Almighty Coach

The staff member looked at the registration form, looking at a loss. He had never encountered such a situation. The personal best competition written on the registration form turned out to be the Disabled Track and Field Classic!

"Disabled Athletics Classic? What kind of competition is this?" Thinking of this, the staff member raised his head to look at Philip, then pointed to the place where "Tran Disabled Athletics Classic" was written on the registration form, and asked : "Did you make a mistake here?"

Philip bowed his head for confirmation, and said, "That's right."

"Is this competition only accessible to disabled people?" The staff then confirmed.

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

"Then you are disabled?" the staff asked tentatively.

"Yes, I'm disabled. I lost my feet and walked with artificial limbs." Philip replied honestly.

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

"Barron Phillips, lost his feet, I remembered, I remembered who he is!" The staff member suddenly raised his head, and said with a look of surprise, "You are the Blade Warrior in Los Angeles!"

"I have such a nickname," replied Philip.

"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 sign up? Are you sure you want to participate? Not a disabled game!"

"I know, this is the selection of the World Athletics Championships, so I want the parameters." Philip said solemnly.

"Crazy! It's crazy!" the staff member murmured.

"What? Is there any problem with my registration?" Philip asked.

"Well, I don't know, I really don't know, I have never encountered such a thing. Sorry, Mr. Philip, regarding your registration, I am going to despise my superior!" After the staff finished speaking, they picked up the Philip's registration form walked outside, and he couldn't stop muttering: "Crazy, this world is so crazy!"

...

The organizer of the tournament, Lopez, looked at the registration form with an exaggerated expression.

"Disabled athletes? What does this mean? Do you think we are here as a Paralympic Games!" Lopez snorted coldly, put down the registration form, and continued: "This is trouble, pure trouble!"

"Mr. Lopez, do we want to accept his application?" the staff asked.

"Are you kidding? This is the World Championships trials, the highest-level track and field event in the United States. Are you going to turn this event into a Paralympics? Are you going to let the strongest athletes in the United States, let those' Flying man, compete with a disabled person?" Lopez continued firmly: "Reject his application!"

"Okay, sir, but why should we refuse him?" the staff asked subconsciously.

Lopez pouted contemptuously: "It doesn't matter for any reason, we are the organizer of the competition, and we have the right to refuse any athlete to participate in the competition!"

...

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

"Why?" Philip took the registration form, and then asked: "Is there something I filled out that didn't meet the standards? I can modify it now."

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

"Where am I not qualified? My grades have already met the minimum requirements for registering for the qualifying competition! Or do you have doubts about the authenticity of my grades? You can check this, my grades are absolutely true." Philip spoke.

"It's not about grades either." The staff member shook his head.

"Then why? Could it be because I'm a disabled person? But your competition rules don't say that disabled people can't sign up!" Philip seemed a little annoyed.

The staff didn't answer directly, and he was afraid of being blamed for saying something wrong, so he simply said: "Mr. Philip, you don't meet our registration requirements. It was decided by our event organizing committee. If you think there is a problem, you can ask The competition organizing committee appeals!"

Philip shook his head disdainfully, picked up the registration form, turned and walked out.

In the coffee shop not far away, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Dai Li saw Philip walking towards the coffee shop with a sullen expression from a distance.

Philip walked into the coffee shop, sat down across from Dai Li, angrily slapped the registration form on the table, and said indignantly, "They really rejected my registration!"

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

"They didn't say it clearly." Philip took a deep breath and forced 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. After all, Steven, the manager, is also quite responsible." Dai Li said, took out his phone, While looking for Steven's number with his head down, he continued: "I'll call Steven and ask him to contact the media and the protection agency for the disabled. You should also go to Twitter and post a tweet. I believe you Your supporters will be the first to know about the unfair treatment you have encountered."

...

"Hey, Marshall, I'm Steven, how are you doing recently...'Blade Warrior' Barron Phillips, you should have heard of the name, right? Yes, it's the disabled athlete who lost his legs. I'm here There is a piece of news related to him, you will definitely be interested! He plans to participate in the competition of normal people! Yes, a disabled person wants to participate in the competition of normal people!"

"What? Isn't this news shocking enough? Marshall, don't worry, listen to me. Philip is indeed going to participate in a normal competition, and he has also reached the competition expression, but he was rejected by the organizer. !"

"Of course, it's because he is a disabled person! No, no, no, there are no restrictions on disabled parameters in the competition rules. Isn't it ironic that a disabled person tries hard to be like a normal person, but he is unfairly treated Treat. So, Marshall, Philip needs you, we need a reporter like you with a sense of justice..."

Steven ended his call with the reporter and called another disability protection organization.

"Mr. Powell, hello, I'm Steven, I'm the manager of the disabled athlete Barron Phillips, yes, that's the 'Blade Warrior', I feel very honored that you know him! That's it, We need your help..."

"Mr. Damon, what I said is absolutely true. The organizers really rejected Philip's entry. This is discriminating against people with disabilities! We need help from people with a sense of controversy like you. And if you are willing to help us, it is also for you Helpful, as far as I know, in your constituency, one in five people with a disability will definitely vote for a candidate who is willing to help people with disabilities...”

After a series of more than a dozen phone calls, Steven finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Hurry up and make a fuss. The bigger the fuss, the better. It's best if the whole world knows about it. In that case, there may be a lot of advertising endorsements!"

...

Two college students at Cal State University are walking in the direction of the classroom.

"The stadium is so lively, there are many people gathered there." One person said.

"I heard that there is a competition. It is the qualifier for the World Athletics Championships. I heard that many famous athletes have come to participate." Another person said.

"No wonder, there are so many people gathered there, you see, they seem to be holding signs, are they here to support the athletes?"

"Huh? They are really holding signs. I remember that the game will start tomorrow. Why are the cheerleaders here today? Whose supporters are these? They are so enthusiastic. Those who don't know think there are some groups protesting." !"

"Protest? It really looks like it, it really looks like a protest... Wait, look carefully, they are protesting!"

It is relatively easy to distinguish between this protest and fans chasing stars. After a closer look, the two of them can tell that a group of protest groups gathered in front of the stadium.

"Go, go over and see what they are protesting!" The two said, approaching the protesting crowd.

The two walked up to take a closer look, only to find that many of the protesting crowd were disabled.

"Protest Discrimination Against Disability!"

"Disabled people should not be treated unfairly!"

"Protect the Rights and Interests of the Disabled!"

Eye-catching slogans came into the eyes of the two of them.

...

A large group of disabled people with crutches and wheelchairs holding up signs to protest is indeed a very eye-catching thing. Disabled people are vulnerable groups everywhere, leaving half of their arms and legs to dry Outside, even if you don't have to do anything, you can attract a lot of sympathetic eyes.

Beside the window, Lopez opened the shutters a slit and looked out at the crowd of protesters.

"What's the matter? I rejected that 'Blade Warrior' to participate in the competition in the morning, and someone came to protest this afternoon. This must have been premeditated!" Lopez was already in a very bad mood at this time.

Suddenly, Lopez saw several people with cameras and microphones appear in the crowd.

"It's a reporter! The protesters have only been here for less than half an hour. Why did the reporters come here? When did this group of reporters move so fast! With reporters intervening, it's hard to handle now."

Lopez was thinking about it, but saw a black car approaching from a distance, then stopped near the crowd, and a blond man stepped out of the car.

"That man is Damon, a Republican party worker! He seems to be planning to run for city council, but why did he come here... Oops!" Lopez suddenly realized something.

"I seem to have been tricked by that 'Blade Warrior'!" Lopez muttered to himself.