"Of course I'm a Liverpool fan! All the time! "The old man looked like he was in his sixties, with turquoise eyes, and he looked energetic.

"In other words, you're here today to cheer on Liverpool!"

"Of course, I also bought tickets!" The old man didn't care why the reporter asked such a stupid question, shook the ticket in his hand and continued: "For more than 40 years, I will attend every city derby to cheer for Liverpool, and this time is no exception!" ”

"Oh! Oh, my God! That's enviable! The reporter exclaimed, "Do you remember the 1967 battle in the same city?" It was the fifth round of the FA Cup, also at Goodison Park, and the game was being played on the screen at Anfield's stadium at the same time..."

Without waiting for the reporter to finish prompting, the old man's eyes opened slightly, releasing a fine light.

"Of course! Of course I remember! ”

"Are you sure?"

The corners of the old man's mouth were cracked, and he looked like he had a pronounced double chin. He has large earlobes and gray hair.

The reporter himself had to look through a lot of information to find that game, and he really didn't believe that the old man in front of him would remember it in an instant.

"Of course! I've got to play that game! ”

"What?" The reporter's jaw dropped in shock and hurriedly asked, "Uh... I heard you right, you mean..."

"That's right, I was Liverpool's goalkeeper at the time!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

"Wow, oh! I was so lucky! ”

Speaking of this, both of them laughed.

The reporter never expected that he would interview a legendary goalkeeper of the Shankly era.

"Excuse me, can you remind me of your name?" The reporter brought honorifics.

"Tommy Lawrence." The old man replied quickly.

"Oh Tommy, it's a pleasure to meet you! Can you tell us about the one that stood out to you the most during that game? ”

"It was a very good game! Aaron. Bol scored the winning goal in that game. ”

"Yes, it is!"

'Of course, I still remember his goal.'

The old man, who was the main goalkeeper at Liverpool from 1957 to 1971, his eyes unconsciously lit up when he was asked by reporters about the game.

With his recollection, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

His eyes passed through the reporters, through the cameras, as if he had returned to the day in 1967, standing in front of the Liverpool goal, looking at his teammates in front of him.

He seemed to be dozens of years younger in an instant, chatting with reporters and eager to show off a wonderful save.

Isn't the history we are looking through the high-spirited youth of others?

After the two chatted about the memories of that game, the reporter looked at the time and saw that it was almost time for the players of both sides to enter, so he accelerated the pace of inquiry.

"So, Tommy, what do you think of this game?"

"Oh! This game! The old man came to his senses and said without thinking, "We still won't lose!" ”

"Why?"

"To we have to be on the field, we won't lose!"

“totoy？” The reporter joked, "You're saying you're going to play too, aren't you?" ”

In some cases, toy can be used as intimacy.

"Oh, no! No, no, no, no! Tommy Lawrence hurriedly shook his head, "I am much stronger, he will lead Liverpool to a new peak, there, there are honors that we have never touched." ”

"Tommy, you're too modest!" The journalist praised.

Tommy Lawrence, nicknamed the Flying Pig, helped Liverpool win two league titles and an FA Cup.

"No, no!" Tommy still shook his head, "What TO has achieved is unprecedented, he can help Liverpool win at the last minute, which is not something that an ordinary goalkeeper can do!" ”

Seeing Tommy Lawrence admiring Tang Wu so much, the reporter hurriedly hit the railway while it was hot: "According to the latest news, the third place in the Golden Boy Award issued by the Italian "Torino Sports Newspaper", the top two are Chris..."

"Really? Are you telling the truth? The old man interrupted the reporter again after hearing that Tang Wu had won the third, obviously he didn't want to know who the two players in front of Tang Wu were.

"Of course it's true, I think you'll be able to buy a newspaper that publishes this news after mentioning the competition!" The reporter smiled.

"Oh! Oh my God, I'll just say, I'll just say he'll be able to! Tommy Lawrence clenched his hands into fists, two punching bag-sized fists dangling in front of reporters, and he himself looked excited.

"This is no ordinary award!" The journalist added.

"That's right, that's right, it's no ordinary award!" The Flying Pig was already so excited that he couldn't help himself, as if he was the winner of the bronze boy.

"There are a lot of great players who have come close to this honor, so it's a big award!" The journalist continued.

"That's right, that's right!" The old man's brain couldn't keep up for a while, and he could only repeat it with the reporter's words.

In fact, the Golden Boy Award only began to be selected last year, and the winner of the first Golden Boy Award was the Dutchman Van der Vaart. However, after Van der Vaart's "glass man" attributes were exposed in the past two years, he did not achieve the achievements that the "golden boy" should have. On the other hand, the second-placed Kaka became the chosen one after joining AC Milan.

But the journalist's words are not wrong.

The people who can be called golden boys are all excellent players from various countries.

Like Raul, Xiaobei, and Owen, these people have also been known as "golden boys". As for Lu Xiaopang, this award can be regarded as "well-deserved".

With the cheers that rang out in Goodison Park, the reporter was also very interested, and hurriedly ended the interview and let Tommy go.

Tommy Lawrence, after saying goodbye to reporters, hurriedly swung his legs and trotted into Goodison Park.

As an old man in his sixties, he would not be annoyed by an unfamiliar reporter delaying him to watch the entrance ceremony for a few minutes. What kept echoing in his mind was the Liverpool team and the young man who stood in the last line of defence.

When Tommy Lawrence squeezes into the red of the mountains, like a leaf flowing into the ocean, insignificant, drifting with the current.

But the old man did not rush to find his place, but stood with the fans, tremblingly took out a red and white scarf from his bosom, held it high above his head, and sang softly.

“ youll never walk alone

ith hope i

and youll never walk alone

youll never walk alone...

Looking at Tang Wu, who put his right hand on his left chest in the field and sang the team song loudly with his teammates standing in a row, Tommy Lawrence seemed to see the shadow of his youth again.