When Makqin returned home, the east was already bright, and it was almost dawn, which was incredible, but it was the case.

From going out of the stadium to Melwood, they faced many fans one after another, especially when they were outside Melwood, the lights were like daylight.

It was an illusion caused by fans' mobile phones, flashlights, and all kinds of strange luminous objects. Even at Christmas, Liverpool has never been so lively.

"Liverpool, liverpool...", the uniform shouts with dense arms swung to the sky, people who have never seen it will definitely be deeply shocked by such a scene.

On the night of Istanbul in 2005, Makqin once watched the team's celebration parade from a distance. The excitement was lively, but not so concerted.

Having entered the 21st century, even if it is politically inclined, it is no longer possible for the masses enlightened by the Internet to be so enthusiastic about one thing in harmony.

But outside of Melwood, it really happened. Football has done it today.

There is no reason: they stepped on Manchester United. In this game, even if the team is relegated in exchange, it is estimated that many fans will be willing.

The Northwest Double Red Society, an authentic British national derby!

After Maqin returned home, he still had tinnitus. The moment he got out of the bus, there were screams, countless people called his name, and some even cried bitterly.

To be honest, he was shocked...

Even though he has been here for almost five years, he has watched a lot of games, big and small, but he can't understand the kind of grievances rooted in their hearts that are closely related to their ancestors and life.

History describes such a picture:

Just over three hundred years ago, Liverpool, as the most important port city in England, was full of sails every day, sledges connected, flags covered the air, and the intertwined freight workers and carriages flowed endlessly, creating a prosperous scene.

They controlled most of the raw material import channels, which was an important blood transfusion channel in the UK at that time. They also brought boundless wealth to the city and made it a prominent nobleman.

Manchester, not far away, was the poor man, synonymous with blue-collar workers, and they depended on Liverpool's cargo channel.

It was not until the Industrial Revolution that Manchester had dug a canal by itself in order to avoid the heavy port tax on imported raw materials, and the contradiction has intensified.

This is the contradiction between the wealth and lifelines of the two cities, mixed with the struggle of beliefs. Liverpool is the representative of the traditional aristocracy. Most of the Irish immigrants in the city loyally believe in Catholicism, and Manchester represents the emerging forces of the industrial revolution. Most of them People believe in Protestantism.

In Manchester, it seems that old antiques like Liverpool should be swept into the trash, and Liverpool people hate them for taking their wealth, status, and even job opportunities.

I still want to talk...

"They've been depressed for too long," Carragher said after they finally entered Melwood.

In order not to be heard by Gerrard, he took Mark Qin aside, "You are not a native of Liverpool, and you don't understand the feelings of fans. People in this city naturally hate Manchester."

"We were suppressed by them for eighteen years, with more losses than wins, and the fans were very depressed. Then the Hillsborough tragedy in 1989", he said and checked if Gerrard heard it.

"That tragedy is still defined as being made by Liverpool fans. 96 of the dead are wronged every day, including Gerrard's cousin, the smallest victim of the tragedy."

"They lost their glory, they were wronged, and they were ridiculed by those **** Manchesterians. If the fans of the most bitter club in the past decade, Liverpool are definitely on the list," Carragher said with a mockery.

Yes, since Heysel made them into the British Enemy in 1985, after the glory, they have faced endless darkness and grievances, just like a cursed land, with endless disasters.

Police in South Yorkshire are still accusing Liverpool fans, and all the files about Hillsborough are secretly sealed!

How can they not let them cry and cry with excitement now that they are so proud?

How painful they were at the beginning, how pleased they are now!

All England owes them justice!

Liverpool fans are not football hooligans, not alcoholics, not fare evaders, not... hangman!

They were once nobles, and they are still chasing the glory of Burmese ancestors!

Maqin was lying on the bed, tossing about and unable to fall asleep, his mind was replaying the wonderful journey of last night and early morning.

Even though he was very tired, he almost had cramps at the end of the game and stayed up all night.

He felt that he touched the core emotions of this club, so intertwined and complicated.

Glory, pride, decline and sigh, blame and ridicule, carry and hate, passion and perseverance, never walk alone!

...

"Tony's dad is the victim of Heysel, and I was in the stand next to the scene in 1989," Sam said, kneading the dough in the kitchen of Maqin's house, rarely seriously.

Tony sat silently at the dining table drinking whiskey, while Mark listened to him quietly.

Near noon, he really couldn't sleep, so he brought the two men over and cooked for him by the way. After all, he was not suitable to go out now, and riots would be caused everywhere.

"Huh? Sorry Tony, I didn't mean it," he said apologetically.

Tony shook his head, raised his glass and drank it.

"At the time," Sam continued, "I was still a young man, and I was terrified. The man in the stand was like..."

As he said, he firmly grasped the dough in his hand, squeezed it out of shape, and came out one by one from the gap in his hand.

As if yesterday, shocking!

"The most hateful thing is that the policeman raised by **** in South York actually said that we were caused by alcoholism." Sam smashed the dough onto the panel with a "pop".

"Shit, they are just a bunch of hypocrites, full of lies"

"And the Sun newspaper killed that day, actually said that we beat the law enforcement police, turned the wallet of the deceased, and returned the corpse of the lewd female deceased! Fk, I **** fuck," Tony took a bite resentfully.

Mark Qin nodded, "I remember this, the Sun newspaper published an apology statement when I first arrived at u16"

"Yeah," Tony scolded, "Apologizing is useful. What do you want the police to do? The police are not his good stuff. An apology 15 years later, how much have we suffered in 15 years?

"I once beat up a Manchester United fan," Tony continued, "because he mocked us as executioners, thieves, and...", he couldn't continue.

"So you know that you scored four goals for Manchester United last night and kicked them off the championship." Tony raised four fingers. "What does it mean?"

"For fans of our age who have experienced too many, you are the one who helped open the door to our destiny, and then our children..."

"Yes," Sam rubbed his dough. "Tony cried in the stands last night, not to mention the fans who didn't enter the stadium."

"Fuck off, which eye did you see me crying?"

"Haha, is it urine?"

Mark looked at Tony with a smile, and the guy blushed.

"Our team song was changed at that time," Sam continued while kneading dough.

"We want to tell everyone that we are united, never compromise, and we will not be defeated. We are with the 96 undead spirits every day, sharing honor and disgrace. They will never walk alone!"

What kind of grief was that, and then facing the grief of injustice, it evolved into a **** tragic!

What appeared in front of Makqin was an image of a mourning soldier, yes, it was mourning!

They lost their glory, lost their pride, lost their loved ones, and finally lost their justice and were arbitrarily discredited!

They just want to straighten their spine and live in this land with their heads upright. This helpless sorrow made them perform a **** romance.

"I heard that their families are still appealing spontaneously, right?" Mark Qin asked.

"Yes", Sam stopped, "So you know what this league champion means to Liverpool"

"That is more than just a glory, it represents the entire Liverpool's struggle against fate over the past two decades."

Tony said leisurely: "Only when standing on the top of England can the Liverpool people really stand up. Those **** police and politicians, as well as the media, dare not continue to trample on us."

Makqin suddenly felt that when he came back, he was not a participant, but a witness.

God wants to use his hands to reveal this dusty past and history, and return them justice.

The day will always be bright, and the Yellow River will always clear the day~

It is not so much that his return to the present brought a turning point in Liverpool's destiny, as it is that the people of Liverpool now let him see how they face life and face destiny.

Facing decline, facing setbacks, facing injustice,

Don't cringe, don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged,

Shed three feet of blood on my heart,

Why don't men bring Wu hook!

"When we get the championship, you contact the local fans, I contact the players and external forces, ten thousand people jointly, and ask the government to restart the investigation of the case," Maqin said suddenly.

He knew that the case would be rehabilitated in the future, but it was ten years later, he couldn't wait, he didn't want to see these people endure such pain for another ten years.

Sam and Tony's eyes lit up, how they didn't expect it! With the popularity of Liverpool in the world at that time, coupled with many stars and fans, and the momentum of the championship, it is very possible to force the government to submit!

"I know the contacts of the Hillsborough Justice Movement. They will definitely support your ideas at all costs," Sam said excitedly.

Mark Qin nodded, "We have teammates on the team, and everyone knows a lot of people. There must be volunteers who are willing to help us."

"As long as we gather sand into towers, and all rivers become seas, I believe that as long as our strength is large enough, even if it comes from the people, the British government and the prime minister will not dare to ignore it easily."

"Yes, that's right, just do it," they said excitedly.

So they began to discuss with excitement, who to contact first, how to organize, in what form, and when is more appropriate...

...

"Hoo...hoo...hoo..."

Makqin fell asleep as he ate and ate, and when the excitement passed completely and the fatigue came like a tide, he could no longer hold it.

Sam and Tony smiled at each other and carried him to the bed in the bedroom. The little guy finally knew that he was tired.

Counting yesterday, he hadn't closed his eyes for more than 30 hours. He played a high-intensity game, and coupled with a night of tossing, he couldn't hold his back.

"Ah..." The two of them came out of Makqin's house~lightnovelpub.net~ Tony stretched out, yawned and said, "I went back to sleep, I didn't wake up either."

Sam looked at the noon sun, and only felt that today’s sky was exceptionally bright...

Mark Qin entered his dreamland comfortably. In his dream, he saw a field of golden wheat. He stood on the side as far as the eye can see, and the sun was shining warmly on him.

The wind blows the wheat waves, that is the taste of hope...

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In the distance, under the blue sky, surging, golden wheat waves,

When the breeze, with the smell of harvest, blows to my face,

We used to sing in the fields, hoping in winter,

But I couldn't wait until the sunlight, this autumn scene...

Thanks to Liu Anhuaming Lallana, wzyyss, the No. 8 technician from Hejin, the distinguished scholar for their reward. ps: This chapter is really hard to write, I have changed it many times.