What's your love for football?

Seven years ago, I was a freshman. After playing a hearty game, we entered the final. After everyone celebrated, I found my right knee hurt a little. Those who have kicked the ball have no pain and itching, so they immediately ignore it. After half a month, the pain intensified, and a person went to a small hospital to make a film; The doctor said that I have a bulge in my knee, and the key is to have a blood flow signal. I am not very optimistic. I was advised to go to a big hospital. I was a little worried at first. The next day, I asked for leave and went to the largest local hospital. After a series of tests, the doctor said that I was hospitalized, and the biopsy confirmed whether it was malignant ... I wanted to talk about it after the final, but then my mother came over and promised to have an operation immediately. I thought I couldn't take part in the competition. I was depressed all day. On the operating table, I vaguely heard that the doctor had been waiting for the results of the section to decide whether it was necessary to enlarge and remove some soft tissue and muscle lesions, but the results did not come out. The doctor later decided to sew the knife edge first. After the operation, the first thing I did when I woke up was to ask the doctor if it would affect my future exercise. The doctor laughed at me and I was still thinking. My mother touched my forehead and said, it won't affect me. It's just a small incision.

In the following days, my mother stayed with me and my friends often came to see me. People never visit any patients, but they come to me with boxed milk, which makes my milk pile up into hills and go bad after drinking it. Hey! These boys! In fact, the hospital still has some doubts about my illness, saying it is probably benign, but it needs consultation. On the day of the consultation, the final was in the evening, and I finally got up. In the afternoon, I slipped out quietly and got into the car to watch the players prepare for the final training and cheer them on. When they saw me dragging my injured leg, they were all encouraged and said that they should go all out in the game at night, or they would drink all the milk. We laughed happily and brought me the purity of football. In the evening, I sneaked back to the ward. The patient in the ward said that my mother was called away by the doctor this afternoon and hasn't come back yet. I have been waiting for my mother in the hospital bed. At nine o'clock in the evening, my mother came back. Although I am smiling, I know her too well. I knew at a glance that she was actually crying outside for a long time. I can realize that my illness is not that simple. "Mom, I am mentally prepared. Tell me what it is. " "Nothing, it is benign, but it is more difficult to treat." "I don't believe it!"

At that moment, I already knew that my illness was a malignant tumor, and my mother's tears were dripping down. Seeing my mother crying, I couldn't help but shed tears. I was completely empty, and the only thought that flashed through my mind was, "I didn't have time to repay my parents. Why should I give them so much trouble?" The captain calls me from time to time and I pick it up. They shouted excitedly at the other end: fish, we. Have fun! We don't have to drink milk ... ""Happy! I knew we could! "At that moment, I was sad and happy! I can't describe that feeling. No one recorded the expression of crying and laughing at that moment for me. I only come once in my life. After dragging my legs all night, I set foot on the sleeper to Beijing with my mother. I have a heavy heart and can't sleep at night. My mother hid her face from me and sobbed. I looked at the lonely lamp sliding outside the window and kept thinking about two things: I'm going to give my mother trouble again, maybe I can't play football anymore, and my face is full of tears!