Patrick got up from the bench and walked over to his teammates on the field, hugging them with fists or shaking hands and bumping shoulders. He found that he missed the league more than he thought. It's like riding a roller coaster. Oh, and he's got a roller coaster, and bungee jumping, and skydiving. This adrenaline-pumping sensation, like ...... Sexuality/high/tide. Unfortunately, he didn't play in this game. However, it also made him even more eager for the next match.

When Patrick walked up to Phil, the man who scored the goal of the game, he reached out and said with a smile, "Amazing, mate!" love yoal and your celebration" (amazing, man, love your goal and your celebrations. ）

Phil's grasp of that hand was a subconscious move, but what Patrick said made him a little ...... A little overwhelmed, as well, a little uncomfortable. The uncomfortable feeling is very similar to how Patrick said on the training ground two weeks ago that No. 7 was his. Phil said thank you awkwardly. Patrick's shoulder had already slammed into him, and Phil leaned forward as well, repeating his thanks. Patrick walked past him, and Phil looked back, and he walked over to Hans and Ian.

Phil turned his head, and a short man rushed over and hugged him violently, almost knocking him down, and half of the F-ORD in his mouth was already spit out, only to realize that it was the head coach, and he could only swallow the second half of the tone hard. She looked ridiculous in an oversized club puffer jacket. Phil had already thought about it, and he glanced to the sidelines during the game, and when he saw her appearance, he laughed at her in his heart for half a second. It was only half a second, and the whole stoppage time was tense, and his concentration was very focused.

"Well done, Phil, well done. The boss praised him and let him go.

In less than a minute, Phil said thank you for the third time. He wanted to say a few words to her, but she, like Patrick, immediately walked off to the other players. He didn't stop her, and silently said in his heart, "Boss, you look like a stupid she-bear." He was glad he hadn't said it, if he had said it...... It's better for him not to think about it. As he walked on, every teammate, every coach, and even A-Bomb (that's Phil's nickname for Alice, Alice's name and Atomib □□ combined, meaning that Alice has a hot personality and body) came up to him and told him that you did a great job. Phil hugged the team doctor and looked up at the Manchester sky. Still gloomy. But his mood at the moment was the opposite of the weather. It's not the first time he's enjoyed this kind of "superhero saves the world" treatment, but it's a addictive feeling.

Suddenly, it's raining in Manchester. After so long, the rain finally fell.

Patrick walked to the away fan zone with Ian and Hans, and like a few years ago, they would always walk together to the away fan zone after the away game to thank the fans. Of course, there are many other teammates. And, the head coach is also going this way.

Hans had gloves in his hands and had even reached the away fan zone with his hands above his head and clapping at the fans.

As we all know, as a goalkeeper of a strong team, the vast majority of games in a season are relatively "leisurely", and in some games, you don't even have to make a single save. It's like being a fan of a strong team, and you can count on one hand the number of times you go to your home stadium and see you lose at home.

But in this game, Hans was tired, really tired. The fact is that people are more likely to feel fatigued after a high level of concentration.

The heroes of this game QPR are not only Phil Warren, but also Hans Bachmeier.

Hans looked at the blue-white and the rain hit his face, but his eyesight and vision have always been good, which is also a quality that a goalkeeper should have. Before he came to this club, the small club in west London, known simply as QPR, was nothing more than Christine Lue and Patrick Amber to him. Other than that, he didn't know anything about the team. In the past few years, every summer, Raiola would ask him if he wanted to leave England or change to an English club. The newspapers also always say that Bayern are interested, Real Madrid is also interested, and so on. But oddly enough, he didn't want to leave. Even after she left, he didn't want to leave.

He didn't feel it was a loyalty.

Loyalty in modern football is fundamentally based on the mutual benefit of the player and the club. To be honest, if QPR was just a mid-table team in the Premier League and couldn't even play in the Europa League, Hans would have left a long time ago. What's more, he is a German, and he has not been a fan of this team since he was a child.

His affection for this team is more like an attachment, a kind of persistence. Perhaps, too, fate.

And whatever the situation may have been, now, when Hans looks at the blue-white, the color of the sky when West London is clear, his blood boils. He's not going to tell people that, he's just going to lift his square chin and throw his gloves at the fans.

"If you lose a pair every game, we can go bankrupt. Although I must admit that your hand toss have always been great. ”

The goalkeeper's gloves fell into the hands of a little red-haired boy whose smile was like a Christmas present.

Hans didn't have to look back to know who was talking, and not only because of her voice. She's such a funny person, it's hard to imagine being bored with this person. But he is not her fate. The man next to him with the tattoo of the Queen of Spades on his left arm is the one who has it.

"How about deducting from my weekly salary?" Hans didn't turn around, the manager had already walked to his side, and she also raised her hands above her head, thanking the fans.

"Forget it, I'm afraid the fans will call me a miser. She patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you, Hans, your performance saved the team. ”

Hans was disrespectful and raised his chin, "Thank you, boss." ”

On the other side, Benjamin was looking in that direction when he suddenly hit him on the shoulder, it was Henk. Benjamin looked at the Dutchman suspiciously. The Dutchman laughed and whispered, "Everyone knows that Hans loves the boss." Do you think Phil talks about ass all day long just joking?" Benjamin raised his eyebrows, he wasn't surprised, he just wasn't very inclined to talk about the manager's ass, so he smiled politely at Henk.

At that moment, Jacob jumped from behind Benjamin onto his back. Benjamin was taken aback, and he could only carry this big man from the North East of England for the time being. Jacob lay on his back and said, "I made a bet with Henk that any two of Pat, Hans, and Phil would have a problem sooner or later - of course we don't fucking want that to happen." Benjamin dropped the heavy guy on his back, he had seen Pat go and talk to Phil, the two men had been "cold war" for a while because of the number, but now it seemed that there was no problem.

"Lemar looks like he's going to go. Genk glanced over to the players' tunnel, where both men had already entered. But Sadio told me he would stay. ”

Jacob hurriedly continued, "Brill will also stay, but Phil is playing so well now, Leon will return soon, and the Swiss seem to be under pressure." ”

They are always quick to change the subject. Benjamin thought.

Thorin joined them, and he walked to the middle and said secretly in his weird European accent: "Thankfully we got this game, I'm really afraid of this draw, if two rounds and two points, with the boss's temper...... Oh Benjamin, you probably don't know, she looks skinny, she's very strong, and the next time she's wearing shorts or a skirt, you remember to look at her thigh muscles......" The Romanian became more and more energetic, and the exaggerated expression on his face seemed like the head coach would do some kind of magical Chinese kung fu.

Henk and Jacob looked at each other and laughed. "I'm going to tell Phil this, Thorin, you're going to peek at your thighs in Phil's mouth in the future. As he spoke, Henk rushed up and grabbed Thorin on the head, who cursed, and the two of them ran together towards the players' tunnel.

Naturally, Jacob put his arm on Benjamin's shoulder. Benjamin's brow furrowed slightly, and he probably didn't like too much physical contact as much as most players. When he was at Fulham, he once expressed this meaning directly to a teammate, who knew that the teammate conveyed his meaning to the whole team, and since then few people have hugged him, maybe except when he scores or assists, no matter how much they don't like each other at that time, they will forget it completely. Benjamin was used to the hands on his shoulders, and he wouldn't do anything like that again. And, actually, he and Jacob sometimes have to compete for a position, and Jacob is so careless, he Benjamin can't be too a jerk.

It was a hard-fought victory, and Benjamin wiped the rain from the back of his neck, feeling like he had never been so close to a team.

The rain in Manchester was getting heavier and heavier, and the people walking on the pitch were running towards the players' tunnel.

Patrick came to an abrupt stop as he ran to the players' tunnel. The reason he stopped was because it occurred to him that Tina said that Nicolas Flores likes to push himself to the edge of a cliff and then kick his opponent off the edge of a cliff.

The Spaniard's way of seeking thrills is that if this is Nicholas's All In, even though that is not all in Patrick's eyes, the Englishman's All In may be very different from him.

He doesn't have to be in control at all, he's just all in, he's going to win, he's always going to.

Even if he didn't, he knew he would.

feel the fear andit anyay

"Pat! Locker room!" the boss urged in front.

Patrick replied, "Here we are." He said and ran over.

****

Friday, August 27. The live signal from the Grimaldi Convention Centre in Monaco arrived. In the cafeteria at Harrington's training base, all eyes were on the screen.

It's not a particularly good sign, but it's not bad either.

Lu Ling sighed. 'We're going to play Jose Mourinho again. She said to Tim, "His luxurious Paris." ”

QPR is a team in Pot 2 and is in the same group as Ligue 1 champions Paris Saint-Germain. In addition, Napoli in Serie A and Greek side Olympiacos are also in this group.

"It's not bad. Tim tilted his head. "Tomorrow's league game will be no less difficult than against Paris. ”

Lu Ling glanced at the screen.

Paris Saint-Germain QPR Napoli Olympiacos

b Bayern Inter Milan PSV Eindhoven Shakhtar Donetsk

c Ajax Arsenal CSKA Moscow Celtic

d Juventus, Barcelona, Bayer Leverkusen, Dynamo Kyiv

e Real Madrid Manchester United Leipzig RB Bucharest Star

FAC Milan, Moscow, Sparta, Monaco, Basel

g Porto, Dortmund, Valencia, Anderlecht

h Chelsea, Atletico Madrid, Benfica, Fenerbahce

Her gaze stopped at Group F.

Defending champions AC Milan led by 35-year-old coach Massimo Romano are in a group with Spartak Moscow, Monaco and Basel, which is undoubtedly a good signing. Lu Ling said thoughtfully, "That Italian, I mean Massimo ......"

Tim had a smile on his face, if Christine were to mention the Italian now, he wouldn't think of anyone else, only the AC Milan manager. He interrupted her, "They call him 'Young Italian Tactician,' but obviously not as young as you, no one has. ”

Lu Ling's gaze moved away from the screen and fell on Benjamin Hamilton. Benjamin's Spanish was good, she had heard it in the locker room, and her pronunciation was perhaps more standard than she was. At the moment, Benjamin and Patrick were chatting with Marcelo, who was at the same table. She guessed Benjamin was asking some things about Pate and Marcelo in the Champions League. At the same time, she was listening to the TA and hearing his "flattery", she smiled and said, "Thank you, Tim." Even though I know this, I've always had people in my ear emphasize that I'm so young and nice. ”

She said that reminded Tim of the time they had first met many years ago. He had the mentality of courting her at that time, and with the fact that he was both of Latin descent and an English gentleman, he knew too well how to please a woman with words. But her reaction is different from that of many girls, she just says "thank you" as a matter of course, and the point is that her expression seems to tell you that if you don't think so, you must be a idiot. Of course, she's also polite, at least not to make you feel uncomfortable.

Yes, as those who know her well know, she is narcissistic.

Tim thought that he would be attracted to such a girl in his twenties, and after he was thirty, he felt that it might be exhausting to live with such a girl for a long time. Still, it's nice to be friends.

'It's probably too early to talk about it, but Christine, you know we're going to run into AC Milan and you've got three years to break the record for the youngest manager to win the Champions League...... By the way, are you going to the Coaching Summit this year?"

Lu Ling's gaze returned to the screen. Someone pressed the timeout and probably wanted to see how the other teams were doing. She just hadn't seen it all, so she read it again.

The other three in the Premier League, Arsenal have good signings, and Chelsea have been drawn in the same group as Atletico Madrid, but qualifying from the group should not be a problem. As for Manchester United...... They drew Leipzig and Bucharest stars, as well as the biggest favourites for the title, Real Madrid.

Although Real Madrid were knocked out by rising AC Milan last year, Nick still has a luxurious attacking team of Kylian Mbappe, Vinicius Jr. and Gabriel Jesus, and with world-class defenders such as Rojas, Donny van der Bergh and Yu Zixiang, the team is always the favourite. Not to mention that there is also a super-goalkeeper rising in their academy this year, who seems to be called Matteo Diaz......

Lu Ling has to admit that Real Madrid look better than any team. The Italian may have been outstanding in the game they were eliminated by Milan last season, but the absence of Rojas and Zixiang in the first leg and the absence of Mbappe in the second leg are factors that cannot be ignored.

"Go. I've got my assistant added to the schedule. Lu Ling said and turned his head to the assistant teacher, "Maybe I'll run into that Italian." ”

Tim felt that although the head coach was relaxed, he was actually a little heavy-minded. He also looked at the grouping on the big screen and said firmly, "We're different this year, Christine." ”

"Of course. Lu Ling glanced ahead, and she looked at the back of the golden head. She said, "We have my ......."

Tim couldn't help but pat her arm like a good guy, "At least that, you really haven't changed at all." ”

"I'm not done. Lu Ling smiled, she knew what Tim meant. 'We've got me, a new you, and a new first team. ”

Tim froze for two seconds, and for two seconds he stared into her eyes. There are so many things that black can hide. She seemed to have something to say. He noticed that she was also looking for him, so he looked away and said, "Tomorrow's game, that seventeen-year-old kid will probably start." ”

"I guess Marco Silva thinks the same way. She said, turning around. Walk outside the restaurant.

Pierre Rongke, came on as a substitute for 30 minutes in the last round of the Premier League. Everton finally beat Manchester United 3-2 at home, winning two consecutive wins in the opening game, which can be said to be in high form. Moreover, Everton are out of the Europa League qualifiers, and this team can focus on the Premier League this season.

Tim said behind her: "The bad news is that we don't have to worry about Jong Kai, the good news is that we have players who are going to start. 166 Reading Network