The rain fell all night and finally stopped in the early morning. The whole city was filled with a moist, warm air from the ocean. Though it was late autumn, Liverpool, close to the Atlantic Ocean, still didn't have the feel of winter.

People going to work in the morning still carried umbrellas, not knowing when it would rain again.

The British Isles at this time of year were in the rainy season, and it was normal for it to rain all day long.

The people who lived here were clearly used to this kind of weather. Only newcomers would be surprised and complain about Liverpool's weather.

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The office was buzzing with enthusiastic discussions about yesterday's city derby before Givin. Dougal entered, but when he appeared, all the discussions ceased.

Everyone was even afraid to look at him.

He was the most senior person in this office, and also a die-hard Everton fan. The *Liverpool Echo*, where he worked, was predominantly filled with Liverpool fans. Take the "Civic Services" section as an example; he was the only Everton fan in this office.

Dougal didn't seem to notice the change in his colleagues. He greeted everyone calmly, took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack, and sat down at his computer.

He was an editor for the "Civic Services" section of the *Liverpool Echo*.

Every day, they received many letters, emails, and phone calls from citizens who wanted to publish various announcements and messages in the newspaper. For example, lost and found notices, missing person notices, declarations, announcements…

Givin. Dougal was specifically responsible for handling these requests. Not just any request would be published in the newspaper; they needed to be screened.

And there was a fee for it. The newspaper wasn't a charity.

Dougal's composure wasn't because he really didn't hear the others' discussions, but because he was used to it.

Over three years, he had learned to calmly accept losing the city derby. Everton couldn't really gain an advantage against Liverpool now. Once he understood this, there was nothing to be indignant about. Liverpool was stronger, and that was the natural result.

Though he was actually very pained inside.

The best way to forget the pain of defeat was to work.

Without looking at today's news, he turned on his computer and buried himself in his work.

Dougal's arrival also signaled the end of the discussions about last night's game in the office.

Dougal was the most senior person in the office. Aside from the rivalry between the two teams, Dougal was a good person, and very enthusiastic—perhaps a necessary quality for someone in charge of the "Civic Services" section.

A warm-hearted and good person naturally had good relationships with everyone in the office. So everyone was very sensible and wouldn't discuss Liverpool's games in front of him, especially after the city derby.

Just as Dougal started working, an elderly man came in through the door. He looked dejected as he entered, and then walked straight to the table closest to the door, saying to the newspaper employee sitting behind the table, "I want to place a lost and found ad…"

The young man behind the table nodded and began to pull out paper and pen to take notes. "Okay, sir. What is it that you need to find?"

Unexpectedly, this simple question agitated the old man. His emotions suddenly became excited, his face flushed, and once he started talking, he couldn't stop, rambling on and on while waving his arms.

"It's, it's a ticket… it's a ticket! It's a ticket! I lost it… I don't know when, where I lost it, but when I got home, I realized… I can't find it anywhere, I can't find it… that ticket is very important to me! Very important! We were very sad to lose it… I didn't even sleep well last night… I came here early this morning, hoping I could get your help… I… I…"

The young man frowned, still unable to understand what the old man was saying. He only knew that the old man had lost a ticket, but was just a ticket really that important? Of course, he knew that there was a Liverpool city derby last night, which was the focus of local media today.

Even if it was the focus, the tickets for this game weren't anything rare and didn't have any commemorative significance.

He didn't understand why the old man valued this ticket so much?

He knew that many people had already torn up their tickets in frustration during the game.

Could this old man be a Liverpool fan?

There was no need for that either, Liverpool hadn't lost to Everton in four seasons. What special meaning could this ticket have?

The old man was still talking endlessly, gesticulating, but still incoherently.

His voice was also gradually getting louder.

Soon he attracted the attention of the entire office.

Dougal was also disturbed and couldn't continue working. He stood up and leaned out to look at the door. "Heath, what's going on over there?"

The young man called "Heath" pointed at the old man and said to Dougal, "Uh, Mr. Dougal. This old man said he lost a ticket and wants to place a lost and found ad…"

As he said this, Heath's expression was strange. He thought the old man should be a Liverpool fan. He didn't know what would happen when Mr. Dougal found out his identity at this sensitive moment…

But Dougal went directly around his seat, walked to the old man, and first reached out to pat him on the shoulder to reassure him.

Then he led the old man out of the office. Outside the office was a small lounge for citizens who came to conduct business. There was a row of sofas and a coffee table, and a few chairs.

Dougal had the old man sit on the sofa, and he moved a chair to sit opposite the old man.

With a kind smile on his face, he first calmed the old man's emotions. "Don't worry, sir. You can tell me slowly what's going on."

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In the office, behind closed doors, everyone was praising Dougal's enthusiasm.

"Mr. Dougal is always so enthusiastic…"

"Such a good person! Such a good person! Why does he have to be an Everton fan?"

"Shhh… be careful he doesn't hear you!"

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Dougal didn't know how his colleagues were evaluating him in the office. He was comforting the old Mr. Samuel. Mertz, who had lost his ticket.

He hadn't asked what specific ticket was lost, it wasn't important. What was important was to calm the loser's emotions first, so that he could reorganize his thoughts, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain clearly.

Under his constant reassurance, Mr. Mertz's emotions finally calmed down.

He was finally able to start telling Dougal in detail what happened yesterday.

"I went to see the Liverpool and Everton game last night…"

If Dougal's colleagues were on the scene, they would definitely be worried about Mertz's words. Aren't you provoking Mr. Dougal? If he gets angry and doesn't help you, what will you do!

But in reality, there was no change in Dougal's expression, as if the Everton and Liverpool game had nothing to do with him.

He just listened attentively as the old man continued to speak.

Actually, this Liverpool fan, Mr. Mertz, went to see the city derby between Everton and Liverpool at Goodison Park yesterday, and then lost one of his tickets. The ticket was very precious to him. He didn't know when he lost it. When he returned home, he realized that he didn't have the ticket on him. He immediately returned to Goodison Park and found the stadium manager, who hadn't left work yet, to ask about the whereabouts of the ticket.

But the stadium manager told him that no cleaner or anyone else had sent in the ticket he described.

Disappointed, he returned home, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. So early this morning, before dawn, he got up and ran to the newspaper office to place a lost and found ad, hoping that a kind person would pick it up and send it to him. He was willing to offer a generous reward!

Dougal patiently listened to the whole story, but he had a very strong question in his mind—he really couldn't figure out what kind of ticket could make this old man so concerned.

"Excuse me for asking, Mr. Mertz. Is that ticket really that important to you?"

Samuel. Mertz nodded excitedly and said, "Yes! Very, very, very important! Because that ticket is my son's memento!"

Hearing this, Dougal's expression became serious. Since it was a memento, it was something with commemorative significance, so it was natural that the old man valued it so much.

He pulled Mertz up and pushed open the office door.

"I'll help you post this lost and found ad."

He said.

"Thank you, Mr. Dougal, you are a really good person…" Mertz followed Dougal in, thanking him repeatedly.

Everyone saw that Dougal had taken over this matter, so they lowered their heads and did what they were supposed to do. To be honest, such things happened almost every day in their office, and everyone was used to it.

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Dougal led Mr. Mertz to his desk, motioned him to sit next to him, and opened his computer to record the matter.

As he typed on the keyboard, he asked, "We need to describe this ticket in detail, so Mr. Mertz, can you tell me what kind of ticket it is? For example, the color, size, and of course the most important thing is the specific content. Which game is it for? The time…"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Mr. Mertz say in a trembling voice, "It's, it's… April 15, 1989, the ticket for the Liverpool, Liverpool and Nottingham Forest game…"

The sound of typing stopped abruptly.

The entire office suddenly fell silent.

Mr. Dougal looked up at the old man, who had become agitated because of the memories being evoked.

His lips were trembling slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

Dougal lowered his head again and quickly typed on the keyboard.

The only sound in the entire office was the sound of him typing on the keyboard. No one said another word.

But the Liverpool fans' eyes toward Mertz were already different, and some people even felt dissatisfied with Mr. Dougal's actions for the first time—shouldn't a real Liverpool fan get up and hug Mr. Mertz at this time, to comfort him?

Sure enough, he's an Everton fan…

I say, your team lost to us, you don't have to take it out on him here, do you?

Just as they were slandering their boss in their hearts, and wanting to speak out to comfort Mertz, Dougal's keyboard tapping stopped again.

After recording this matter, he stood up and said to Mr. Mertz with a serious face, "Don't worry, Mr. Mertz. I promise I will find this ticket for you! Now, I'll take you to see Mr. Chris Bascombe."