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Chapter 467 The Meaning of Playing Football
Chapter 467 The Meaning of Playing Football
And Li Yuxin took Wilshere to Nottingham to meet a special person the next day, but he saw an unexpected acquaintance!
"I remember Michael said that he didn't want his son to be disturbed by the media." Li Yuxin stood in front of Pierce Bruce and frowned.
"Li...Mr. Yuxin Li, you, you misunderstood." Bruce stood in front of Li Yuxin bent over, unable to speak smoothly when he was tired. "I'm not here for an interview."
He spread his hands, indicating that he did not bring a camera, nor did he bring an interview recorder.
"I didn't even have the battery on my phone...Actually, I wanted, wanted to add literature."
"But you don't know each other." Li Yuxin didn't intend to give way.
"Gavin is a Forest fan, and so am I."
The two looked at each other, Li Yuxin thought for a while, and asked a question: "Did all the reports about fan riots in the Evening Post come from you?"
Bruce didn't expect Li Yuxin to ask this question suddenly. He froze for a moment and then shook his head: "No, I was sent to Newcastle for an interview. I just came back and heard about it..."
Li Yuxin got out of the way and said to him: "Go, the funeral is almost over...about."
The funeral turned out that a fan of Forest had passed away not long ago, and Coquelin and Toral, who were loaned to Forest by Arsenal, also attended the funeral!
Gavin's grandmother was supported and stood aside. She was wearing a black hat, and the hanging silk screen covered her face. Her expression could not be seen clearly. She was going to speak later, but Torral was worried whether the old man could bear the pain...
Michael's wife was paralyzed in his arms, staring blankly at Gavin's aunt who was crying on top.Almost a week has passed since the incident, but the pain left to the family has not diminished in the slightest.
Gavin's relatives, schoolmates and teachers sat on the left side of the church, while Michael's friends and Forest team players and coaches sat on the right side.
Coquelin was sitting next to him, wearing a black suit, white shirt, and tie that he sold to him yesterday. He sat with his mouth pursed and said nothing. Unlike the obvious sadness of the others around him, you couldn't see any expression on his face.
Torral thought maybe he could understand the kid because he was just like him now.
Coquelin's only fan so far, his admirer, is lying in a black and cold coffin at this moment, and will never ask him for an autograph again, and will never watch him train from the sidelines again.
Because everyone was too sad, the relatives who came to the stage quickly ended their speeches, the pastor said the last prayer, and then the coffin was lifted, and the crowd marched to the cemetery behind the church.
There was no mourning music played at the funeral, and Michael chose for Gavin "Tears`in`Heaven" (Tears`in`Heaven) composed by Eric`Clapton (Eric`Clapton) for his dead son.
If I see you in heaven, will you still remember my name?
If I meet you in heaven, can we still be the same?
If...we...we can never go back to the past...right?
The black wooden coffin was put down carefully, and Tolar noticed that it was covered with a small Forest team jersey, with large dark red bloodstains on the chest and neckline, and Coquelin's name was still conspicuous in the bloodstains.He gently threw the lily in his hand on the coffin, just covering the Forest team's team emblem.
Coquelin, who was behind him, knelt down on one knee, carefully placed the flower in his hand on his name, and then got up and left with Tolar.
Standing on the periphery, Toral watched the crowd come forward one by one to offer flowers in silence. The players would come to him consciously after presenting flowers. In this way, more and more people gathered around him. He counted, and there was no one missing. The first team all came.The director of the youth team, David Chris Lack, also came.Michael Dawson may be the saddest person in the group. Among the players, he and Michael knew each other the earliest and had the best relationship.It can be said that Michael watched Dawson step by step from an unknown kid to a professional star.Michael had lost his son, and Dawson had lost his brother.
Toral patted Dawson on the shoulder, but didn't know how to comfort him.
At the end he sighed: "Go back, rest well, there is another game tomorrow..."
Watching the crowd gradually disperse, Toral found that Coquelin was still by his side. He was a little strange: "You should go back too. You don't need to train today, and stay with your mother well."
Coquelin nodded and turned to leave, but Toral stopped him again: "George, you must become a big star!"
George nodded vigorously, pursing his lips.
"Go back." Toral waved his hand, and Coquelin turned and strode away from this depressing place.
When Coquelin left, Tolar glanced at Michael who was still comforting his wife. He thought it would be better not to bother them at this time, even if it was just to say goodbye.
They decided to go to Burns's bar for a drink, and it would be nice to wake up drunk and sleep.
Bruce thanked Li Yuxin, then turned and ran inside.Li Yuxin looked at this young reporter who had just become a regular, and thought... there are good people in the media.
Next he's going to see two people
On the other side, Coquelin and Tolar also drank their sorrows in the bar
Because both Coquelin and Toral live alone and have very low food requirements, they often solve this problem at Burns' bar.But today, they didn't ask Burns to provide him with meals, but just drank one after another in a bar that hadn't opened yet.
But Burns didn't persuade him either. On the one hand, he knew that Coquelin and Tolar were good drinkers. On the other hand, why should he persuade him at this time?Just let him vent.
Just when Coquelin and Tolar were a little drunk, Michael came.
"Ah, Michael! You're here...tomorrow's game, you, you will go to see it, right...right?" Coquelin and Toral were smiling, and their tongues couldn't be straightened.
Michael Bernard looked at Coquelin and Toral, but said nothing.
The smiles on the faces of Coquelin and Tolar disappeared, he stared at Michael and said, "Michael, you... do you have anything to say?"
"Coquelin Tolar, I'm not going to the game tomorrow."
Both Coquelin and Torral nodded: "I understand, you just..."
"I won't go there in the future."
"What?" Coquelin and Toral thought they had heard wrong at the same time.
"Thank you." Michael took the glass from Burns, then turned to look at Coquelin and Toral and said, "Do you want to hear a story, Coquelin Toral?"
When Brian Clough's Forest team swept England and European football, Michael Bernard was just twenty. Like most other youths, he was as energetic and aggressive as a stallion in puberty, and liked to show off his masculinity with his fists.
He and John organized a club - "Naughty`Forty", which only accepts fanatical Forest fans.Before Mark Hodge, he was the leader of the club, and John and Bill were his right-hand men. Every time there was a fight, the three of them always rushed to the front, not afraid of the bricks and sticks thrown by the opponent.They fought with the Forest team and experienced the most glorious years of the team.
If the opponent's fans dare to insult the Forest team, they will rush forward and beat the opponent black and blue.Even on the road, they showed no sign of weakness.They are proud of what they have done for the glory of the team.They are also proud to have brothers like themselves.
Football hooligans?No, they will never admit that they think they are the most loyal and most passionate Forest fans.
Michael's life outside the game was not satisfactory. He changed many jobs, but because of his violent temper and impulsive personality, he couldn't last long.But he doesn't care about these, all he cares about is the honor of his club, the achievements he supports the team, and he likes to talk about various topics of "Boss" Clough and the private lives of the players.
This kind of life lasted for ten years.For ten years, they came together for the Forest team to fight, fight, and think that this fight would continue until the day they couldn't shake their fists anymore.
But this life changed completely on the afternoon of April 1989, 4.
,
"We made it to the semi-finals of the FA Cup that year. Our opponent was the powerful Liverpool at the time, but no one thought we would lose to them before the game. On the contrary... Liverpool people were terrified of us. , you must find it strange? Why? Because we have Clough! Liverpool people will have weak legs when they hear this name..." Michael said, as if he had returned to the time 14 years ago.
Coquelin and Tolar did not speak, he quietly listened to Michael's story.He didn't care that the wine glass was long gone.
"We were very motivated before the game. Everyone wanted to kill Liverpool, reach the final, and then take home that shiny trophy. You know... We haven't won the FA Cup in 30 years. Clough has won all the championships in the world, and we are only short of the FA Cup. You know how eager we are..." Michael stared at Coquelin and Toral, and saw Coquelin and Tolar nodding before continuing.
"I still remember that day...it was a sunny day, John and I set off from Nottingham to Sheffield three hours in advance, we made all the preparations and waited for the game to start..." Michael's speech speed began to slow down , This memory was too painful for him, and it haunted him like a nightmare for a long time.
"We were in the second stand, and next door was the third stand where the Liverpool fans were. I thought this was a really good opportunity, and we could fuck them non-stop during the game..." At this point, Michael paused for a long time, but Coquelin and Torral had already guessed what happened next.
It was the darkest moment in English football, and it is a moment that countless Liverpool fans will never forget. Everything that happened on that day has continued until now, and even in the future.The once powerful Liverpool team has since declined, hovering on the edge of pain and confusion, and can't find their way home...
Because of this incident, all stadiums in the UK changed standing seats to sitting seats, removed the fences to prevent football hooligans from clashing, and improved security measures in all aspects of the stadium.When today's fans sit in the refurbished stadium stands with plastic seats to watch the game, they all know in their hearts that this is the result of those 96 lives.
The clock was fixed at 1989:4 pm on April 15, [-], the time when the Hillsborough tragedy occurred.
"...more and more people pouring in through the gate tunnel... We saw the Liverpool fans in the next stand getting crowded, but there were still people coming up. I... I was next to them In the grandstand, a child was squeezed in the block right in front of me, and he begged me for help...but I...but I was scared to death, I've never seen such a miserable scene..." Michael's voice began to tremble , "I don't know how to help him, his face is flushed, and blood is oozing from his nose..."
Michael couldn't continue, he lay on the table with his head in his hands, his heavy breathing echoed in the empty bar.
It was a long time before Michael's voice sounded again: "I have never faced death so close. Countless people fell in front of me. They wailed, cried, and moaned... I just stood there stupidly. The boy who asked me for help lay on his stomach. At my feet, he didn't cry or make trouble... I found out later that the child was only ten years old, and he went to watch the football with his neighbor..."
"This incident suddenly made me understand how stupid the life I had lived in the past ten years. John and I thought we were full and chic, and we thought that being injured and bleeding was our reward. When we fought, we shouted: 'You die, or I die'... But when the real death appeared in front of us, everyone was dumbfounded and trembling with fear. Later, when we walked out with my arms, I saw a man as old as me was grabbed by two policemen and he was struggling desperately. Shouting: 'Get off me, my two daughters are in there! I'm not a football hooligan' moment, I'm ashamed of what I've done. Coquelin Toral, do you know what caused that?"
Coquelin and Torral replied in a questioning tone: "Too many people?"
"No, it was us. It was us who caused that tragedy." Michael said, poking his chest. "We would never say we were 'football hooligans', but we knew we were. At that time, any team would have a fan club like us, the media called us 'football hooligans', and others We were called 'football hooligans'. To prevent people like us from rushing into the stadium and causing trouble, almost all stadiums at that time had those eight-foot barbed wire fences installed between the stands... If Hillsborough Stadium didn't have these fences, those fans would It's easy to run to the field to escape - although it will interrupt the game, but what is a game compared to 96 lives? In fact, fans tried to climb over the fence to escape, but they were caught by nervous police I thought it was a football hooligan, and I was rushed back to the crowded stands!"
"After that game, John, Bill and I quit the club. Mark Hodge tried to dissuade me, but I made up my mind. Hodge thought we had betrayed them, so he cut off contact with us. But I don't care, Hodge thinks we are cowards, only people like him are warriors, and they are the most devoted and loyal fans to the team. That's his idea. One day I went to the city stadium to watch football, and I came here to drink and chat in my free time, I like this kind of life very much.”
"Then why not continue?" Coquelin and Torral urged.
"Because this kind of life has gone away from me. I like football very much. But what did I like football bring me in the end? I lost my favorite son!" Michael squeezed the water glass hard, and the friction between the palm and the glass made a creaking sound. "Fiona has always disliked me going to the stadium to watch the game, and she was even more opposed to me taking Gavin there...But I was stubborn and even had a lot of arguments with her. Coquelin Torral...I love football and support football, but it cost me my only child. If I continue to be stubborn, I will lose my wife and my family..."
Coquelin and Toral looked at the heartbroken man, who had absolutely no reason to persuade him to return to the stands.
Bill Shankly, the founder of the Liverpool dynasty and the most famous head coach in the history of the club, once said:
"I've been told that football is a matter of life and death. To be honest, I deeply regret that, and what I'm saying is... football is more than life and death."
But now, can it still be said that "football is higher than life and death"?After the Hillsborough tragedy, Liverpool people were doubting Shankly's famous quote and football philosophy, and now Coquelin and Torral are thinking about the same question.
Michael stood up and said to Coquelin and Toral: "So sorry, Coquelin Toral...I can't go to your games anymore. Now you don't have to worry about I'll beat you up if you kill Liverpool. Goodbye, I have to go. Good luck, Coquelin Toral."
Coquelin and Toral didn't keep him. Watching Michael disappear at the gate of the bar, Coquelin murmured, "I'm worried that you'll beat me up? It's a joke, you can't beat me at all, Michael... But I really hope you can beat me once, and I promise not to fight back..."
And Li Yuxin and Wilshere came out from the side. Li Yuxin looked at the two little guys, but Coquelin and Toral were scared to pee. Captain, although the two are now playing for Nottingham Forest, they are authentic Arsenal players.
(End of this chapter)
And Li Yuxin took Wilshere to Nottingham to meet a special person the next day, but he saw an unexpected acquaintance!
"I remember Michael said that he didn't want his son to be disturbed by the media." Li Yuxin stood in front of Pierce Bruce and frowned.
"Li...Mr. Yuxin Li, you, you misunderstood." Bruce stood in front of Li Yuxin bent over, unable to speak smoothly when he was tired. "I'm not here for an interview."
He spread his hands, indicating that he did not bring a camera, nor did he bring an interview recorder.
"I didn't even have the battery on my phone...Actually, I wanted, wanted to add literature."
"But you don't know each other." Li Yuxin didn't intend to give way.
"Gavin is a Forest fan, and so am I."
The two looked at each other, Li Yuxin thought for a while, and asked a question: "Did all the reports about fan riots in the Evening Post come from you?"
Bruce didn't expect Li Yuxin to ask this question suddenly. He froze for a moment and then shook his head: "No, I was sent to Newcastle for an interview. I just came back and heard about it..."
Li Yuxin got out of the way and said to him: "Go, the funeral is almost over...about."
The funeral turned out that a fan of Forest had passed away not long ago, and Coquelin and Toral, who were loaned to Forest by Arsenal, also attended the funeral!
Gavin's grandmother was supported and stood aside. She was wearing a black hat, and the hanging silk screen covered her face. Her expression could not be seen clearly. She was going to speak later, but Torral was worried whether the old man could bear the pain...
Michael's wife was paralyzed in his arms, staring blankly at Gavin's aunt who was crying on top.Almost a week has passed since the incident, but the pain left to the family has not diminished in the slightest.
Gavin's relatives, schoolmates and teachers sat on the left side of the church, while Michael's friends and Forest team players and coaches sat on the right side.
Coquelin was sitting next to him, wearing a black suit, white shirt, and tie that he sold to him yesterday. He sat with his mouth pursed and said nothing. Unlike the obvious sadness of the others around him, you couldn't see any expression on his face.
Torral thought maybe he could understand the kid because he was just like him now.
Coquelin's only fan so far, his admirer, is lying in a black and cold coffin at this moment, and will never ask him for an autograph again, and will never watch him train from the sidelines again.
Because everyone was too sad, the relatives who came to the stage quickly ended their speeches, the pastor said the last prayer, and then the coffin was lifted, and the crowd marched to the cemetery behind the church.
There was no mourning music played at the funeral, and Michael chose for Gavin "Tears`in`Heaven" (Tears`in`Heaven) composed by Eric`Clapton (Eric`Clapton) for his dead son.
If I see you in heaven, will you still remember my name?
If I meet you in heaven, can we still be the same?
If...we...we can never go back to the past...right?
The black wooden coffin was put down carefully, and Tolar noticed that it was covered with a small Forest team jersey, with large dark red bloodstains on the chest and neckline, and Coquelin's name was still conspicuous in the bloodstains.He gently threw the lily in his hand on the coffin, just covering the Forest team's team emblem.
Coquelin, who was behind him, knelt down on one knee, carefully placed the flower in his hand on his name, and then got up and left with Tolar.
Standing on the periphery, Toral watched the crowd come forward one by one to offer flowers in silence. The players would come to him consciously after presenting flowers. In this way, more and more people gathered around him. He counted, and there was no one missing. The first team all came.The director of the youth team, David Chris Lack, also came.Michael Dawson may be the saddest person in the group. Among the players, he and Michael knew each other the earliest and had the best relationship.It can be said that Michael watched Dawson step by step from an unknown kid to a professional star.Michael had lost his son, and Dawson had lost his brother.
Toral patted Dawson on the shoulder, but didn't know how to comfort him.
At the end he sighed: "Go back, rest well, there is another game tomorrow..."
Watching the crowd gradually disperse, Toral found that Coquelin was still by his side. He was a little strange: "You should go back too. You don't need to train today, and stay with your mother well."
Coquelin nodded and turned to leave, but Toral stopped him again: "George, you must become a big star!"
George nodded vigorously, pursing his lips.
"Go back." Toral waved his hand, and Coquelin turned and strode away from this depressing place.
When Coquelin left, Tolar glanced at Michael who was still comforting his wife. He thought it would be better not to bother them at this time, even if it was just to say goodbye.
They decided to go to Burns's bar for a drink, and it would be nice to wake up drunk and sleep.
Bruce thanked Li Yuxin, then turned and ran inside.Li Yuxin looked at this young reporter who had just become a regular, and thought... there are good people in the media.
Next he's going to see two people
On the other side, Coquelin and Tolar also drank their sorrows in the bar
Because both Coquelin and Toral live alone and have very low food requirements, they often solve this problem at Burns' bar.But today, they didn't ask Burns to provide him with meals, but just drank one after another in a bar that hadn't opened yet.
But Burns didn't persuade him either. On the one hand, he knew that Coquelin and Tolar were good drinkers. On the other hand, why should he persuade him at this time?Just let him vent.
Just when Coquelin and Tolar were a little drunk, Michael came.
"Ah, Michael! You're here...tomorrow's game, you, you will go to see it, right...right?" Coquelin and Toral were smiling, and their tongues couldn't be straightened.
Michael Bernard looked at Coquelin and Toral, but said nothing.
The smiles on the faces of Coquelin and Tolar disappeared, he stared at Michael and said, "Michael, you... do you have anything to say?"
"Coquelin Tolar, I'm not going to the game tomorrow."
Both Coquelin and Torral nodded: "I understand, you just..."
"I won't go there in the future."
"What?" Coquelin and Toral thought they had heard wrong at the same time.
"Thank you." Michael took the glass from Burns, then turned to look at Coquelin and Toral and said, "Do you want to hear a story, Coquelin Toral?"
When Brian Clough's Forest team swept England and European football, Michael Bernard was just twenty. Like most other youths, he was as energetic and aggressive as a stallion in puberty, and liked to show off his masculinity with his fists.
He and John organized a club - "Naughty`Forty", which only accepts fanatical Forest fans.Before Mark Hodge, he was the leader of the club, and John and Bill were his right-hand men. Every time there was a fight, the three of them always rushed to the front, not afraid of the bricks and sticks thrown by the opponent.They fought with the Forest team and experienced the most glorious years of the team.
If the opponent's fans dare to insult the Forest team, they will rush forward and beat the opponent black and blue.Even on the road, they showed no sign of weakness.They are proud of what they have done for the glory of the team.They are also proud to have brothers like themselves.
Football hooligans?No, they will never admit that they think they are the most loyal and most passionate Forest fans.
Michael's life outside the game was not satisfactory. He changed many jobs, but because of his violent temper and impulsive personality, he couldn't last long.But he doesn't care about these, all he cares about is the honor of his club, the achievements he supports the team, and he likes to talk about various topics of "Boss" Clough and the private lives of the players.
This kind of life lasted for ten years.For ten years, they came together for the Forest team to fight, fight, and think that this fight would continue until the day they couldn't shake their fists anymore.
But this life changed completely on the afternoon of April 1989, 4.
,
"We made it to the semi-finals of the FA Cup that year. Our opponent was the powerful Liverpool at the time, but no one thought we would lose to them before the game. On the contrary... Liverpool people were terrified of us. , you must find it strange? Why? Because we have Clough! Liverpool people will have weak legs when they hear this name..." Michael said, as if he had returned to the time 14 years ago.
Coquelin and Tolar did not speak, he quietly listened to Michael's story.He didn't care that the wine glass was long gone.
"We were very motivated before the game. Everyone wanted to kill Liverpool, reach the final, and then take home that shiny trophy. You know... We haven't won the FA Cup in 30 years. Clough has won all the championships in the world, and we are only short of the FA Cup. You know how eager we are..." Michael stared at Coquelin and Toral, and saw Coquelin and Tolar nodding before continuing.
"I still remember that day...it was a sunny day, John and I set off from Nottingham to Sheffield three hours in advance, we made all the preparations and waited for the game to start..." Michael's speech speed began to slow down , This memory was too painful for him, and it haunted him like a nightmare for a long time.
"We were in the second stand, and next door was the third stand where the Liverpool fans were. I thought this was a really good opportunity, and we could fuck them non-stop during the game..." At this point, Michael paused for a long time, but Coquelin and Torral had already guessed what happened next.
It was the darkest moment in English football, and it is a moment that countless Liverpool fans will never forget. Everything that happened on that day has continued until now, and even in the future.The once powerful Liverpool team has since declined, hovering on the edge of pain and confusion, and can't find their way home...
Because of this incident, all stadiums in the UK changed standing seats to sitting seats, removed the fences to prevent football hooligans from clashing, and improved security measures in all aspects of the stadium.When today's fans sit in the refurbished stadium stands with plastic seats to watch the game, they all know in their hearts that this is the result of those 96 lives.
The clock was fixed at 1989:4 pm on April 15, [-], the time when the Hillsborough tragedy occurred.
"...more and more people pouring in through the gate tunnel... We saw the Liverpool fans in the next stand getting crowded, but there were still people coming up. I... I was next to them In the grandstand, a child was squeezed in the block right in front of me, and he begged me for help...but I...but I was scared to death, I've never seen such a miserable scene..." Michael's voice began to tremble , "I don't know how to help him, his face is flushed, and blood is oozing from his nose..."
Michael couldn't continue, he lay on the table with his head in his hands, his heavy breathing echoed in the empty bar.
It was a long time before Michael's voice sounded again: "I have never faced death so close. Countless people fell in front of me. They wailed, cried, and moaned... I just stood there stupidly. The boy who asked me for help lay on his stomach. At my feet, he didn't cry or make trouble... I found out later that the child was only ten years old, and he went to watch the football with his neighbor..."
"This incident suddenly made me understand how stupid the life I had lived in the past ten years. John and I thought we were full and chic, and we thought that being injured and bleeding was our reward. When we fought, we shouted: 'You die, or I die'... But when the real death appeared in front of us, everyone was dumbfounded and trembling with fear. Later, when we walked out with my arms, I saw a man as old as me was grabbed by two policemen and he was struggling desperately. Shouting: 'Get off me, my two daughters are in there! I'm not a football hooligan' moment, I'm ashamed of what I've done. Coquelin Toral, do you know what caused that?"
Coquelin and Torral replied in a questioning tone: "Too many people?"
"No, it was us. It was us who caused that tragedy." Michael said, poking his chest. "We would never say we were 'football hooligans', but we knew we were. At that time, any team would have a fan club like us, the media called us 'football hooligans', and others We were called 'football hooligans'. To prevent people like us from rushing into the stadium and causing trouble, almost all stadiums at that time had those eight-foot barbed wire fences installed between the stands... If Hillsborough Stadium didn't have these fences, those fans would It's easy to run to the field to escape - although it will interrupt the game, but what is a game compared to 96 lives? In fact, fans tried to climb over the fence to escape, but they were caught by nervous police I thought it was a football hooligan, and I was rushed back to the crowded stands!"
"After that game, John, Bill and I quit the club. Mark Hodge tried to dissuade me, but I made up my mind. Hodge thought we had betrayed them, so he cut off contact with us. But I don't care, Hodge thinks we are cowards, only people like him are warriors, and they are the most devoted and loyal fans to the team. That's his idea. One day I went to the city stadium to watch football, and I came here to drink and chat in my free time, I like this kind of life very much.”
"Then why not continue?" Coquelin and Torral urged.
"Because this kind of life has gone away from me. I like football very much. But what did I like football bring me in the end? I lost my favorite son!" Michael squeezed the water glass hard, and the friction between the palm and the glass made a creaking sound. "Fiona has always disliked me going to the stadium to watch the game, and she was even more opposed to me taking Gavin there...But I was stubborn and even had a lot of arguments with her. Coquelin Torral...I love football and support football, but it cost me my only child. If I continue to be stubborn, I will lose my wife and my family..."
Coquelin and Toral looked at the heartbroken man, who had absolutely no reason to persuade him to return to the stands.
Bill Shankly, the founder of the Liverpool dynasty and the most famous head coach in the history of the club, once said:
"I've been told that football is a matter of life and death. To be honest, I deeply regret that, and what I'm saying is... football is more than life and death."
But now, can it still be said that "football is higher than life and death"?After the Hillsborough tragedy, Liverpool people were doubting Shankly's famous quote and football philosophy, and now Coquelin and Torral are thinking about the same question.
Michael stood up and said to Coquelin and Toral: "So sorry, Coquelin Toral...I can't go to your games anymore. Now you don't have to worry about I'll beat you up if you kill Liverpool. Goodbye, I have to go. Good luck, Coquelin Toral."
Coquelin and Toral didn't keep him. Watching Michael disappear at the gate of the bar, Coquelin murmured, "I'm worried that you'll beat me up? It's a joke, you can't beat me at all, Michael... But I really hope you can beat me once, and I promise not to fight back..."
And Li Yuxin and Wilshere came out from the side. Li Yuxin looked at the two little guys, but Coquelin and Toral were scared to pee. Captain, although the two are now playing for Nottingham Forest, they are authentic Arsenal players.
(End of this chapter)
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