April 13, 2012 was close to midnight, my sister and girlfriend were asleep in the house, Margery sat alone in the living room with a glass of water, the TV was turned to mute, and the American drama "Game of Thrones", which began to become popular last year, was played on the screen. The Targaryens were reborn in the flames, contributing a large scale of footage, but he didn't have the heart to appreciate it.

Since last month's win over Nottingham Forest, the team has drawn with relegation-struggling Ipswich and Doncaster in the following days, and then defeated Barnsley by three goals at home, and after 43 rounds, the points are 69, and now Margery's mind is all on the showdown with Liverpool in 40 hours, which will be the most important game of his career so far, and if he wins, he will go to Wembley to win his first trophy, which is extremely important for the whole team.

Margery stuffed a painkiller into his mouth, his back was a little red and swollen, but there was no sprain, and the doctor only let him recuperate for two days. In the eyes of fans, their beloved athletes are like the five tiger generals in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but in fact, the real appearance, the heroes have back injuries, broken bones, muscle strains, torn ligaments, tendon sprains, and even injuries on eggs, which is normal. The older you get, the more injuries you have, and that's unavoidable because they're used to playing with injuries from a very young age, which is a sad tradition in football.

He didn't play in the last league game because he had been suffering from inflammation in his lower back recently, and all of a sudden he would have a sharp pain in his lower back, the pain was so intense that he couldn't even bend over and couldn't move. For hours Margery stood still, unable to even climb back into bed.

The hospital did not detect anything other than the inflammation, and the Portsmouth team doctor spent hours tending to Margery's injury during training sessions, and Icke, who used to work for Manchester City, injected him with a large number of painkillers, but to little avail. There is no effect, ibuprofen, voltarin and even diazepam are too weak, you must know that Valium is the main drug as a sedative as a relief muscle spasm.

So last week he had to turn to the pharmacist who had treated Campbell, and Margery had been running to Milton twice a week since this week, and the medicine he had just taken was also prescribed by the senior pharmacist.

It's cruel, and it seems that he can only get better if he thinks about Liverpool and thinks about the league.

Margery watched TV for a while, and the lack of sound in the wonderful plot made him so sleepy that he wanted to doze off, but after a slight change of position, the injury on his waist affected his thigh and his entire right hand, and his body was numb and restless.

It was late at night, he took his mobile phone and started the game, thought about it and edited a text message to send to head coach Edward, if a message appeared on the screen at night, Mr. would be considerate.

"Hey Boss, I know it's late, are you still awake?"

1, 2, 3, Ward immediately replied: "Well, how do you feel?" How does it feel to be back? ”

Margery has always been open and honest with Hydward, and there are clear rules on the use of potions by players. Agger has a habit of using a lot of potions, and many coaches in the industry are not optimistic about the Dane's future in England, and he could retire at any time if he can't stand the torture of injuries.

He replied: "My head is numb, I feel no worse, I just ate a little futarin." (sad expression)"

Margery flipped through the conversation logs, and from the time he was sick, every sentence was used to adding a crying sad expression, as if he was asking for help from the phone symbol.

Hydward always tries to use the temperature to cheer up his players: "Your injury is just inflammation, since it can suddenly turn sharply, then it can also suddenly get better, don't worry, Ike has been busy all afternoon for your business, tomorrow is trying something else, now change to a comfortable position, relax, don't rub your back repeatedly, try to sleep by all means, it will soon pass." ”

Margery turned off the TV and went to the guest bedroom, not with his girlfriend, he lay on the bed and frowned for a while, not feeling any better. I got up, poured a glass of water, drank it all, and sent a text message: "I did three hours of physiotherapy today, went to the spa pool, and rested seriously, used anti-inflammatory drugs, ibuprofen, and Valium, and it was still so bad that it didn't work, boss, I didn't have any confidence at all, I didn't want to miss the game the day after tomorrow, it was a terrible nightmare (crying)." ”

It was 15 minutes past one o'clock, and his face was as painful as his text messages.

There was no response from Ward's head for a long time, until Margery put down his phone, and saw this sentence: "Boy, whenever you feel difficult and want to give up, think about your father, how long did his son hold on before he couldn't learn to walk and gave up." ”

He fell silent, and after a few seconds, Margery pulled his headphones out of the drawer, tuned them to a late-night lullaby, and forced himself to sleep with his discomfort.

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Seven hours later, in the early morning, another text message came from Hydward: "How does it feel? ”

"Not good, but slept for four hours (smiles)"

The two men then met at 9 p.m. at Pons' training ground, and Hydward took him to the team doctor's physiotherapy room 15 minutes early. Ike improved his physiotherapy by finding a brace to prop his back up, then giving Margery an anti-inflammatory treatment all over his body, and in the afternoon, before entering the spa pool, he finally made some improvements.

For another three hours, Ike gave a briefing to Hydward, saying that the situation was better than expected, but that it would be necessary to see how well he performed in training before making further decisions.

Ike was well aware of the players' appetite for the game, and Magri took part in a half-hour light training session in the afternoon, and he accompanied him throughout the whole process, returning to the spa pool as soon as it was over.

Margery leaned against the edge of the pool, and the people from the remote medical team were whispering, he managed to move towards them, and then said in a pleading voice, "Ike... Roger...", he said, "can you help me get through tomorrow's fight?" ”

Icke was silent, and Assistant Roger was also a little silent, and Ike, who was wearing a black vest, squatted down and patted Margery on the shoulder, "Yes, we will find the best way." ”

Immediately after the two left, Roger was pulled out to talk, and Margery stretched in the pool to relieve his pain and wait for the decision of the team doctor.

If you allow your body to heal naturally, you can't afford to wait for such a time.

After about six or seven minutes, Ike crouched down beside him again, "Margery, we can stick a needle in the joint." ”

Roger knelt by the pool and began to detail the principles of joint injections, paralysis, and obstruction pain. The drug he uses is called cortisone, a hormone that relieves swelling, and he says the medical team can get him an injection.

Margery probably has a little bit in his heart, this plan may fail, and there will be sequelae if it succeeds, but he doesn't care, it wants to play at such a critical time, for any reason, Portsmouth has 50,000 fans, he has 5 reasons to play, 100,000, there are 100,000 reasons.

"Okay, Ike, please do it for me," he said.