Chapter 578 Stephen Parker
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Lao Zuo
After being promoted from Liverpool's local development group to the elite group, the little guy needs to play with outstanding young people from all over the world.
His goals have also dropped from 7.3 goals per game to 1.9 goals per game.
Faced with this situation, the little guy was always optimistic and patiently asked the coach for advice, and he was not at all frustrated by the drop in data.
On the contrary, the players who train together can see his bright smiling face.
Sometimes, he even goes to comfort those big brothers who are not in good condition.
Although he himself has not found the right way.
In just a few months, he has become the most popular kid in the youth training base.
Of course, it is undeniable that he is still that excellent genius, it just takes time to adapt.
As the little guy grows up day by day, his progress becomes visible to the naked eye.
But at this moment,
Steven Parker felt some discomfort in his left leg after a practice session.
Just the next day, I was suddenly unable to walk.
After tests, he was diagnosed with a rare cancer called Ewing's sarcoma.
And his idol is the team's main striker Suarez, but Lindy, as the captain, is also his favorite player.
After hearing the story told by Dalglish, Lindy felt sorry and sympathetic.
A young boy from Liverpool with such good character and talent.
At only 10 years old, he was hit and tortured by the serious illness, how sad and heartbroken he must be.
Follow Dalglish into the pure white ward.
Looking at the thin and small person on the bed, he was lying quietly on the hospital bed at the moment, motionless.
Lindy feels that at this moment, the world is gloomy.
He's only 10 years old, he's a kid, a kid who just likes football.
Lindy gradually felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Dalglish told Lindy the baby might only have his last few months.
Yes, God is so unfair.
One of the most talented youngsters from Liverpool's academy could be leaving Anfield for good.
Without waiting for Lindy to say hello, Parker first shouted with a smile:
"Captain Lin! Ahaha, Dady! Look, it's Lindy!"
Although the tube was still inserted in the nose, it did not affect the bright smile on the child's face in the slightest.
Just like the joy when he was still running on the court.
It was as if the disease had never appeared before.
For a moment, the entire gloomy world brightened up under his smiling face.
Lindy's eyes turned red instantly.
I opened my mouth, but I wanted to comfort me on the road, but it got stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say it no matter what.
Dalglish even turned his head away directly, with tears in his eyes.
Seeing the two of them like this, Parker naturally understood.
"Please don't cry, my mother told me that people will go to heaven after death, and when I get there, my left leg won't hurt anymore." He thought for a while, as if he missed something:
"By the way, there is no need to take very bitter medicine, and I can play football happily."
"Well, if I play well, God will reward me and then I can go back to my mother's womb and be their baby again."
"So, stop crying, you are all grown-ups, don't let me comfort you all the time."
Listening to the child's words, Dalglish's tears fell even more.
Lindy raised his head, his eyes widened, trying not to let the tears fall.
How can there be such a sensible child?
After adjusting his emotions, Lindy slowly came to his bedside, "You are right, Liverpool need a striker like you."
He grabbed that skinny little hand, and the needle holes visible to the naked eye once again made Lindy's tears swirl in his eyes. He said with some sobs, "I've seen your game video, and I think God will like it."
Lindy's slightly trembling hand was held by another skinny hand, and Stephen Parker still had a smile on his face, as if he was comforting those frustrated big brothers in the youth training camp: "Lindy, Don't cry for me, I'm already the luckiest Liverpool player in the world, the boss said..."
He hesitated for a moment, as if worried that such a title would offend Dalglish, and asked timidly but politely, "Sir, may I call you that?"
"Of course, of course you can, my child." Dalglish also quickly walked to the bedside, holding that little hand tightly.
Palk, who received an affirmative answer, smiled even brighter: "Well, the boss said that the club will be in Kirkby. There will be a grandstand, a dressing room, and a youth competition named after me."
"Please don't cry for me anymore, at least, I have seen the beauty of this world before."
"Liverpool, will always be in my heart."
Listening to the child's comforting words, Lindy was both relieved and uncomfortable, "Do you have any other wishes?"
Just now, he had an urge to go directly to the system to exchange the injury recovery pill for him.
But the system coldly told him that Dan, who was recovering from injury, was ineffective against cancer.
Speaking of wishes, Lindy's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Stephen Parker.
He struggled to get up, but his thin arms could not support his small body at all.
Lindy gently supported his back with his right hand so that he could sit a little more comfortably.
But before he could use his strength, the touch of the spine came from his hands. This child is now less than 30 kilograms.
Stephen Parker looked a little embarrassed, but thinking of Lindy's words, he became energetic again.
He asked cautiously, for fear of getting the wrong answer: "Team Lin, can we win the league championship this season?"
Lindy nodded: "I can, I swear!"
Seemingly relieved, he then continued: "Can we surpass Manchester United and become the club with the most Premier League titles?"
Lindy was at a loss for words for a moment, he thought about countless situations.
Signing, playing football, or whatever, but it seems that the little boy's desire is not these.
Looking at the little guy's expectant eyes, Lindy still opened his mouth to answer: "Yes! I can definitely! But, Stephen, don't you have your own wish?"
But the smile on the little guy's face gradually disappeared.
It was as if he really wanted something, but he didn't dare to say it.
Lindy bent down and squatted in front of Stephen Parker, "Say it, as long as I can do it."
He held those little hands tightly, as if giving him courage.
The little boy lowered his head, as if heaven and man were at war, thinking seriously whether he should speak or not.
Then he looked at his parents, then at Dalglish.
Everyone gave him positive looks.
Finally, he made up his mind, "I, can I score a goal for Liverpool at Anfield?"
But immediately, the little boy shook his head vigorously again, "Forget it, no, this is too outrageous."
Dalgliesh and Lindy burst into tears again.
This child is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
Without waiting for Lindy to answer, Dalglish said directly, "Yes, I did."
......
His goals have also dropped from 7.3 goals per game to 1.9 goals per game.
Faced with this situation, the little guy was always optimistic and patiently asked the coach for advice, and he was not at all frustrated by the drop in data.
On the contrary, the players who train together can see his bright smiling face.
Sometimes, he even goes to comfort those big brothers who are not in good condition.
Although he himself has not found the right way.
In just a few months, he has become the most popular kid in the youth training base.
Of course, it is undeniable that he is still that excellent genius, it just takes time to adapt.
As the little guy grows up day by day, his progress becomes visible to the naked eye.
But at this moment,
Steven Parker felt some discomfort in his left leg after a practice session.
Just the next day, I was suddenly unable to walk.
After tests, he was diagnosed with a rare cancer called Ewing's sarcoma.
And his idol is the team's main striker Suarez, but Lindy, as the captain, is also his favorite player.
After hearing the story told by Dalglish, Lindy felt sorry and sympathetic.
A young boy from Liverpool with such good character and talent.
At only 10 years old, he was hit and tortured by the serious illness, how sad and heartbroken he must be.
Follow Dalglish into the pure white ward.
Looking at the thin and small person on the bed, he was lying quietly on the hospital bed at the moment, motionless.
Lindy feels that at this moment, the world is gloomy.
He's only 10 years old, he's a kid, a kid who just likes football.
Lindy gradually felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Dalglish told Lindy the baby might only have his last few months.
Yes, God is so unfair.
One of the most talented youngsters from Liverpool's academy could be leaving Anfield for good.
Without waiting for Lindy to say hello, Parker first shouted with a smile:
"Captain Lin! Ahaha, Dady! Look, it's Lindy!"
Although the tube was still inserted in the nose, it did not affect the bright smile on the child's face in the slightest.
Just like the joy when he was still running on the court.
It was as if the disease had never appeared before.
For a moment, the entire gloomy world brightened up under his smiling face.
Lindy's eyes turned red instantly.
I opened my mouth, but I wanted to comfort me on the road, but it got stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say it no matter what.
Dalglish even turned his head away directly, with tears in his eyes.
Seeing the two of them like this, Parker naturally understood.
"Please don't cry, my mother told me that people will go to heaven after death, and when I get there, my left leg won't hurt anymore." He thought for a while, as if he missed something:
"By the way, there is no need to take very bitter medicine, and I can play football happily."
"Well, if I play well, God will reward me and then I can go back to my mother's womb and be their baby again."
"So, stop crying, you are all grown-ups, don't let me comfort you all the time."
Listening to the child's words, Dalglish's tears fell even more.
Lindy raised his head, his eyes widened, trying not to let the tears fall.
How can there be such a sensible child?
After adjusting his emotions, Lindy slowly came to his bedside, "You are right, Liverpool need a striker like you."
He grabbed that skinny little hand, and the needle holes visible to the naked eye once again made Lindy's tears swirl in his eyes. He said with some sobs, "I've seen your game video, and I think God will like it."
Lindy's slightly trembling hand was held by another skinny hand, and Stephen Parker still had a smile on his face, as if he was comforting those frustrated big brothers in the youth training camp: "Lindy, Don't cry for me, I'm already the luckiest Liverpool player in the world, the boss said..."
He hesitated for a moment, as if worried that such a title would offend Dalglish, and asked timidly but politely, "Sir, may I call you that?"
"Of course, of course you can, my child." Dalglish also quickly walked to the bedside, holding that little hand tightly.
Palk, who received an affirmative answer, smiled even brighter: "Well, the boss said that the club will be in Kirkby. There will be a grandstand, a dressing room, and a youth competition named after me."
"Please don't cry for me anymore, at least, I have seen the beauty of this world before."
"Liverpool, will always be in my heart."
Listening to the child's comforting words, Lindy was both relieved and uncomfortable, "Do you have any other wishes?"
Just now, he had an urge to go directly to the system to exchange the injury recovery pill for him.
But the system coldly told him that Dan, who was recovering from injury, was ineffective against cancer.
Speaking of wishes, Lindy's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Stephen Parker.
He struggled to get up, but his thin arms could not support his small body at all.
Lindy gently supported his back with his right hand so that he could sit a little more comfortably.
But before he could use his strength, the touch of the spine came from his hands. This child is now less than 30 kilograms.
Stephen Parker looked a little embarrassed, but thinking of Lindy's words, he became energetic again.
He asked cautiously, for fear of getting the wrong answer: "Team Lin, can we win the league championship this season?"
Lindy nodded: "I can, I swear!"
Seemingly relieved, he then continued: "Can we surpass Manchester United and become the club with the most Premier League titles?"
Lindy was at a loss for words for a moment, he thought about countless situations.
Signing, playing football, or whatever, but it seems that the little boy's desire is not these.
Looking at the little guy's expectant eyes, Lindy still opened his mouth to answer: "Yes! I can definitely! But, Stephen, don't you have your own wish?"
But the smile on the little guy's face gradually disappeared.
It was as if he really wanted something, but he didn't dare to say it.
Lindy bent down and squatted in front of Stephen Parker, "Say it, as long as I can do it."
He held those little hands tightly, as if giving him courage.
The little boy lowered his head, as if heaven and man were at war, thinking seriously whether he should speak or not.
Then he looked at his parents, then at Dalglish.
Everyone gave him positive looks.
Finally, he made up his mind, "I, can I score a goal for Liverpool at Anfield?"
But immediately, the little boy shook his head vigorously again, "Forget it, no, this is too outrageous."
Dalgliesh and Lindy burst into tears again.
This child is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
Without waiting for Lindy to answer, Dalglish said directly, "Yes, I did."
......
