Chapter 279 Each Day is Short

For Liverpool fans, the week between the thirty-seventh and thirty-eighth rounds felt incredibly short. They wished one day could equal one year.

Every morning, when Liverpool fans opened their eyes, they only thought of one thing—how many days were left until their hero retired...

Every night before bed, closing their eyes, Liverpool fans still only thought of one thing—there was one less day to see their hero in a Liverpool jersey.

They spent their days in this mood, until the day before the thirty-eighth round match.

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Steve Hartson sat in his wheelchair, his son, young Hartson, spoon-feeding him soup.

Old Hartson had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage two years ago, leaving him paralyzed. Fortunately, he received timely treatment, preventing him from becoming a vegetable and preserving his brain function, but he was completely paralyzed, needing a wheelchair and someone to feed him.

Logically, such a person should be living a painful life.

But you couldn't see that on old Hartson.

In his paralyzed days, he was always happy and smiling.

Although his smile sometimes looked a bit terrifying due to muscle paralysis.

But he was truly in a good mood.

This was remarkable for someone with a history of heart disease.

Even the doctors said that old Hartson was practically a medical miracle.

Who would have thought that an old man with heart disease and a cerebral hemorrhage could maintain such a happy and relaxed attitude?

The media once interviewed his family, wanting to know why he was so optimistic.

The old Hartson family's answer surprised many in the media.

"Because my father watches every Liverpool match, never missing one. That's the secret to his eternal happiness."

Everyone found it incredible that someone with heart disease would watch such intense and exciting soccer games.

But that was the reality.

Whenever young Hartson saw the surprised looks of those reporters, he couldn't help but think of Chen Hero.

If it weren't for Chen Hero's encouragement and insistence on having his father watch Liverpool matches, his father might not have lived so spiritedly to this day.

Of course, the general advice was valid: heart patients should stay away from stimulating soccer games to avoid significant emotional fluctuations.

So old Hartson was a special case.

Because the Liverpool led by Chen Hero would never make old Hartson anxious or afraid.

And old Hartson had great faith in Chen Hero.

Therefore, every time old Hartson watched a Liverpool game, he was relaxed and happy. No matter how many twists and turns there were along the way, he didn't take them seriously, believing that Liverpool would ultimately win.

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

And his heart never acted up.

Even now, after suffering a cerebral hemorrhage, he still insisted on watching the games.

Of course, with his increasing age, he now had to watch the games in his living room at home, with medical personnel by his side.

Despite this, he still enjoyed it.

He hadn't been to a live game in a long time, not since his heart condition.

But he would be attending tomorrow's game.

Although it was in a VIP box, not the regular stands outside, it was still remarkable for an old man with a serious illness.

This was Chen Hero's farewell performance at Stanley Park Stadium before his retirement. As someone who had watched Chen Hero grow up bit by bit, old Hartson's physical condition was not a reason for him to stay home.

Even if he died at Stanley Park Stadium, he wouldn't regret it. Because, in a way, Chen Hero had given him his life. If it hadn't been for Chen Hero, he might have succumbed to his heart disease years ago due to his depression and lack of attachment to the world.

All the Liverpool fans were sending Chen Hero off, so how could he not go?

Just thinking about seeing Chen Hero in person tomorrow, old Hartson smiled again.

Young Hartson was looking down, ladling soup for his father. When he looked up and saw his father's strange expression, he knew he was smiling again.

As for why he was smiling?

Wasn't it obvious?

His father was no different from a child now. A simple thing could satisfy him and make him happy for a long time.

Like going to say goodbye to Chen Hero.

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Phil Gibbs, the leader of the Red Giants, stood with his companions in front of a huge warehouse.

The ten-meter-high door stood silently before them.

"Everything's inside," Tom Jackson pointed to the heavy iron door. "Also, we've discussed it with the other fan groups. Our people will carry these things into the stadium and hand them over to them. They'll each be responsible for a section of the stands. The order has been explained, and there won't be any problems."

"What about the stadium management?" Gibbs asked.

"We've communicated, and there are no problems. In this special moment, they'll agree to any request!" Adam Smith answered this time.

Gibbs nodded, "Good! Tomorrow's match is very important. We must give Hero the best farewell gift! We want to turn the entire Stanley Park into our territory! Now..."

Gibbs stepped forward, placed his hands on the door, and forcefully pushed it open.

With a harsh and eerie creaking sound, the warehouse door opened.

Then, a huge figure's back view gradually appeared before their eyes, taking up all the space behind the door.

They were very familiar with this action. It was Chen Hero's gesture to respond to the fans' cheers on the field. He raised his right fist, revealing the number on his back.

But this wasn't a realistic photo.

It was a painting. The lines were bold and powerful, the colors were heavy and vibrant, and the red Liverpool jersey looked like congealed blood. The muscles on the raised arm were clearly defined. Just looking at the painting, one could feel the power emanating from the figure in the painting.

After the entire door was opened, Gibbs and the others didn't step inside. Instead, they stood at the entrance, looking up at Chen Hero's back, the gesture they were so familiar with.

The crowd at the door gasped in amazement.

"So beautiful..." Adam Smith exclaimed.

"Although I've seen it before, I still have to say—this is a damn souvenir!" Tom Jackson couldn't help but express.

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

They had seen this man's back countless times in the stands, but they could never get enough of it.

He thought of his encounter with him years ago.

It was truly a beautiful encounter...

Phil Gibbs came back to his senses and said, "I suddenly had another idea. I changed my mind, guys. Tomorrow, we'll do this..."

After hearing his words, everyone's eyes lit up—this idea was great, it perfectly matched Hero's temperament and image!

"Okay, I'll contact the other groups now! Tell them the latest plan of action!" Tom Jackson shouted and started walking out to make a phone call.

Phil Gibbs glanced again at Chen Hero, who was standing in front of him, facing away from him.

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

A group of people responded loudly and rushed up to get busy.

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

Chen Hero was no exception.

After finishing training, Gerrard announced, "Everyone get on the bus to the hotel, Hero stays behind."

No one expressed surprise, even though they didn't know about this arrangement beforehand.

But wasn't this normal?

Before the boss's last league game at Stanley Park, it was understandable that the longtime friend would keep him behind; they must have a lot to talk about.

Maybe they would reminisce about the days they fought side by side, or maybe they would talk about old men's topics.

These things had nothing to do with them.

So after everyone returned to the locker room, showered, and changed, they got on the team bus and went to the hotel.

Chen Hero stayed behind.

Having also showered and changed, Chen Hero appeared in the parking lot, where he saw Gerrard already sitting in his car.

Gerrard, who had also changed out of his sportswear, patted the car door, "Get in my car, Hero. Your car is too conspicuous. As soon as you go out, everyone will know you're here. You don't want to be disturbed at this gathering, do you?"

Chen Hero smiled.

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

"Let's go, buddy!" He slapped the center console and shouted excitedly, like a cowboy.

Gerrard laughed and started the car.

If anyone saw this scene inside the car, they would be shocked. Because you couldn't tell that one of these guys was almost forty-one years old, and the other was almost fifty years old.

At this moment, the two old guys seemed to have returned to their youthful twenties.

The Liverpool players who obediently got on the bus to the hotel would never have imagined what their coach and captain were going to do.

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Because this was Chen Hero's last game at Stanley Park Stadium, it received a lot of attention from the beginning.

A large number of reporters gathered at the entrance of the hotel where Liverpool was staying, waiting to interview the protagonist, Chen Hero.

In addition, there were many fans. They seized every opportunity to see their idol.

When the Liverpool bus appeared in sight, the hotel entrance was already boiling, and the cheers of "Hero! Hero!" started ahead of time.

The cheering didn't stop when the bus came to a stop and the doors opened; on the contrary, it grew louder and louder.

Because they knew that their idol was about to appear!

The reporters also rushed forward, raising their cameras and video cameras, aiming at the door of the bus.

According to custom, the first person to come down would be the team's coach, Gerrard.

But the person who jumped off the bus was the team's assistant coach, Umm Harris.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then some reporters began to look up through the car windows to search for Chen Hero's figure.

Chen Hero was tall and big, but this wasn't the reason why he could be recognized at a glance in the crowd. His temperament was completely different from the people around him, and that was what made him special.

But the reporters who were familiar with Chen Hero didn't see Chen Hero.

Not only them, but also the fans gathered outside the hotel didn't see Chen Hero.

Until all the Liverpool players got off the bus, the reporters with cameras and video cameras didn't see Chen Hero's figure!

And not only didn't they see Chen Hero, they didn't even see Liverpool's coach, Stephen Gerrard!

On the eve of the game, Liverpool's captain and coach disappeared!

Everyone was shocked and surprised.

Where did these two go?

No one knew.

Some people thought of asking the assistant coach Harris.

But Harris had already entered the hotel lobby with the entire Liverpool team. The reporters wanted to chase in, but they were blocked by the fierce-looking security guards at the door.

They could only watch the backs of the entire Liverpool team disappear into the elevator, with too many question marks in their minds.

On the eve of the game, Liverpool's coach and captain disappeared. This was big news.

But the problem was that no one knew where they went, and the value of this news was immediately halved.

What should they do now?

A group of reporters were all veterans.

They immediately made a decision—report this news, and then use all their strength to turn Liverpool upside down. They had to know where they went before tomorrow's game!

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