Yu Zixiang counted while nodding his chin, "One, two, three......" Ross Barkley stood next to him, unsmiling. Ross knew what Zixiang was counting. Patrick, Benjamin, Jacob, Glenn, Phil. The QPR accounted for five.

"Haven't counted yet, what the hell are you ......" Rose knocked Zixiang on the shoulder. He wanted to make a stereotypical joke, but after all, he didn't say it. Although the relationship between the two is good enough, this one is sensitive after all.

"Don't rush, Rose, I'm bad at math, and my older brother, who works in investment banking, often says I'm an Asian shame. Yu Zixiang glanced at Rose, knowing that he didn't dare to say a joke about Asian and math in his stomach. He continued to tease himself, "Alright...... Five, I didn't count wrong, did I?"

Rose's mouth tightened, but her whole body trembled with laughter. Zixiang has always been an interesting person.

They warmed up and talked about Nicolas Flores again. In fact, Nicholas had a lot of odds with then-Everton captain Ross Barkley in his final season at Everton.

But more than a year later, when Rose mentions the Spaniard, all disgust is gone, and the first appreciation is gone. Distance and time can sometimes make the contradiction fade, but sometimes, of course, the opposite is true.

Rose knew that Zixiang had always admired Flores, but Zixiang was still a good buddy of Pat - he didn't know how Zixiang did it, anyway, he wasn't so clever and couldn't handle this. He's going to pick the side directly, and he's going to choose Pat. Fortunately, in the current situation, Zixiang does not need to choose a camp. Or, he never had to choose. Everyone is independent, and it's not in the second grade. But Ross was a little curious, if he had to choose, which side would Zixiang choose? Anyway, he knew that Zixiang didn't agree with the fact that Pat and Christine were together.

Patrick walked over to Yu Zixiang and Rose, who also had Benjamin by his side. Not far away, Phil and Jacob were also stretching shoulder-to-shoulder. Glenn was talking to Rashford.

Yu Zixiang looked at Benjamin. He didn't hate this rich boy, in fact, all his teammates on the national team didn't show disgust. Everyone has basic courtesy. Probably if it was a club, it would be a little different.

This is Benjamin's first national team selection, and unlike Phil, who was selected for the first time in September, he shows neither excitement nor much talk, even less than Glenn. He's always with Pat.

Last night, Zixiang dragged Patrick and asked, "Is he your buddy or your little henchman now?" Pat's expression at that moment, Yu Zixiang felt unpredictable. In the end, Pat said that Ben was neither his buddy, nor his henchman.

Of course, it can't be an accompaniment. Yu Zixiang was just joking. Benjamin has a very strange temperament, Zixiang can't say it, he seems to be pushing everyone away, and he seems to be getting acquainted with everyone. It probably has nothing to do with his origins, it's more like something in his personality.

Yu Zixiang didn't think much about it, played a DAB with Pat, and bumped his shoulder with Benjamin.

Benjamin then asked Yu Zixiang a strange question.

"Do you join you once in a while when your head coach is training?"

It is true that there are many non-managers who will add some training games to the players during training, such as grabbing the circle. But Mr. Flores is very little, very little. Yu Zixiang shook his head, the fact is that there is no one in Real Madrid. He also showed off his footwork a few times during QPR. Benjamin smiled and changed the subject.

Yu Zixiang later naturally asked Patrick why Benjamin cared about Nicholas. Pat said he didn't know. Yu Zixiang was a little displeased, he knew that Pat knew, and Pat didn't like to gossip. Yu Zixiang thought again that he might indeed be quite gossipy. The nickname of Captain Gossip suits me quite well. Thank God that Brother won't know this, otherwise he would have to say that he is an Asian disgrace.

****

"It seems that Ben has only played for ten minutes in the national team?" Lu Ling asked casually while moving his chess pieces in front of the tactical board.

"Eight minutes. Tim said, "I didn't play in the first game, I came off the bench in the second. Twenty-year-olds make their national team debuts and you can't expect much. Not everyone is Patrick. ”

'If I were in charge of England, I wouldn't just give a player like that eight minutes to play. Lu Ling said and looked at the information of Newcastle United on the ipad next to him.

"Neither will I. Tim smiled. 'Christine, we're the only unbeaten team in the league right now, and we're at the top of the table, but this year's competition is just as interesting as last season. We have 29 points, and the next three teams have 28 points. ”

'I'm not so concerned about the table at the moment, Tim, I'm more worried about the weather in Newcastle. Lu Ling made a joke. According to the weather forecast, there will be storms across the UK tonight. And by this time tomorrow, I don't know what the hell the weather is in the northeast. "Jake will probably think it's okay. She added.

"It's okay? In today's training session, the one who scolded the most was Jake, who said in a Newcastle accent that his hometown was a ** hole. But when Ian looked at him, he changed. Say something like, 'Northerners like Ian and I know how fucking fucking this place is'. ”

Lu Ling couldn't help but be happy.

Jacob is a guy who thinks he's too girly in dark blue sneakers. Lu Ling heard Ian say that once Hans was wearing a pair of shiny salmon-colored sneakers and was teased by Jake for a long time. It had always been Hans's habit to block anyone who provoked him far from the arm, or simply pick it up and throw it out. Naturally, Jake was thrown that time. And since then, Jake has not dared to laugh at the German fashion taste. Actually, in Lu Ling's opinion, Hans's dress is very good. Forever black, white and gray clothes, forever bright shoes. It hadn't changed since she first saw him in the office.

However, Newcastle, which is heading north with storms and rains, is expected to be the worst away trip of the season for QPR.

"Let's go to that *** hole and take the three points, I'm looking forward to Mike Ashley's [Newcastle chairman's] puffy face. ”

****

As it turns out, St James's Park today isn't a ** hole.

It's a worse place than that. Jacob said it was fucking** holeall** holes.

The rain was so heavy that Premier League officials were still considering whether to cancel the game an hour and a half before the game. It was a windy Saturday afternoon and it was dark as night when the QPR buses arrived at the stadium just before sunset.

In the end, the game was played.

Newcastle fans holding hot pies and hot dogs – some even shirtless in the weather – were singing insults at the visitors, and were carried into Lu Ling's ears by the storm.

Lu Ling was well prepared for this weather, with knee-length coats, woolen hats, and scarves. At one point, she seemed to hear fans in the stands shouting hot dogs at her, and she didn't know if she was wrapped like a hot dog or another disgusting sexual slur. Of course, it's also possible that they're just running out of hot dogs and hungry again.

There were no goals in the first half.

Everyone was drenched in the icy rain and ringing in the ears by the whirring wind, and even the Premier League's number one star Patrick was a little limited.

At halftime, team analysts Dwight and Jimmy had been complaining that the wind was so strong that the rain was blowing on their equipment. The laptop keyboard and camera casing were also wet. God, these two men sit in the high, sheltered stands every game.

Lu Ling looked around, and the players on the field were covered in mud.

She decided to use extraordinary tactics in extraordinary situations.

So, in the second half, QPR fought back.

The Premier League leader took the initiative to step back and kicked the ball to the opposite side.

This left Newcastle a little overwhelmed. Their manager, Sam Allardyce, had two lungs pumping like bellows to allow the sound to penetrate the wind and the shouts. And his assistant was louder.

Lu Ling didn't make any effort to yell for the time being, she just stood on the sidelines and observed. Tim shouted, and Gonzalo, who was running past the sideline, couldn't help but glance sideways. "Mr. Louis, this is the hell that only I can hear. IMHO, you're not that pit bull over there. The last sentence was said with his mouth covered.

Lu Ling slapped the Spanish kid hard and asked him to hurry up to the throw-in, without appreciating his joke about the opposite coach. But she couldn't help but mentally compare Allardyce's face with Zoe's.

Opportunities came quickly, and in large quantities.

However, Genk and Phil squandered two great one-on-one chances, and León also missed a good shot on goal, and the Uruguayan's curling ball was blown off the course by the wind.

The goals still came in.

In the 71st minute, Patrick dribbled past a man and linked up with Genk, and the Dutchman then played a straight ball to Phil.

It's a single knife again, and the 7th of QPR is no longer wasted.

Looking at the back of the man yelling at a group of shirtless Newcastle fans, Lu Ling breathed a sigh of relief on the sidelines. However, it is not rational to provoke the fans in this way, and she still has to talk to Phil when she goes back. It is estimated that Phil will scold this bitch in his heart.

But Newcastle didn't stop there, and luck was on the Magpies' side.

In the 80th minute, Newcastle defender Russeris deflected a shot by the wind before hitting Ian in the shoulder and flying into the top corner with a strange spin after a second deflection.

In the last eight Premier League rounds, Hans has only conceded one goal in total. And this kind of unlucky conceded goal really matches today's weather. It was Newcastle's second shot of the game.

In fact, Lu Ling knew that if he really wanted to hold the ball responsible, it was that JT did not dare to kick the ball forward vigorously when he intercepted it. He opted to go close to the touchline with the ball overhead, which led to a quick attack from Newcastle. It doesn't even seem like a mistake, but maybe it's the gap. She prefers Glenn and Mensah's approach, and both of them should try to kick the ball as far as possible in this situation.

There is not much time left in the game.

Lu Ling reverted to a full-back four. She shouted at the arena with all her might, "Ben, go ahead!"

Benjamin seemed to hear the manager calling his name, and he looked at the sideline.

Sure enough, she was calling him, and she looked in his direction and pointed forward with her finger.

Benjamin immediately understood the manager's intentions, and then he glanced at Patrick, and the two exchanged glances.

The game is coming to an end.

Just as the fourth official was about to raise his card to signal stoppage time, Patrick suddenly took the ball and detoured from the right flank, and Benjamin cut forward.

It is rare for the number 10 of the QPR to be so high, and now he is in a position that matches the number on his back.

Patrick temporarily withdrew to the center circle at this time, and immediately pinned down a large number of Newcastle defenders, and the rest of the players were a little overwhelmed.

Patrick didn't have a lot of sticky balls, but he didn't give them directly to Benjamin either. He drew two players out and fed a half-high ball straight forward to Phil. Phil grabbed the centre-back and used his thigh to get the ball back to Benjamin.

This is a very good fit, Lu Ling thought. In that position, Pat chose to give the ball to Ben's feet through Phil's assistance, rather than directly to Ben, which was more deceptive. But she also saw that Phil was a little awkward in making the ball this time, and he gave it a little bigger.

It's not hard for Ben. He slowed down slightly, lightly unloaded the overpowered ball with his left foot, and at this point in the game, on the muddy turf, under the heavy night rain, his movements were still silky and flawless.

His movements didn't end, and he looked like he wanted to cross to Genk on the left, but as soon as the eyes of the nearby Newcastle players shifted, he immediately pushed the ball forward with his left foot and turned his body towards the goal.

Leon is asking for the ball.

Phil is asking for the ball.

John, who was plugged in on the right, was also asking for the ball.

The three men attacked the box vertically, and Benjamin was not far from the arc of the box.

But he didn't pass it on. Approaching 25 meters from the goal, he directly chose a long-range shot -

He didn't choose to kick the ball high, letting the ball stick to the muddy turf, and the crisp force made the ball extremely fast. In this way, the influence of the wind was avoided, and the white shadow slipped past the goalkeeper and went straight into the bottom right corner of the goal!

****

Benjamin Hamilton's goal helped QPR win the game. That's what everyone in the dressing room talked about after the game.

In particular, it quickly became clear that this was not only Ben's first goal at QPR, but also his first goal of his career.

"You haven't scored in Fulham, haven't you scored in England before?" Jacob asked in disbelief, wiping his messy hair with a towel.

"Nope. Benjamin's face was still calm, "I didn't have many shots at Fulham. ”

"If you pass the ball to me, you can score it. Phil came over and put his arm around Jacob's shoulder, "But you shot in, fair and reasonable." ”

"Thanks, Phil. I'm sure you'll score too. ”

Phil lifted his chin and talked to Jacob about something else. His dislike for Benjamin hasn't changed, but Benjamin is so professional on the field that if you mess with him all the time, it will see, you're not a man.

Patrick listened to the conversation of the people in his ear, and his mind quickly replayed the scene on the court at that second. He was in the centre circle at the time, so he could see it clearly.

Benjamin was lying. Of course, he can't be blamed. If Patrick had faced Phil himself, he would have said the same.

That ball can't be passed.

Because at that moment, both Phil and John were impatient and rushed into the penalty area, and as long as the opponent followed them, it was actually difficult to form a good shooting opportunity.

Only León was clever enough to slow down, but the Uruguayan was too far away to give the ball at his feet in the past, which meant wasting a second. Leon can't shoot directly with the ball, and if he wastes another second or two, the chance of scoring will be reduced exponentially.

However, the movement of those three men in the box formed a containment of the defenders, leaving space for long-range shots from outside the box.

Benjamin made the right decision in that moment.

Patrick packed his bag and stood up. He walked up to Benjamin and stretched out his fist to Benjamin, "Congratulations, Ben. "Actually, he's said it a few times, but after all, it's his first goal in his career, and there's not much more congratulations.

Ben must have been agitated inside, and he just stopped showing it now. When the goal happened, Benjamin ran all the way to the corner flag area, kneeling in celebration, completely unconcerned about the whole person rolling in the muddy water. If you know what kind of person he is on a regular basis, you can understand how excited he was at that moment. Later, he went to the touchline to hug the manager and the assistant coach.

After the game, Patrick heard Ben say to Tina, who was next to him, as he entered the locker room, "I'm so sorry to rub you into the mud, you might have to shower and change, please don't be mad at me." "It's a very ordinary sentence, but Ben's tone is ......

Benjamin resisted Patrick's outstretched fist. He had already packed his things, and as he stood up, he said, "Thanks, Pat." Shall we go to the bus together? or wait for the boss?"

It is estimated that she will go directly to the bus from the press conference. Patrick said as he walked. Newcastle is a hellish place, especially today's ghost weather, and everyone can't wait to go back to London. Including her, of course. Maybe she'll complain to herself later. He thought.

As they walked out of the dressing room, the manager's voice came from the TV hanging in the tunnel:

"It wasn't easy to win today, the weather was terrible. Our players gave a lot and ended up taking control of the game. …… yes, Ben played really well today, I'm happy to see him score his first goal of his career, I was completely shocked on the sidelines, it was magical......

Patrick and Benjamin both looked up. Patrick didn't stop and continued walking.

Patrick actually dropped a sentence.

"Don't waste time. ”

And Pat's tone was less of a threat and more like a friendly suggestion. His attitude is very different from when he was at Ascot Racecourse.

Benjamin looked at Patrick's back, farther and farther away, farther and farther away. Maybe Pat was right. For him, it's just a game to make life less boring, and he doesn't have to waste time when no one plays with him. And, if we stop now, maybe there's a chance to be friends with Pat, real friends.

Benjamin walked out, and in the end there was only one thing in his mind.

They did not reconcile, at least not for the time being. 166 Reading Network