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Marco Silva clenched his fists on the sidelines, but it wasn't time for full celebration, he knew. He wasn't a great player but he learned a lot as a full-back. He saw that QPR's left-back Sadio Babacar was having a problem with his decision, so he took the initiative to create more problems for them. He also knows that the talents of Bruno and Pierre will eventually solve their own attacking problems. One ball missing. If this game does end up with a point, even if it's just a point, it will be a huge win for Everton and themselves. And the blow to the QPR can be imagined: the equaliser after leading by three goals, or the home game, or the return of Patrick Amber, etc. The media and fans alike will laugh at their summer moves, and even their dressing rooms may be chaotic as a result......

Kristen Lue's return may have been the result of the long wait, but with the return of Patrick Amber......

Marko feels that the managers of the other 18 Premier League teams are just as "worried" about her dressing room.

The Everton boss didn't think about it on his own initiative, it was just a matter of seconds for his brain to spin – the human brain is amazing. He has always been calm and never flustered. The next target is Benjamin Hamilton, the rich kid who has been a frequent topic in English football for nearly a year. There should be a problem with the fitness of the elegant QPR midfield.

However, the next moment Marco saw made his face gloomy little by little.

Patrick-Amber is activated. The England superstar was a little silent for the first ten minutes of the second half, but now ...... Marco glanced at Bruno, and it was clear that the poison dart frog's goal had awakened Mr. Golden Ball.

Marco immediately realized something else. He looked to the side of the dugout on the sidelines, and their assistant coach had gone to the fourth official, and they were going to make a substitution. And their manager, a young woman in a blue and white tracksuit, stood on the sidelines and watched everything on the field with her chest crossed. She was composed, perhaps more composed than he was, though he had seen her burst or nervous on the sidelines.

That's the horror of this team at QPR. Most teams, whether it's the coaches or the players, are likely to panic if they are conceded twice in a row with a three-goal lead. This is also human nature, human beings are emotionally rich creatures and are easily affected by external factors. And for the chasing side, it was the best time to score the third goal.

However, the home team did not panic. Marco didn't see this in them. Loss, there must be, there is no panic.

It's a bad feeling, Marco has to admit. He understands why. They have a talented manager standing on the sidelines and one of the best footballers in the world on the pitch. The rumoured complicated relationship between these two men may spell problems in their own dressing room, but before the trouble arises, the presence of these two men gives their players and coaches enough conviction to believe they will still win this game, all the games.

Besides, the QPR is still ahead now, with a score of 3:2. And, it's their home turf.

Patrick continued to move forward with the ball, Joao Mario couldn't stop him, and Jimenez was irrational, and the tackle was a bit sloppy.

Marko had expected Patrick to go down and win a free-kick for QPR, but that didn't happen. He kept his balance and poked the ball to Phil Warren.

The blue-and-white number 7 faces Everton's goalkeeper.

One-on-one opportunities.

Then, the Everton manager couldn't help but laugh in his heart. Phil Warren kicked the ball straight into the stands, which was more like a clearance.

****

The sun slipped away silently, and the blue sky and white clouds remained.

Benjamin wiped his sweat again, and then he saw his number on the sign held up by the fourth official. This was expected by him, and she had already hinted at him at half-time, and she praised him for his performance throughout the first half. Two of Patrick's three goals were related to him, and one of them was directly assisted by him. Of course he knew he was playing well in the first half. But he couldn't help but think that he had let her down, even though she hadn't said anything. Most importantly, he let himself down. He has been improving his fitness since he spoke to the head coach in the video room at Harrington Training Ground the night before the season. But those sixty minutes on the pitch today proved that he didn't fucking enough. Far from enough.

Jacob Harding stood on the sidelines, and Benjamin ran over to Jacob.

Jacob is a Newcastle native, and in Benjamin's eyes he is very typical of Newcastle. But if you ask Benjamin what a typical Newcastle man looks like, Benjamin can't tell, he doesn't seem to have any friends from Newcastle. The Newcastle native seems to have a good relationship with anyone in the dressing room. Jacob likes to encourage Yorkshire's Glenn Mitchell to do all sorts of things, such as last week when he forced a shy Glenn to call a girl they met at a party, and Jacob likes to tease Phil with Henk, a Dutchman, but Benjamin knows that Jacob is one of the few people on the team who is really good friends with Fill, and now Jacob is one of the few people on the team who is really passionate about him.

It's just that Benjamin doesn't think he'll be much intimate with Jacob. Jacob has poor taste, dress, women, etc. Benjamin has many paranoias, and this is one of them. Of course, he would never talk about this.

On the pitch, though, Jacob is a player to rely on. A typical England B2B midfielder has a certain skill, long-range shooting ability, long passes are more accurate, and although the mind is relatively simple, he is better than he is physically fit and has a tough style.

Speaking of toughness, Benjamin has always felt that Jacob may be a bit pretentious in front of captain Ian. Jacob is a casual man at heart, but the Newcastle man seems to be trying to prove to the Scots that he's a real Northeastern tough guy, so he sometimes suddenly gets weirdly serious. But Ian himself is an idiot...... Well, he actually knew that in addition to Patrick, the team would think of Ian Parker that way.

Benjamin ran up to Jacob and hugged the Newcastle man. Jacob came on the pitch energetically. Benjamin looked back, and he didn't know what he really wanted to see. The head coach took two steps to his side and patted him on the shoulder, but without saying a word, she immediately walked back to her original place and stared at the field. He knew it was comfort, but his mouth was dry, and he rushed to the bench to ask for a bottle of water, and after drinking it, he put on his coat.

Leon Ferreira stood up at this point. The Uruguayan will also be playing soon, and it should be a change for the Swiss. Benjamin glanced at the number nine, the strongest player in the QPR team besides Patrick Amber and one of the best strikers in football today, who never took the initiative to speak to him.

Leon also glanced at Benjamin, not hiding the disdain in his eyes. Leon then walked to the sidelines, where the new Queen Park gave him a high cheer and applause.

On 63 minutes, Briel Embolo was substituted and Leon Ferreira made his first appearance of the season.

When Leon was replaced, Patrick was called over by the manager. 'There's a lack of a good connection between Ergas and Jungkai, there's a bit of luck in their ability to score goals in a row, and it's not that efficient in fact. Pat, you step back a bit, especially to assist Ian, and if they make a mistake, launch a counterattack immediately. ”

Tim came over and added, "William Carvalho looks tired and tells Leon and Henktor to walk from him." ”

Patrick nodded in understanding and ran back onto the field.

****

Leon looked at Bruno Elgas, who was also looking at him. Bruno has grown a little taller, but still so short and still so fast, that León was not at all surprised by his pre-goal performance. In the distance, Leon saw the poison dart frog's jaw lift in his direction. Only, what does he mean? Hello, Leon? Or, Leon, let the horses come?

It doesn't matter, Leon thought. None of them are teenagers anymore, and when they reunite on this field, they can be considered a success. The Uruguayan looked away from the Everton defender who cared for him, José Jimenez, who was also his fellow Uruguayan man.

Everton started to possess the ball and looked for forward press. Due to the pressing ability of Delgado, Bruno and Pierre, the QPR had to take a temporary retreat at this time to ensure the safety of the back.

Following Jacob and Ian, Patrick returns to a deeper position. He observed the situation on the field.

Pierre Jonkay looks confident, with the ball at his feet like a toy. Patrick knew exactly what it was like, and in fact he was even more profound about the feeling of being one with the human and the human sphere. However, that attitude is not always possible. Seventeen-year-old Pierre had many years to discover and understand this. Now, the Frenchman is tying his teammates together with his skills. Except for one person. The poison dart frog didn't seem to appreciate Pierre. Both of them are playing on instinct and are really not in unison...... Tina was right.

Phil ran back and said, "Leon, man, you haven't touched the ball yet, have you?"

"Your shot was impressive, but luckily we have high enough stands. The Uruguayan striker replied.

Phil didn't answer again. The soles of his feet felt average today, and he knew it. My shot was indeed a little embarrassing. But that's not why he didn't answer, he had to hurry back and participate in the defense of the whole team, even Patrick went back to defend. Everton's Frenchman was a bit of a footballer, and from the end of the first half, it was too much for the always high-spirited Benjamin. Phil looked in that direction.

Patrick moved his pace, knowing exactly what he was supposed to do. He looked at Bruno Elgas, Everton's poison dart frog this time cutting in from the left and ready to threaten QPR's right-back John. Patrick did a little bit to help with recycling. He immediately noticed that from ten yards away, Pierre Jonkay was starting to get closer with the ball.

The short Uruguayan spread his hands and shouted, and the poison dart frog was clearly asking for the ball.

Pierre, on the other hand, looked more inclined to shoot with the ball himself.

Phil watched as the Frenchman got rid of the ball in midfield again, and the Uruguayan boy who looked like a South American gangster and seemed to have been a teammate of León immediately detoured to the left to ask for the ball.

Phil remembers that both men had nicknames with gimmicks, and they talked about it in the locker room. But he didn't quite remember. It's like a new Zidane called ...... Hahahaha, it's totally bull**! The other, it seems to be a frog man. The boss calls me Hulk, and Hulk sounds so much better than Frogman.

Patrick's eyes drifted and he began to move, and with only five yards to go, Patrick suddenly accelerated, Bruno Ergas's urging for the ball interfered with his teammate's dribbling a bit, and the Frenchman was a little confused.

Patrick seized the subtle moment—

He reached out on the tip of his left foot and stabbed it with lightning strikes, and the ball was at the feet of teammate Ian.

Phil watched as Patrick made the move. Damn, it's fucking fast!!" Phil exclaimed inwardly, and he stepped back as he continued to look in that direction. Ian was still trying to get rid of it, so Phil didn't move forward right away, while Genk and Leon behind him were already activated. Phil saw that the dwarf frogman and the French child had collided. The diminutive frogman pushes away the dark-haired French child. It's bully, Phil thought. "Child Zidane" looked a little overwhelmed......

It's definitely bully!, Phil commented in his heart.

Just then, both Leon and Patrick shouted at him.

"Idiot!"

“bitch！”

Too late to comment or complain about Patrick and Leon's language, Phil hastened to react. It was a high ball from Jacob, and he judged where the ball landed and jumped up immediately, but because he was a step too late, his head did not touch the ball, but it also interfered with the judgment of Forness Mori on the opposite side. On the contrary, when he fell, he was overwhelmed by Maury. He tried desperately to get to the ball, but it was wrong to get in and out, and Phil's ass touched the ball and gave it to his teammate.

Everton's midfielder William Carvalho was completely pinned down by Genk on the other side, and was a little stunned, so the ass pass was picked up by Leon. Everton centre-back Jimenez has given the Uruguayan very little room to get on his feet. Phil looked up and looked over with a blazing gaze.

Leon was already ready to draw his bow and release the arrow at a position far from the goal, and as soon as he made the action of blocking the opponent's foot, it turned into a passing action, directly shaking away Jimenez, forming a single knife momentum, bursting into the penalty area, and pushing -

The ball goes into the net.

When Leon ran over to celebrate with Phil, Phil had just gotten up from the ground.

"Nice ass assist!Thanks, bitch!"

Phil cursed hatefully, "Fat T!", but laughed out loud when he finished scolding.

4:2。

Leon didn't bother with Phil, holding him and pressing his head hard. Patrick arrived immediately, and Leon quickly let go of Phil and hugged No. 18 tightly, "It seems that you have learned a lot of tricks in Barcelona." Patrick curled the corners of his mouth, "Why do I remember I learned from you?, by the way, nice goal, fat lion!" Leon yelled, "I'm not fat!"

On the other side, Phil was surrounded by his teammates such as Henk, Ian, and Jacob, who were all around, praised one by one - "nice ass assist". Phil was helpless, and couldn't call each of them T. As they finally dispersed, Patrick rubbed his hair and said again, "Nice ass assist, Phil!"

Phil smiled fakely, "yes, yes." ”

I'm a Hulk, the most powerful superhero in the universe. Ass assists? That sounds so fucking unseemly. However, Phil also understands that the game is back in his hands. 166 Reading Network