"This is the bus of the Pompey Legion."

The boy held the broken Lego bricks above his head and showed them to Hydward as if he were showing off some treasure.

He looked at the parts scattered on the ground, but lowered his head in disappointment.

"It's a pity that it broke."

"The team doesn't have a bus, and I want to give you the best car in the world."

Hydward felt like he had been poked in the softest part of his heart, the boy was very young, he looked like he was about four years old.

Lego toys generally have two parts, large and small, and the size of a boy is more suitable for things composed of large particles. Because children's hand muscles are not fully developed, it can be particularly difficult to use small parts like those in Lego.

This car is not particularly complicated in structure, and in the eyes of adults, according to the drawings, it can be completed in an hour and a half. But for a four-year-old child, it takes a lot of perseverance.

Ward didn't have a pen with him, so he ran a long way to ask the nurse to borrow a water-based pen, and he wrote down his name very solemnly, having never signed it.

"What's your name, little friend?"

"McVeigh," he shouted, jumping for a moment.

"Okay."

Ward wrote below his signature: I wish McVeigh a speedy recovery.

"McVeigh, why are you in the hospital?"

All children don't think that they are small, they think that those who are held in the arms of their parents are children, they are adults, so they use an adult dialogue to communicate.

The two of them cleaned up the parts on the ground together, "Dad said I had a ball in my head, and no one else had it." ”

Ward's hand movements, balls? He had a bit of a bad guess.

Got a ball in your head? Is it a brain tumor?

The child didn't care at all, "Hehe, the surgery is done, and I will be able to go to school in another week." ”

"When you play Doncaster, uncle, will you take me to the dressing room?"

Hydward breathed a sigh of relief and laughed unconsciously.

He touched his head and said, "Okay, when the time comes, you can set up tactics for them." ”

One big and one small have no strangers' sense of strangeness, and they are enthusiastic and fast, as if they have known each other for a long, long time.

The little guy's eyes widened, as if asking, is this true? Is this true? The eyes were full of surprise.

McVeigh's words were not very clear, and many syllables were pronounced inexplicably, and he had to listen back and forth many times. But "Portsmouth"; "Doncaster"; "Ipswich"; Barnsley...... He didn't miss a word of this kind of perverted word.

"How about we restore your chariot and give it to whoever plays well when the time comes?"

"Good!" The boy jumped three feet high.

Hydward went to borrow a blanket and spread it on the tiles of the hall, piling all the scattered Legos on it.

There are no drawings, so I took out my mobile phone and downloaded a copy from the official website.

…………

"That's not right! The 2×4 board should be placed on the base. Ward was very childish in snatching the child's toy, snatching the window that McVeigh was installing.

"No, the round shaft must be a wheel, benzene."

The conductor came and went, he had a good time, and the two of them completely ignored the eyes of the nurses, doctors, and patients who came and went. From doors to windows to ceilings, every step is hands-on.

Hydward couldn't remember what he was here for, and Pierce walked around the hospital three times after his check-up before spotting him in the lobby.

This appearance has no image of a head coach at all, and it is more appropriate to describe it as the king of children.

The coaches have Mourinho who treats the players as brothers; There's Arsene Wenger, who treats players like students.

There are also those like Ancelotti, who became nannies themselves; There is even a case like Lord Frug, who has become the parent of the team......

In Pierce's image, he is supposed to be a stern and cunning leader.

The players always have a small circle of their own, everyone complains that the training is hard and tiring, and the manager always tortures everyone in different ways.

Sometimes I will scold two sentences, and if I can scold it, it means that everything is normal, but what I am afraid of is that there is no reaction, and anger always accumulates in silence, and I don't know which day it will explode like a dynamite barrel.

Pierce remembered yesterday's phone call.

After the game, when he chatted with the captain, Haim said that the youngest member of the team, Margery, had urinated blood, and that Hydward's calm man was frightened, and the captain said that he had never seen a manager so flustered.

Players who have been engaged in football for a long time more or less know that blood in the urine is just a normal physiological reaction caused by excessive physical activity, the body sweats profusely, the blood flows to the muscles, and the blood volume in the kidneys decreases.

Proper rest, take some medicine seriously, it's fine, but the appearance of urine and blood is a little scary, and a normal person can be frightened.

Ward told the whole team to take the bus back to Portsmouth, and the post-game press conference was still an assistant coach, and he accompanied Margery to the hospital for a check-up, and tossed until midnight before letting the family go back.

In addition to being strict, it's also good for the players.

Pearsto, with an injured leg, stepped forward to take a closer look, isn't this Lego? His son is the same as the child sitting on the ground.

One person does not have kindness towards another for no reason, but the words of parents are more likely to resonate. Whoever is good to his children, he likes whomever he likes, and this is true for parents.

McVeigh is about the same age as his son, and if Hydward is good to this kid, he will be good to my son, and I like this coach.

Pierce's brain is so simple and crude, a bit of a bandit logic.

…………

Long.

"Done!" The two of them cheered, and a brand-new bus appeared in front of them.

The blue body, the wide and big belly, the headlights are like a pair of human eyes, the wheels are limbs, and the chubby is cute.

McVeigh also brought stickers, patterns of the Portsmouth crest. He carefully pasted it, like a mother caring for her own child.

"I'll take you back to the ward."

The current relationship between the two is what the Internet calls Lao Tie, and Ward is happy to run this trip.

The little guy's head shook like a rattle, "don't go back, don't go back", and played a little temper.

"It's so boring in the ward, uncle, you can take me to the club, I want to meet Pierce."

"Pierce? Why? ”

McVeigh's face adored and he was almost a flower with a smile, "He's my idol!" ”

The children's words made the old skin standing behind them secretly refreshed. He couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and appeared next to the little guy like a magic.

Today is definitely McVeigh's lucky day, the sun is bathing in life, sprinkled in the flower-like childhood.

He covered his mouth in disbelief, his expression was confused, Aladdin's magic lamp is not so bright, right?

"Pierce!" McVeigh crashed into his arms like a swallow.

"I'm wearing your number."

His eyebrows are laughing, his eyes are laughing, his mouth is laughing, his nose is laughing, every organ of his body is laughing.

There was some ill-intentness in Hydward's eyes, and Pierce read the jealousy in it.

McVeigh has the potential to be a traitor, who is playing with him, messing with him, and forgetting about it when he turns around.

Ward looked at the watch on his wrist, it was still early, and Dr. Chen's badge was still lying in his pocket to be returned.