The fan's upper body was poking out, and there was already an Anfield security guard behind him walking towards him, and underneath him, the kid in the QPR 7 shirt was jumping up and grabbing him by the collar.

"Why don't you go home and say those things to your wife, and your kids will be ashamed of you if they listen to what you say......" Phil was a little excited, and the spat spitting stars spewed out, and the expression on his face became fierce.

He was about to swing his fist over, when suddenly, behind him, a tall figure pulled him aside. Phil's lip shape hadn't been made yet, and he caught a glimpse of the manager.

She looked at him with a slightly complicated gaze. But then she shook her head at him, and her voice was small, but her mouth was clear.

"Leave him alone, Phil, and don't bother. ”

She said as she walked into the players' tunnel.

There was a bit of confusion as the Anfield staff, the Liverpool players, and the fans in the stands were all gathering in this direction.

And on Phil's side, in addition to Hans, who stopped him, Ian and Nedham also came over. There was also a security guard who was also in front of Phil.

Phil's urge to beat people was gone, but he still had some unhappiness in his heart. The voices of his teammates rang in his ears:

"Yes, he said all the bastard stuff, but you beat him up, and then what? how long do you want to be suspended? The team needs you now!" the Scotsman's voice said.

"Phil, if you want to vent your anger at conceding that goal, it's certainly not worth it. That's a fucking bastard. "The voice of the titular captain of the team.

"Honestly, I want to beat him up too. But it's not worth it. Said the German.

Later, Jacob and Zixiang also came over.

"Idiot, if you've ever heard what Millwall's fans say about the boss, you'll have to ...... with a knife," Zixiang said with a grin, but was interrupted by a slap on the back of the head from Ian.

"What did the Millwall fans say?" asked Jacob, who hadn't beaten Millwall two years ago, seriously.

Phil's brow furrowed slightly, but other than that, he didn't have any special expression, and he was unusually quiet. He glanced back as he finally walked into the tunnel and saw that the fan had been taken away by the security guards, but his mouth was still dry.

Phil hopes Anfield will ban such a guy forever. He took a breath and prepared to go straight back to the locker room, when Leon called out to him in front. He looked at the reporters behind the Uruguayan and it looked like they were going to be together for a post-match interview with Sky Sports again.

Phil walked over to Leon, took two steps and called out Hans's name, Hans looked at him, and he said, "I'm sorry, buddy, that lost the ball." ”

The corners of Hans's mouth twitched slightly, "It's okay." ”

Phil nodded, still feeling a little blank in his mind.

Why?

Maybe it was because of what he said to that fan.

That's not like what I would say. He thought.

Oh, but I already sound like a father.

It feels really good.

****

Patrick finished the glass of red wine, a little drowsy. He slowly closed his eyelids.

On TV, the game was broadcast live after Phil was surrounded by his team-mates and cut back to Sky Sports' studio at Anfield.

Patrick can still hear the Sky Sports host's voice, which is accompanied by laughter: "I don't know what that fan said that provoked QPR's "bad boy" Phil Warren, but I'm glad Warren didn't do anything that would have punished him from the FA, at least not before he had time to ......."

His voice was dimmed, and Patrick didn't open his eyes, knowing that Amber had done it.

Then he smelled a fresh scent. That's the smell of shower gel, shampoo, perfume mixed together. It seems that she has just finished showering. They hugged each other on the couch and watched the game together, but then she got bored and went to the shower. Later in the evening, they were going out to dinner together.

"Are you sleepy, Pat?" she asked, shrinking into his arms.

Patrick hugged Amber and felt the soft bath towel, which was very comfortable. She burrowed into his arms again, and the wet hair was around his neck, dripping with water, and he felt cold and a little itchy. He suddenly remembered that day when he was eighteen, in the convenience store under the attic, there was a girl in a hoodie standing in front of him, and her short wet hair was dripping water. He asked her why she was so slow if she pooped twice, and she punched him. The place where she was beaten at that time now has a tattoo.

Amber called again, "Pat—"

Patrick smiled, "Seriously, a little sleepy. ”

"Shall we sleep together for a while, then?" her voice sounded sleepy, too, "I feel comfortable now." ”

Patrick snorted softly. And the voice on the TV suddenly came into my ears:

'Yes, we got three points at Anfield and it was crucial for us at this point in time. Liverpool caused us problems but my players were in good form, we scored two goals and I would have been happier if it had been 2-0 at the end. Competing for the Premier League? I think I can say that now, the players are really young, but I think they're really ready. We are confident that we can compete with Everton, Arsenal and Manchester City......

There was only this sound in the empty house, and it seemed extremely quiet for a moment. Amber opened his eyes, and the man holding her still had his eyes closed, but it was not difficult to tell that he was listening attentively to the people on TV. Amber looked up, and the QPR coach on the TV had a very bright face, and he was already like the girl who looked lost and dazed at the Camp Nou.

It wasn't until Kristen Lu's interview ended that Amber turned off the TV with the remote.

She lay back into Patrick's arms and suddenly whispered, "The Ohe Only"

Patrick's brow furrowed, but he didn't open his eyes.

After a while, he asked, "Did you see that agreement in my drawer?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to, I was looking for something that day. ”

Patrick nodded, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Amber, and continued to ask her, "What do you want to say, Appi?"

Amber sat up from his arms, pulled the towel up, and stared at the blue eyes opposite, "Do you still love her?"

Without hesitation, Patrick said, "Yes, I love her." ”

Amber smiled as if she had heard a joke and shook her head and asked, "Didn't you ever love her?" I appreciate your honesty, but if you still love her, what is the point of us now? You know I've been dating anyone else for a long time. ”

"I love her, if not in a romantic sense. I think the same is true for her. Patrick said calmly, "I'm sorry if this hurts you, Appi. ”

Amber was silent. There was silence for a while before she asked, "Do you like me?"

Patrick nodded, and added, "You're a sweet girl. ”

Amber pulled the towel up again, and then stood up, "Honey, I'm going to put on makeup, change clothes, you go to the shower, I'm hungry, let's go out to dinner, okay?"

Patrick stretched and looked at his watch, "Okay, I'm hungry too." ”

Amber walked upstairs and couldn't help but look back again, she still didn't know what the meaning of all this was, but she didn't want to end it for a while, as she told Nathan Neal, she was the proud Amber Rivera, maybe one day he would fall in love with her? He was still so young and knew what the ohe only was.

Patrick got up from the couch and looked at his watch again. She'll stay at Liverpool tonight, he thought.

Steve told him that she would be a guest at BT Sport that day, which meant that she would be at Goodison Park that day.

Maybe we'll see each other. Maybe.

****

In this round, Everton and Manchester City also won, so the top three positions in the table have not changed. Everton lead QPR and Manchester City by three points. Arsenal drew away at Manchester United, and Allegri's side look to be in average form after their Champions League exit, now six points off the top.

This is what Lu Ling was thinking about staring at the screen of his mobile phone after he came out of the post-match press conference.

When she was about to get to the dressing room, a member of the coaching staff was walking out, and as he passed by her, he asked her casually: "Christine, are you staying at Liverpool tonight?" After she finished speaking, she saw the assistant's somewhat teasing smile, as if to say that you should not be late. But she didn't say anything more and continued to walk to the visiting dressing room at Anfield.

Only Phil was still slowly stuffing things into his bag, and it seemed that the other players had already boarded the bus. Tim is still there, too.

"Christine, do you want to change the time for tomorrow morning, are you sure you'll be back to London at nine?" asked Tim in a whisper.

Lu Ling said: "I'm sure, there's no need to change it." She said that she could take the train at five o'clock tomorrow morning, get to Youston (train station) at about eight o'clock, and get to Harrington before nine o'clock. It's just that she may not get a good night's sleep, but she can make up for it on the train.

Tim teased, "I guess you won't be able to sleep for a few hours." ”

Lu Linggang wanted to speak, but Phil's zipper was a little loud, and she looked over with the teaching assistant.

Phil looked at them and puffed out, "You know what? you should come back to London with us, boss, I mean, you're the head coach and we need you. ”

Tim and Lu Ling exchanged glances, and Tim made a lip gesture at her with a wicked smile, "Jealous." ”

Lu Ling shook his head without a trace, and asked directly: "Phil Warren, what do you need me to do, tell me now." Do you need me to sing lullabies to lullaby to lullaby?"

"That would be great. Phil picked up his bag and seemed to be seriously imagining the image, his expression making Lu Ling and Tim cry and laugh.

Tim walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "She's your boss, but she's also someone else's girlfriend and someone else's daughter, and she's not obligated to take care of everything on this team twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. You're an adult, Phil, do you really need me to tell you that?"

Phil muffled, "I know. I'm not Hans, he's certainly jealous. I was just...... I mean, I'm just reminding the boss that I mean ......"

Tim nudged Phil, "Don't worry about what you shouldn't be in charge of. The bus was still waiting for us. ”

Phil turned around before leaving the door, "Boss, if I score ten goals this season, will you give me another ten thousand pounds?"

Lu Ling looked at him, paused for two seconds, and said, "We can have a new bet for next season." ”

Phil shrugged, "Not bad, either. I'm going to win anyway. He said and turned his head.

"I'm grateful to you for the fight for me after today's game, but you remember that you are a professional footballer and you are not allowed to trouble the fans in the future, no matter what they say," she said behind his back. ”

Phil looked back again, smiling innocently, "I can't guarantee it. But you don't deserve to be treated like that, you're a good football coach, maybe the best I've ever seen. He didn't wait for her to speak, and turned to catch up with Tim.

It's really a bit like the No. 7 of this team. Lu Ling looked at the tall and strong back and smiled lightly. Then, she took a few steps back. She felt a little sore in her legs, found the nearest locker, and sat down.

It turns out that this is the case when the away dressing room at Anfield is empty. She has been here many times and always finds it crowded. After being stunned for a while, she took out her phone and looked at it, and there was a missed call, it was from Nick. He's waiting for her, probably just outside. She thought. Reappear as before.

She hadn't been to his house in a long time, and she wondered if the tall Lelycypress walls and the blue-glowing pool had changed.

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