking at the vague photos on the wall in the afterglow of the sunset, recalling the wonderful past...

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

But this time, he guessed wrongly.

The old man's mental state on weekdays is definitely not as bad as he imagined. The house looks a little dilapidated, but it's just because he is old and has no energy to climb up and down to take care of him.

The old man seemed very excited when he saw Chen Yingxiong. His idol suddenly appeared in front of him and had dinner with him.

After his initial emotional release, he now acts more like a star chaser.

While Chen Yingxiong was fantasizing about what the old man's life was like on weekdays, he had already walked to the bedroom to get a Liverpool jersey and handed it to Chen Yingxiong.

Chen Yingxiong came to his senses and suddenly saw his jersey at Liverpool, which was the latest model. He was stunned for a moment: "Is this?"

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

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

Chen Yingxiong was surprised that the old man had the latest jersey. This old man didn't seem to be as closed as he thought...

"I will go to every home game. I'm not in good health, so I don't go to away games, just watch live TV at home, but I will definitely go to home games. I was also at Liverpool that day, so I went there. I like you playing football very much," said Mr. Merz, expressing his admiration for Chen Yingxiong. "I don't know very well why you chose Liverpool, but I am very grateful for your decision. I thought Liverpool would continue to sink and knew that I brought this despair into the grave. But your arrival changed all this, hero!"

"I also went to Shankley to give my son a bouquet of flowers to tell him what happened here."

Old Man Merz looked at Chen Yingxiong, then looked at Dugar, and then smiled and said, "You must think that I live alone here, very pitiful and lonely, right? I did this when I lost my son's ticket, but I don't usually do this. I am 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 best friend. As long as I watch football games and watch Liverpool games, all the worries will leave me... Of course, I am talking about Liverpool teams now, ha!"

The old man smiled a little embarrassedly.

"I want to thank you, hero, because you have brought us a lot of goals and wins. Every weekend, when I see Liverpool win the game, I will be in a good mood for a week. I am seventy-eight years old this year, and I am eighty 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 with a smile. So thank you, hero."

After hearing the old man's words, Chen Yingxiong was particularly moved. It turned out that he was wrong. Not everyone will only live in beautiful memories. The memories are beautiful, and they should cherish them. The future is also beautiful. It is worth living for a few more years to wait.

"You reminded 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 Merz was indeed very familiar with him. He widened his eyes: "He! I am very familiar with him! I kept listening to his voice to explain the Liverpool game!"

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

"He was strictly prohibited by doctors from watching any Liverpool game after a heart attack, but he aged at a speed visible to the naked eye... Later I told him that you can still watch some Liverpool games, and I promise that your heart will not be stimulated. Then after he watched several Liverpool games, he was regained his vitality."

Chen Yingxiong told the story of Hartson, and both of them were sighing.

They all recognize them as they are older. Mr. Mertz is 78 years old and Dugar is over fifty years old. In fact, they are quite able to understand that when people get old, they have to find something to rely on. Football, as a hobby that has accompanied them for the rest of their lives, naturally took on this important task in their later years.

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

As soon as he said this, Mr. Mertz seemed particularly happy. "Of course it's best! Thank you, hero!"

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

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After dinner, everyone is about to say goodbye. Dugar is going home, and Chen Yingxiong and Kabrella have to leave.

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

He 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 don't dislike me as a Liverpool fan."

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

The old man hugged Cabrella again: "The food you cook is delicious, girl. Thank you, the hero's girlfriend is willing to cook for me personally. I think I will have the capital to brag in a long time!"

Cabrella smiled: "I hope you are healthy, Mr. Merz."

Finally, Merz looked at Chen Yingxiong but did not come forward to hug him.

"Score more goals for us, heroes. And, come back with 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!"

When Merz heard his answer, he burst into laughter.

Just as the laughter came, the four of them said goodbye.

The two cars drove away in two directions, and the house was lighted in the night, which seemed so warm.

A soul of Hisburgh and a ticket, after wandering and encountering many obstacles, finally returned to its home, this warm home.

This is the story of a ticket.


Chapter completed!