Patrick felt that it was the longest month of his life.

Sun, beach, alcohol, sex. It was supposed to be beautiful, but in fact he was numb. When he got home, he took a shower, changed his clothes, and went to Harrington. There, he will meet her. She has been absent for a month.

Ian passed the ball over, and Patrick, who was wearing jeans on the sidelines, casually gave it back. Ian and Zixiang laughed at his glamorous looking vacation and new hairstyle, and he smiled and said "Ohjustshutthe**up" and turned around.

Then he saw her.

She seems to have changed a little. She is still wearing the same training uniform she wore so many times last season, but she looks more confident and composed. The smile on his face is bright, the corners of his mouth are just the right curvature, and his smooth wheat-colored skin looks healthy and sexy in the sun.

Is this qiē because you're in love, Tina?

Patrick lowered his head and walked over and hugged her.

"Tina, I miss you so much. "The smell of her hair, the smell of her body, the feeling of holding her arms in her arms, has not changed.

He quickly let go of her. And the expression on her face was still surprised.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, and Lu Ling squinted. The boy's slightly longer hair had been cut off and left round. He was a little tanned, maybe a little haggard, but still in good spirits. He didn't look like a boy anymore.

"Pat, it's a pleasure to meet you. Lu Ling heard himself say.

"Is that all? Tina, you should say you miss me too. Patrick smiled.

Lu Ling looked at him, wasn't he sad? He walked out of the haze of the European Cup?

"Well, I miss you too. The new season is about to begin, Pat. Lu Ling looked at him again, "Hmmm, it's really good, it doesn't seem that you have gained weight when you come back from the vacation." ”

"Tina, I said, don't doubt my professionalism. "Sending Trek to the building, he's here today for a basic check-up. Of course, there will be a new manager to meet after that.

****

Bielsa looked at the young man in front of him for a long time before he spoke, "Mr. Amber......" he said in stiff English.

"Boss, just tell me to send Trek. ”

The young man's voice sounded casual, polite, and a little haughty. Bielsa helped her glasses. He likes players like that.

With the help of an interpreter, Bielsa continued to ask.

"Oh, Patrick, can you tell me why you didn't choose to play at a big club this summer?"

Patrick shrugged his shoulders, "It's not this summer for me. "It seems like nonsense. He raised an eyebrow again, "Boss, I mean, are you going to drive me away?"

The corners of Bielsa's mouth twitched, "Of course not. Another question, what do you think of the number 10 position?"

Position 10 in the middle lane. Patrick didn't rush to answer, he needed to think about it.

"You want me to play in this position?"

'It's up to you to play better in this position than you are now. If you don't have a problem, we can give it a try. ”

Patrick came out of Bielsa's office, the Argentine's smile still lingering in his mind. He liked him a little more than Flores. Even without Tina, this is true. The Spaniard will revolve the whole world around him, but Bielsa is not, although he also seems to be a very controlled guy.

Tina passed by him, unnoticed. Brushing his shoulder, he quickly turned around and called out to her.

She also looked back, "I see you're thinking about something, I didn't call you, how about it?, what did Carl and the team doctor say?" she asked, and asked in a low voice, "What did Mr. Bielsa tell you?"

"Tina, you have a lot of questions. Patrick looked at her with a hard smile, "Come to my house at night, we can eat unpalatable sandwiches." "Tina's cooking skills are terrible, though.

Lu Ling pursed his lips, "Pat, I'm going to Liverpool tonight." She promised Nick to go to Liverpool before the start of the season, and she only had one night to get back to London tomorrow. And, she does miss Nick a lot.

"Okay, I got it. The smile on Patrick's face vanished.

Maybe he wants me to say something. Lu Ling thought. But she didn't say anything, just smiled at the boy and turned to walk towards Bielsa's office.

She knocked at the door. The Argentine politely invited her in.

The layout of the head coach's office has barely changed, and the imprint of Nick is still faint. Last season, the back of him in front of the tactical board, his bowed head in contemplation as he sat behind his desk, the charming smile he leaned against his desk, and their first kiss here not long ago are still vivid. However, for QPR, the era of Nick Flores is over, and now it is the era of Bielsa.

Bielsa invited the assistant coach to sit down. He took off his glasses and wiped them with a cloth. While talking to the translator about a long list.

Lu Ling sat across from him, maybe it was indeed time to learn Spanish from Nick. This is the case with every exchange, Bielsa first speaks to the interpreter before she can respond to him.

"Miss Lu, I just met Patrick Amber. He's such a good player, I've seen all the tapes of him playing at QPR, including the reserves. I already admire him in terms of his skills. When I met me today, I think he has a good personality. Thank you for bringing such a good player to the professional league. I know you have a good relationship, it's great, and having a smart coach like you as a friend, I think it's also very helpful for him to think on the field. After that, I want him to try to play in the middle, I don't know what you think?"

Mid lane?

Lu Ling's eyes lit up, and a Spanish word popped out of his mouth: "Enganche?"

Bielsa put his glasses back on and smiled, "Enganche." Later, he added a stilted English word, "Indeed."

The word "Enganche" has a sacred meaning for Argentines who are synonymous with "midfielder", "attacking midfielder" and "playmaker" in other languages, but in the Argentine football tradition, the word represents Maradona, Riquelme, the position on the field where talent and talent are most needed.

It's true that Peter can not just stay on the wing, in fact he has a very middle-thinking style of play, and he likes to cut along the touchline. As a teenager, they talked a lot, and the boy's thinking was not that of a traditional English winger, which brought a lot of unusual creativity to his play. But whether it was in the Leyton East, or later in the reserve team of QPR, or even in the first team of QPR, because of the limited style of play, he played more of a role as a wide raider.

He was supposed to be the core of the game.

"I think it's good. Of course, the actual effect depends on it. He's back and we can try that this week. Maybe in the second or third league game he could have played like that. ”

Bielsa nodded in satisfaction, and when he tried to speak again, another assistant, Diego Reyes, stood outside the door, as if he had something to discuss with him. Lu Ling then stood up with interest.

****

According to the zip code given by Nick, Lu Ling arrived at his villa in Liverpool.

It's a quiet place, and each villa is a certain distance away. Outside the villa, there is a tall Lelycypress wall that encloses the garden. Presumably, there are many celebrities living in this area, and they are worried about being photographed by the paparazzi, so it is designed like this.

There was a woman in her fifties standing at the door, who saw her car coming and waved to her.

Lu Ling stopped the car beside her and smiled politely.

"Miss Lu, is it? Mr. Flores asked me to give you the key, he may have to come back a little later. "The middle-aged woman spoke English with a Spanish accent, a bit like Nick.

"Thank you, are you?"

"I'm Mr. Flores' butler, but I don't live in it. Mainly help him with cleaning and maintenance. You know, he's busy. You can call me Isabella. ”

Saying goodbye to Isabella, Lu Ling drove into Nick's house.

Ross Buckley drove by front and saw someone in the driver's seat of a black MiniCooper. He thought he had mistaken and looked back, but the car had already driven in. His teammate Tom Cleverley asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say anything and looked at him carefully. It is indeed the house of the new Spanish manager. A lot of the players live in this area, but it's a certain distance from each other, and he lives one block behind. Rose exclaimed in his heart, and did not tell Cleverley of his speculation.

He called Pat when he got home. The other one was panting, and Rose was a little embarrassed at first, thinking he had disturbed something.

"Oh, I just finished the four miles. ”

I see.

"Hey, Pat, you can't guess who I just saw. ”

Patrick didn't speak. He was cooldown, outside the window, it wasn't dark yet.

"Don't guess?"

"Not interested. ”

"Is Christine driving a black MiniCooper?" the car can be seen everywhere on the streets of England, and Ross added, "I'm not sure, but it looks like her." If it was her, I saw her go to our boss's house. ”

Patrick got off the treadmill, still wearing headphones. And Rose's voice in the headphones made him feel like his brain was about to explode, and he had tried to forget that she would be there for him tonight.

"Pat, I'm not gossiping, but it's so late...... They both ......"

"I don't know. Patrick's voice suddenly doubled, "I don't fucking know. With that, he ripped off his headphones, threw his phone on the sofa with his phone, and walked to the bathroom.

The phone didn't hang up, but there was no voice. Rose hung up. He already knew why Pat hated Flores. He also understood why the boy in Barbados didn't have much contact with the girl he loved.

It's really sad.

****

Nick's house is huge. Lu Ling took a turn at random, and he was not interested in taking a closer look.

It's only past nine o'clock, and Nick says he'll be back as soon as he can, but Lu Ling doesn't think he'll be too early. When he was at QPR, he often left Harrington at eleven or twelve, and he was no exception at Vinci Farm. She wasn't going to rush him, the head coach's affairs were already very busy, and she didn't want to be a clingy girlfriend.

So she found something to eat, turned on the TV and watched the ball for a while, but her attention was not very concentrated. She wanted to call or send a message to Pat, after all, he had just returned today, and he didn't feel right to pick up his phone. So she got up, undressed, and walked to the pool. She didn't have a swimsuit, but she felt good about swimming naked.

As soon as Nicholas returned, all he saw was Christine's undressed clothes in the living room, he had already heard the sound of water, and his heart began to beat faster.

"Babe, I'm back. He began to unbutton his shirt as he walked towards the pool.