For Liverpool fans, every day is so short from the 37th round to the 38th round. They wish one day is equal to one year.

Every morning when I open my eyes, Liverpool fans only think of one thing - how many days are there before the hero retires...

Every night before going to bed, Liverpool fans still only think about one thing-there is another day when the heroes wear Liverpool jerseys.

In this mood, they spent day after day until the day before the 38th round of match day.

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Steve Hutson was sitting in a wheelchair, and his son, Hartson Jr., was feeding soup into his mouth one by one.

Old Hutson suffered a cerebral hemorrhage two years ago and was paralyzed all over his body. Fortunately, the rescue was timely, and he finally did not become a vegetative person, nor did he affect brain activity. He was paralyzed all over and needed a wheelchair and someone to feed him.

It is logical that such people live a very painful life.

But you can't see this in Old Hutson.

On the days of paralysis, he was happy and smiling every day.

Although his smile sometimes looks a little terrifying due to muscle paralysis.

But he is in a good mood.

This is amazing for a person who has a heart disease.

Even those doctors said that Old Hutson was basically a medical miracle.

Who would have thought that an elderly person who has had heart disease and cerebral hemorrhage can still maintain such a happy and relaxed attitude?

There was once a media interviewing his family and wanted to know why he was so optimistic.

As a result, the answers of Lao Hutson's family surprised many media.

"Because my father watched every Liverpool game and never fell. This is the secret to stay happy forever."

Everyone finds it incredible that a person with a heart disease is still watching a tense football game?

But in fact, this is indeed the case.

Every time he looked at the surprised gazes of the reporters, little Hutson couldn't help but think of Chen Yingxiong.

If it weren't for his encouragement and insistence on letting his father watch Liverpool games, his father might not have been able to live in good spirits until now.

Of course. The general statement makes sense. Heart patients should stay away from stimulating football games and avoid large emotional fluctuations.

So Old Hutson is a special case.

Because Liverpool led by Chen Yingxiong will never make Old Hartson scared. (Net.)

Old Hutson also believes in Chen Yingxiong very much.

Therefore, every time Hutson watched Liverpool games, he was relaxed and happy. Even if there were many twists and turns in the middle, he didn't take it seriously and believed that Liverpool would definitely win the final victory.

It was with this mood that he watched every Liverpool game.

And the heart has never been ill.

Until now, even if there is a cerebral hemorrhage, he still insists on watching the game.

Of course, although he has grown older, he must now watch the game in the living room at home, and he must be accompanied by medical staff.

Despite this, he still enjoyed it.

He hasn't been to the live game for a long time, since he had a heart attack.

But tomorrow's game, he will go to watch it live.

Although it is a VIP box instead of having ordinary stands outside, it is also amazing for an old man who is seriously ill.

This is a farewell performance at Stanley Park Stadium before Chen Yingxiong retired. As old Hutson, who watched Chen Yingxiong grow up little by little, his physical condition was not a reason to let him crouch at home and not attend.

Even if he died at Stanley Park Stadium, he would probably have no regrets. Because from a certain perspective, his life can be regarded as given by Chen Yingxiong. If it weren't for Chen Yingxiong, perhaps he would have passed away because of his mental depression and no nostalgia for the world in a few years after his heart disease.

All Liverpool fans are seeing off Chen Yingxiong, how could he not go?

When he thought of saying goodbye to Chen Yingxiong on the scene tomorrow, a smile appeared on Old Hutson's face.

Little Hutson was lowering his head to scoo up soup for his father. When he looked up and saw his father's weird expression, he knew he was smiling again.

As for why you laugh?

Isn't that clear?

For today's fathers, it is no different from children. A simple thing can satisfy him and make him happy for a long time.

For example, go and say goodbye to Chen Yingxiong.

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Phil Gibbs, the leader of the Red Giant Bear, stood at the door of a huge warehouse with his companions.

The gate, which was ten meters high, stood silently in front of them.

"The things are all inside." Tom Jackson pointed to the heavy iron gate. "In addition, we have discussed with other fans and organizations that our people will carry these things into the court and hand them over to them. Each of them will be responsible for a stand. Net. The order has been explained, and there will be no problems."

"Where is the stadium administrator?" Gibbs asked again.

"The communication was done, there was no problem. At this special moment, they would agree to any request!" This time he was Adam Smith.

Gibbs nodded: "Very good! Tomorrow's game is very important. We must give the hero the best parting gift! We want to turn the entire Stanley Park into our territory! Now..."

Gibbs said as he stepped forward, put his hands on the door, and pushed open the heavy door with force.

Amid the unpleasant and cunning creaking, the door of the warehouse was opened.

Then a huge figure appeared in front of them as the door opened, occupying all the space behind the door.

They were very familiar with this action. It was Chen Yingxiong's action on the court to respond to the fans' calls. He raised his right fist and revealed the number behind him.

But this is not a realistic photo.

It is a painting. The lines are rough and powerful, the colors are solemn and bright, and the red Liverpool jersey is like condensed blood. The muscles on the raised arms are clear. Just looking at this painting, you can feel the power of the image in the painting.

When the entire door opened, Gibbs and the others did not step in. Instead, they stood at the door, looking up at Chen Yingxiong's back, an action they were familiar with, which was no longer familiar to them.

The people in front of the door exclaimed all kinds of amazement.

"It's so beautiful..." Adam Smith sighed.

"Although I've seen it, I still have to say--this is simply a fucking souvenir!" Tom Jackson couldn't help but sigh.

Phil Gibbs looked at the painting without saying a word for a long time.

The man's back. They watched it countless times in the stands, but they just couldn't see it enough.

He thought of his encounter with him several years ago.

It was such a beautiful encounter...

Phil Gibbs came back from the memories and said, "I suddenly had another idea. I changed my mind, guys. Tomorrow, we do this..."

After hearing his words, everyone around him lit up - this idea is so good, it is so in line with the temperament and image of a hero!

"Okay, I'll contact other clubs now! Tell them the latest action plan!" Tom Jackson shouted and began to go out and make a phone call.

Phil Gibbs took another look and stood in front of him, with his back facing Chen Yingxiong.

"Put it away, be careful, guys. Don't get it dirty!"

A group of people agreed and rushed up and started to get busy.

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One day before the game day, everyone was preparing for the game in their own way.

Chen Yingxiong is no exception.

After finishing training, Gerald announced something: "Everyone gets in the car and goes to the hotel. The hero stays."

No one expressed surprise, although they had no idea about the arrangement.

But isn't this a normal thing?

Before the boss's last league game, as an old acquaintance, they must have a lot to say.

Maybe it was to recall the days when we fought side by side together, or maybe it was to talk about old men.

These have nothing to do with you.

So after everyone returned to the locker room, took a shower and changed their clothes, then got on the team's bus and went to the hotel.

Chen Yingxiong stayed.

Chen Yingxiong, who also took a shower and changed his clothes, appeared in the parking lot, and then he saw that Gerald was already sitting in his car.

Gerald, who also changed into his sportswear, patted the car door: "Go to my car, hero. Your car is so conspicuous. Everyone knows that you are here as soon as you go out. Don't you want to be disturbed by others for this party?"

Chen Yingxiong laughed.

Then he ran over and opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

"Set out, man!" He slapped the center console in front and shouted excitedly, like a cowboy.

Gerald laughed and started the car.
To be continued...