Almighty Coach

The staff member looked at the registration form, and he was at a loss. He had never encountered such a situation. The personal best competition written on this registration form turned out to be a disabled track and field elite race!

"Disabled Athletics Classic? What kind of competition is this?" The staff thought of this, looked up at Philip, and pointed to the position on the registration form that said "Tran Disabled Athletics Classic" and asked. : "Are you filling in wrong here."

Philip lowered his head to confirm, and said, "Yes.

"Is the disabled person able to participate in this competition?" The staff confirmed.

"Yes, only disabled people can participate." Philip replied.

"Then you are a disabled person?" The staff asked tentatively.

"Yes, I am a disabled person. I lost my feet and walked on a prosthetic limb." Philip replied honestly.

"You don't have feet?" Although the staff knew that it was very impolite, they looked down at Philip's feet, and then he looked at the registration form again.

"Barron Philip, I lost my feet. I remembered, and I remembered who he was!" The staff member raised his head violently and said in surprise: "You are the Blade Warrior in Los Angeles!"

"I have such a nickname." Philip replied.

"It's really you!" After the staff confirmed Philip's identity, the surprised look on his face became more and more obvious. He asked: "Are you here to register? Are you sure you want to participate? This can be Not a competition for the disabled! "

"I know that this is a selection event for the World Championships in Athletics, so I need parameters." Philip said solemnly.

"Crazy! It's crazy!" The staff murmured.

"Why? Is there anything wrong with my registration?" Philip asked.

"This, I don't know, I really don't know. I've never encountered this kind of thing. Sorry, Mr. Philip, regarding your registration, I'm going to look down on my superior!" The staff finished and picked up Philip's registration form went outside, and he kept mumbling: "Crazy, this world is so crazy!"

...

The match officer Lopez looked at the registration form, and his expression was very exaggerated.

"Athletes with disabilities? What does that mean, do we think of us as a Paralympic Games!" Lopez snorted and dropped the registration form, then said: "This is a mess, pure blind mess!"

"Mr. Lopez, are we going to accept his registration?" The staff asked.

"What are you kidding, we are the world championships, the highest level of track and field games in the United States. Do you want to turn this competition into a Paralympic Games? Do you want the strongest American athletes to let those ' "Flying man ', competing with a disabled person?" Lopez continued firmly: "Reject his registration!"

"Okay, sir, but why should we reject him?" The staff member asked subconsciously.

Lopez said contemptuously: "For whatever reason, it doesn't matter, we are the organizers of the competition, we have the right to refuse any athlete to participate in the competition!"

...

"Mr. Philip, I am very sorry, you cannot participate in our competition." The staff returned the registration form to Philip.

"Why?" Philip took over the registration form and then asked: "Where did I fill in the criteria? I can modify it now."

"It's not a question of filling in the registration form, it's that you don't meet our registration requirements." The staff member said coldly.

"Where do I not meet? My score has met the minimum requirements to register for the Qualifying Tournament! Or do you have any doubts about the authenticity of my score? In this regard, you can verify that my score is absolutely true." Philip said.

"It's not a question of achievement." The staff shook his head.

"Why is that? Is it because I am a disabled person? But your entry rules do not say that disabled people can't sign up!" Philip looked a little annoyed.

The staff did not answer positively, and he was afraid of saying the wrong thing, so he simply said: "Mr. Philip, you do not meet our registration requirements. It is decided by our tournament organizing committee. If you think there is a problem, you can ask The Organizing Committee appeals! "

Philip shook his head disdainfully. He picked up the registration form and turned to walk out.

In the cafe not far away, Li Dai saw the ill-looking Philip coming to the cafe across the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Philip walked into the cafe and sat down opposite Li Dai, angrily snapped the registration form on the table, and said angrily: "They really rejected my registration!"

"Is it because you are disabled?" Li Dai asked calmly.

"They didn't say it clearly." Philip took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"It doesn't matter if it's clear or not, as long as they don't allow you to sign up, then we should let Steven do the work. Having said that, Steven's agent is also very responsible." Li Dai said, taking out his phone, While lowering his head to find Steven ’s number, he went on to say: "I called Steven and asked him to contact the media and the disability protection agency. You can also go to Twitter to post a tweet. I believe you Those supporters will be informed of the unfair treatment you have encountered. "

...

"Hey, Marshall, I'm Steven. Are you okay recently ... You should have heard of the name of" Blade Philip "Barron-Philippe? Right, the disabled athlete who lost his legs. Here I am There is a news related to him, you will be interested! He intends to participate in the competition of normal people! Yes, a disabled person, to participate in the competition of normal people! "

"Why? Is n’t this news shocking enough? Marshall, do n’t worry, let me finish. Philip is indeed going to participate in the competition of normal people, and he also reached the expression of the competition, but he was rejected by the organizer. ! "

"Of course, it's because he is a disabled person! No, no, there are no restrictions on the parameters of disabled people in the rules of the competition. Is it ironic that a disabled person tries to be the same as a normal person, but is unjustly Treat. So, Marshall, Philip needs you, and we need you, a journalist full of justice ... "

Steven ended the call with the reporter and dialed a call from a disabled person protection organization.

"Mr. Powell, hello, I am Steven, the agent for the disabled athlete Barron Philippe, yes, that is the 'blade warrior', you know him, which makes me feel very honored! It is so, We need your help ... "

"Mr. Dimon, I am absolutely true. The organizer really rejected Philip ’s participation. This is discriminating against the disabled! We need someone like you who has a sense of controversy. And if you are willing to help us, it ’s also true of you. Helpful, as far as I know, one-fifth of your constituency is disabled, and they will definitely vote for candidates who are willing to help disabled people ... "

After a series of dozens of calls, Steven finally took a breath.

"Let's hurry up, the bigger the trouble, the better. The best people in the world know that, in that case, there may be more advertising endorsements!"

...

Two college students at California State University are walking towards the classroom.

"The stadium is so lively, there are a lot of people gathered there." One said.

"I heard that there is a competition, it is a qualifier of the World Championships in Athletics, and I heard that there are many big-name athletes coming to participate." Another said.

"No wonder, there will be so many people gathered there, you see, they seem to be holding up slogans to support the athletes?"

"Huh? It's really holding a slogan. I remember the game will start tomorrow. What's the matter? The team came today. Whose supporter is this so enthusiastic? I don't know if there is a group protesting. ! "

"Protest? Really, it's really like a protest ... Wait, look carefully, they are protesting!"

This protest is relatively easy to distinguish from fans chasing the stars. When they looked closely, they identified a group of protest groups gathered in front of the stadium ~ www.readwn.com ~ Go, let's go and see what they are protesting! "The two said, approaching the protesting crowd.

When the two men walked closer, they found that many of the protesting people were disabled.

"Protest against discrimination by the disabled!"

"Disabled people should not be treated unfairly!"

"Protect the rights of disabled people!"

One eye-catching slogan came into their eyes.

...

A large group of disabled people in crutches on crutches held a sign to protest. It is indeed a very striking thing. Disabled people are vulnerable groups everywhere, leaving half of their arms and half of their legs dry. Outside, even if nothing is done, it can attract a lot of sympathy.

Next to the window, Lopez opened the gap between the blinds and looked out at the protesting crowd.

"How did it happen? I rejected the" Blade Warrior "in the morning. Someone protested this afternoon. This must have been premeditated!" Lopez was already in a very bad mood.

Suddenly, Lopez saw a few people carrying a camera with a microphone in the crowd.

"It's a reporter! Just under half an hour after the protesting talent came, how did the reporter come, and when did the movement of this group of reporters become so fast! With reporters intervening, this is not easy to handle."

Lopez was thinking about it, but saw a black car coming from a distance, then stopped near the crowd, and a blonde man stepped off the car.

"That man is Damon, the Republican party worker! He seems to be planning for a city councillor. Why is he here ... bad!" Lopez suddenly realized something.

"I seem to have been given the routine by that 'blade warrior'!" Lopez murmured.

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