When Lu Ling entered the reserve locker room, Tom was lecturing. Yesterday's game against West Ham reserves was won, but after all conceded two goals, Tom was not very satisfied. She stood silently behind Tom, and several of the team members winked at her.

The skinny tall redhead boy is called Ian Parker, eighteen years old, one meter eighty-two tall, Scottish, and the position is the back back. He was also the captain of the reserves. The few little freckles on his face made him look a little childish, but he was actually a very leader on the field. Lu Ling has seen him raise his arms and shout when the team is behind, he is simply the male protagonist in "Braveheart".

The boy with a typical East Asian face is called Yu Zixiang. Like Lu Ling, they are all Chinese. Nineteen years old, 1.75 meters tall, plays at left-back. He made a few substitute appearances in the Premier League last season and is a young player with a certain amount of attention. There have been rumors in the media that Arsenal are going to bring him in, but as far as Lu Ling knows, Arsenal has only sent scouts to inspect twice, and there is no intention to buy him for the time being.

And who else could the most careless-looking guy be other than Patrick Amber? 18 years old, 1.78 meters tall, Englishman, left winger in the reserve team. He was only signed by QPR a little over a year ago, and before that he played for League Two side Leyton East, and at left-back.

Lu Ling looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and the boy's eyes became puzzled. He didn't know the good news yet, she thought.

Tom's mouth was dry, and he turned his head casually, startled by the assistant who appeared behind him at some point.

A dozen or twenty young people in the locker room burst into laughter. Old Tom was a little embarrassed, but he glared angrily, and the laughter stopped abruptly. Seeing that the locker room was quiet, Tom turned back again and asked with his eyes what was the matter. Lu Ling then told Tom about Nicholas's arrangement.

Tom looked at the boy sitting in the middle, "Hey, Amber, you're training with the first team today, go over now." ”

Under the envious gaze of his teammates, Patrick stood up. The expression on his face was very funny, obviously happy, but he pretended not to care. But after all, he is young, so where can he hide his thoughts.

*******

The rain had stopped and the turf was wet. It's a very familiar environment for England players.

Lu Ling was on this turf with Tom to give training sessions to the reserve team, but a small part of her mind flew to the training ground of the first team. Old Tom could see that she was absent-minded, after all, she had brought the little genius here.

"You have to learn to let go. Tom, who had been staring at the situation on the field, suddenly turned to his assistant and said.

"What?" Lu Ling was a little confused.

"I mean Amber the Kid. Tom sighed, "He can't be wrong with genius." You're his coach, not his mommy. As a good coach, you should trust your players. What's more, a player like him can't stay at QPR all the time. I mean, if he gets a lot of appearances this season, maybe big clubs like Manchester United and Arsenal will come and buy him next summer, who knows?

Lu Ling's mind was seen through by Tom at a glance, and his face was suddenly a little embarrassed. But Tom was right, with Patter's ability, what was she to worry about, and even if he didn't play well in the first team today, her worries wouldn't help. She should focus on her work.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones. You're right. Also, I don't want to have an eighteen-year-old son. Lu Ling wiped her sweat, God, she was only twenty-six years old.

*******

Talented. What exactly is genius? Every coach defines the word differently.

Nicholas stood on the sidelines, looking at young Patrick Amber, knowing that by his definition, the English boy must be a genius.

Patrick's arrival didn't surprise the first-team players too much, and there were always reserve players training with the first-team every once in a while. However, this kid, they are relatively not so familiar, after all, they only joined at the beginning of last year.

Nicholas found a series of numbers and evaluation reports about the player Patrick Amber. A thick stack, much more detailed than the scouting report he got at Real Madrid a few months ago. At that time, Patrick Amber's file was alongside the files of countless football goblins from all over the world, and he was not the focus of Real Madrid's investigation.

If it weren't for the chance to watch a few England Under-18s last year, Nicholas wouldn't have noticed him. After all, he was an Englishman, and England had not been a genius for many years.

Nicholas somewhat despised the English philosophy of football, advocating simplicity and brutality, rather than pursuing true technique and tactics. Has England ever had a great manager? You can count them on one hand, maybe you can't use them. It's the Scots who continue to push English football forward, from Shankly to Alex Ferguson, all of whom are historic managers.

It's no wonder that players like Patrick are still in a Championship team at the age of eighteen. Messi was at Barcelona at the age of eighteen, while Cristiano Ronaldo was at Manchester United at the age of eighteen. Although Neymar had not yet stepped into European football at the age of 18, he was already known for his talent.

And Amber is here, I really don't know if it's the luck or misfortune of this team.

He flipped to Patrick's past and saw that the byline was summarized by Christine. It's funny, he played at left-back for three or four years at Leyton East, before Christine got a job at QPR before introducing him to Tom Jones and thus to QPR.

Nicholas stood on the sidelines, staring at the players on the field without saying a word. He occasionally looked down at something, but never spoke.

Captain Nedham Onuoha thinks he's such a weirdo, isn't the average manager in a hurry to stand up for himself as soon as he takes office?

The training plan for the first training session was developed by assistant coach Gary Cole and first-team coach George Morrison.

In the second training session, Nicholas finally put down his paper and walked among the players.

James Barton glanced at the new head coach, Nicholas may be a little older than him, but looks younger than him. James thought that if this man hadn't broken his leg, maybe he would still be a player.

At present, there are a total of 24 people in the first team, seven or eight of whom are firmly in the main force, and the other two or three positions need to be rotated frequently.

Nicholas's idea was simple, he wanted to protect the middle. QPR is not an absolute underdog, in fact the player quality is enough in the Championship. It's a pity that the midfield and backfield are a little weaker, and the lower limit cannot be guaranteed, and there are a lot of goals and draws that should not be lost. He is confident that he can bring this team to the Premier League and what he said at the coaching staff meeting was serious.

He also needed a better centre-back and a strong midfielder in his plans, but unfortunately, before the winter window arrived, he had to do as many jobs as the right people could do what they couldn't really do.

However, he can still do it in a short period of time to maximize the protection of his midfield in the 30-meter zone.

Tomorrow, he's going to play a back three.

After Nicholas finished his overall thinking, he began to divide the first team into red and blue teams to play practice matches. This practice session won't be too long, fifteen minutes. The aim is to familiarize yourself with the formation, as well as to make everyone aware of their responsibilities. Throughout the process, he kept calling a halt and constantly going among them to tell them what was the right thing to do.

When Nicholas called Patrick off, the boy was a little upset.

The head coach walked up to him, and Patrick felt a sense of pressure like never before. It's not in height, he's not much taller than him, it's not physical, although he's stronger than him, it's not in age, many of the coaches he knows are old enough to be grandfathers, and the coach in front of him is young enough.

What is it? It's aura. That's right, it's aura!

Patrick had never met a coach like this before. Christine is fine, but she doesn't have this thing on her, at least not for the time being.

But he's seen it on TV, Ferguson, Jose Mourinho, Pep Guardiola, Carlo Ancelotti ...... It's not such a mysterious thing, it's just the aura of a handsome. It's just that this person is not a famous handsome.

Nicholas emphasized the importance of the second ball, whether it is an air ball or a ground ball, the second point must be obtained as much as possible.

Patrick pursed his lips, these words were not very new.

Nicholas had already finished speaking, but he paused and added, "I'm at your age, and I'm better at free-kick footwork than you. It's a pity that I hurt my knee and can't prove it to you. In short, you should practice more. This is one of the few techniques you can still improve. "Most of the technical movements of a footballer are set at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and it is very difficult to improve them later.

Patrick snorted disdainfully at what he said, probably thinking something was wrong, and nodded reluctantly.

Nicholas didn't care, if a player of this age was not a little arrogant, he would find it strange.

"Also, you're on the bench for tomorrow. He added one last sentence, and as soon as this remark came out, several of the first-team regulars turned their heads to look at the child. The starting list was not announced, but a child was set on the bench list in advance, which is interesting.

Patrick froze for a moment, it was clear that he was a little surprised. But soon, the boy calmly said, "Thank you, coach." ”

******

At half past nine, Lu Ling turned off the computer. She moved her neck, sitting for too long, a little stiff and sore. The entire office building was quiet, but she could hear the sound of the training ground in the distance, probably from Imperial College College Varsity.

Lu Ling picked up his coat, turned off the light, and left the office. When she got to the first floor, she heard some sounds again, like the sound of a ball game on TV. She then looked in, and there was a light at the end of the hallway. At the end of the corridor is the head coach's office. Isn't Nicholas gone yet? She hesitated and walked towards the light.

The office door was ajar, and through the crack, she could see the Spaniard's straight back.

She has never been in the manager's office, she has not had much direct working contact with Ramsey or previous managers, and she mainly reports to Tom on her job.

What would the manager's office look like? And standing here, you can't get a glimpse of the whole picture.

She was already knocking on the door as she hesitated, "Mr. Flores......" she called.

"Come in. Nicholas turned around and saw that it was her, and he didn't react in any particular way, turning his head and continuing to write and draw on the tactical board.

Lu Lingpestle was there, in a dilemma. She just wanted to leave, but when she saw the contents of his tactical board, she was attracted again. She took a few steps forward, trying to see more clearly.

"It's the same as the formation you drawn. Nicholas paused and turned back to state.

"Yes. Lu Ling didn't look at the coach either, and continued to stare at the tactical board.

"But, it's not tomorrow's start, right, I mean, will Patrick start?" Lu Ling asked, with some anticipation, she knew that her expectations were irrational, pushing a young player who had never played for the first team to the starting line-up, unless there was no one available, no manager would do that.

"This is just the initial idea. Nicholas put away the marker and put it back on the table. He picked up the remote again and put the game on silent mode, then leaned back on his desk and said, "So, Christine, what's the matter?" he said and looked at his watch, "You've got two minutes, I'm busy." ”