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Tim Luiz has just perfunctory a PSG coach passing by him. He didn't even remember the name of the Frenchman, they had only met once at a coaching conference a few years ago. Tim tugged back his hair and looked at the Frenchman's back with a somewhat cloudy look. In fact, the Frenchman wasn't too carried away or blatantly embarrassed him, but the same fact is that the Frenchman wouldn't have come to greet him so enthusiastically if they hadn't just won the recent hot form of the Premier League team that snatched Patrick Amber from them in the summer.

The QPR assistant withdrew his gaze and headed for the home team's dressing room. During this time, he met many colleagues, including analyst Dwight, first-team coach Darryl, football director Monchi, and QPRTV producers, videographers and presenters, as well as club staff who are responsible for many tasks during home games. He had a casual conversation with some of them, but there was no smile on his face. And a few of them were following him to the locker room. As he approached the dressing room, Tim heard one of them say that the manager had gone to the post-match press conference. He thought that if reporters asked fucking questions, she might or may not lose her temper. She's always unpredictable.

Tim pushed open the locker room door, Dwight and Darryl went in with him, and Monch stopped and walked away. QPRTV people and other club employees who are not on the coaching staff have been locked out.

As usual, there was music, restless drumbeats and restless chants. There are constantly people coming in and out of the shower. In addition to smelly socks and shoes, smelly shin guards, bandages, and adhesive tape, there were towels, drink bottles, wrappers for energy bars, and a few puddles of water on the floor.

With his head down, Tim continued to talk to Dwight and Daryl about some of the second-half stats. It seems that the noise and smell of the locker room did not affect him. His gaze suddenly drifted to the left. Nail those water stains on the forehead. Those water stains made him feel extremely uncomfortable for a moment. Fuck, can't these guys just wipe it out?!

Then, both Darryl and Dwight's voices became quieter, and Patrick's voice entered Tim's ears.

'Listen, everybody, it was a really bad game, we could have played better, I knew we could. It's a shame we lost, but that doesn't mean we lost the chance to top the group, you know what I'm talking about?"

As soon as Patrick's voice fell, most of the players echoed him.

He's not a natural leader, but he definitely doesn't have a lower status in the dressing room than captain Ian. Tim thought. And, Patrick was right, this game is the second game of the Champions League group stage, and the team will travel to Paris in December to play away, and all the initiative is still in their own hands.

'We're going to play Arsenal in the league at the weekend and now, that game, we're going to have to focus all our attention!' Patrick continued. His voice isn't of the very rich kind, it's really a mid-bass, but it's magnetic, a bit like the lead singer of the boy band. As for his tone......

Tim looked up at the pretty man with the ice pack. Despite the injury, he looks good, both physically and mentally. And that kind of good, it's not that he doesn't care after losing, but that he knows exactly what to do next. He grew up a lot. Since the end of the game, Tim has rarely bent the corners of his mouth.

Patrick patted his buddy on the shoulder and handed over the rest to Ian.

Ian didn't speak. He nodded at Patrick, so as not to embarrass Patrick, but he really didn't want to talk for a while.

This group of bitches should be scolded. Ian thought. It's not time to inspire them. Wait for the boss to come back and lose his temper...... At that time, he could speak. He also wants to scold this group of lazy bones for a headache.

"Actually......" Leon, who had already taken a shower and changed into clean clothes, said suddenly, "If it weren't for some stupid guys who wanted to be heroes at the end, we could at least get a draw, and Timothy wouldn't have been hurt." ”

You may not be able to hear this, because there is a rap in the background that is sounding very rhythmically, and the sound is not small, but I don't know who turned off the music on his phone after Leon said half of it.

JT looked up and saw a lot of teammates staring at him. Patrick was a little absent-minded as he spoke, he probably knew it was Leon who was talking, but he didn't hear anything from the Uruguayans. He was worried that his boss would come back furious and that he might be scolded, even though he didn't seem to have done anything wrong, and he thought to himself that Timothy's injury was an opportunity for him—he was sympathetic, and he prayed that the Dutchman's injury wasn't too bad.

"What's wrong?" asked JT curiously.

Jacob sighed and muttered to himself, "You're stupid to shut down the song at this time." ”

JT licked his lips, his girlfriend had just messaged him, so he was closed. But before he could explain, Phil, who was only wearing a pair of panties, jumped up in front of Leon.

"Who the are you talking about, Leon?" Phil had actually been feeling guilty about his own handling. Even though fucking at the time he really wanted to be a hero.

Leon scolded the stupid donkey in his heart, but he didn't respond, but he gestured with his gaze.

Phil followed the Uruguayan gaze and realized that Leon was talking about Benjamin. Phil remembered this, and then turned to Benjamin, and said indignantly, "You stupid t, can't you pass a simple ball, there are so many choices next to you......"

Benjamin looked up, his gaze showing exhaustion, but in his heart, another emotion overshadowed the feeling of exhaustion. If he made a decision that he would find unforgivable afterwards, he would be very uncomfortable. For all the time from the whistle to the moment just now, he wished he could rewind.

Tim glanced at Benjamin, who knew Ben wouldn't say anything, or even remind Leon that he had assisted him in the goal, and the score remained 1-1 at one point. And Phil was still babbling as if it was Benjamin's fault that he lost the game, and it seemed like more and more of the fucking players were getting to feel the same way.

"Shut up, Phil, do you hear me? Shut up, bitch!" Tim yelled abruptly.

Phil's eyes widened for a moment, and his mouth opened wide. Tim Luiz's roars and yelling?!Tim Lewis's yelling and yelling - that fucking like a T-Rex sound...... And the fucking Tyrannosaurus rex has been extinct, I don't know how many fucking years. Phil was shocked, and he didn't even realize that he had honestly shut his mouth.

There was silence in the locker room.

After a while, even the shower was silent, and Henk and Gonzalo carefully wrapped themselves in bath towels and came out, followed by Hans.

Gonzalo sat down in front of his locker and timidly whispered to John beside him, "What's wrong?"

The Northern Loves impatiently pushed the Spanish kid away, "Listen to Mr. Louis, idiot. ”

****

Lu Ling drove everyone away and instructed the security guards not to allow anyone to approach, especially the media and PSG.

At the moment, she is the only one outside the door of the home team's dressing room.

In the locker room, Tim's roar continued. Lu Ling was still in shock. He hadn't lost his temper so much since she had known the man, never. Inside, she suspected, the players were also scared.

'Pater was injured at the start of the game and we were really unlucky. So, you don't fucking kick anymore? napping on the pitch or being spooked out of those PSG players? Most of you fucking won the Premier League title when you didn't have Patter, remember? Or are you fucking amnesia?!"

She heard Phil's voice. "I don't even have a chance to get the ball......"

"Phil Warren, without my permission you can say a fucking word, just fucking get me out to the reserves! What's wrong? You think I'm just a fucking assistant and don't have that power, do you?

For more than ten seconds, no one said anything.

"It's not Ben's responsibility to lose the ball, it's everyone's, including me! I just talked to Dwight and Daryl about a lot of interesting stats and moments in this game...... Lu Ling sneered when he heard Tim say this, "I can tell each of you what mistakes you made in this game, everyone! Whoever doesn't believe the fuck, just stand up and ask me!"

Still no one spoke.

"No, really? Okay, looks like you all know you have a problem. Listen, winning a few games is nothing! Seasons are fucking long, I don't want to say that a hundred times every season, I'm not your fucking grandmother! Think for yourself! Use your brains!"

Lu Ling chose to push the door at this time and enter.

All eyes are on the manager. What Lu Ling saw was that the green tendons on Tim's neck were protruding, and there was still saliva hanging on his chin. The assistant turned his head to her, and his anger did not subside.

She understood where Tim's outbursts were coming from.

She glanced at the locker room, and her gaze was extremely cold. She asked, "Did you understand what Tim said?"

For half a second, the players still didn't seem to know whether to speak out at this moment. It was Ian who spoke first, "Boss, we know we're playing like shit this time...... I mean, I get it. ”

The other players then followed the captain and began to echo him.

"You know what the next focus is?" asked the manager, still with a cold face.

Ian got up from his seat, "Arsenal." He spat out the word.

Immediately after, the players' chaotic voices, big and small, rang out.

"We're going to win against Arsenal!"

"Pat said that we would win that game, boss. ”

……

Lu Ling looked around and nodded, didn't say anything more, and left the locker room, and Tim went out with her.

"Do you want to talk to me now or ......," Lu Ling asked the assistant teacher in a low voice.

Tim's voice was a little hoarse, probably because of what he had just yelled at. "Tomorrow, Christine, tomorrow. ”

"Good. Get a good night's sleep. ”

****

It was the end of September, but the heating in the house was already on, and despite the humidification, it was still dry.

Zoe was napping on her lap. Patrick reads a tactics article on the other side of the couch for the QPR vs. PSG game. Looking at the time of publication, the author should have written an analysis while watching the competition, and he should have not had time to watch the video. Patrick quickly read it and came to the conclusion that the author was throughout. After that, he saw updates from several of his teammates on Twitter or Instagram. "It's a bad result, keep trying", "We're going to play better in the future", "Thank you for your support, unfortunately we didn't deserve it today......

Patrick himself previously updated Instagram, in addition to telling fans that his injury was not serious, he also wrote:

[It's a pity that today's result is that we will come back stronger.] Faith!]

Actually, everyone is in a similar tone and wording. Patrick thought. Then he remembered Tim's angry appearance in the locker room.

Everything is chaotic.

If we push forward from today's results, maybe everyone will feel that strange emotions have been spreading in the dressing room for a long time. It's just that until everything actually happens, everyone will really realize and admit it.

He looked up at her, and she had been touching Zoe in a daze for a long time. He didn't know what she was thinking. "Would you like to talk?" he asked. He didn't expect her to come over tonight, but he's glad she did. At least, when she's in a bad mood, she wants him to be by her side.

Lu Ling put Zoe down first, then raised his right hand and pinched his sore neck, before turning to Patrick and asking, "What are you talking about?

"Whatever. Patrick said. He put down his phone, moved closer to her, and said softly, "Come here, girl." ”

Lu Ling still looked at him, but his brows furrowed, he didn't move, and his eyes were still a little dazed.

Patrick pouted helplessly, and the next moment, Lu Ling had more hands around his neck.

He massaged her shoulders and neck as he said, "At least my hands are healthy." ”

Lu Ling felt his whole body relax. She shifted her seat, leaned back slightly, closed her eyes, and murmured, "Thank you, Pat." I really need this. 'Playing Arsenal at the weekend, Pat won't be able to play, she thought.

In fact, her thoughts were extremely confused, and Tim's angry voice seemed to still be in her ears. Arsenal started the game with three wins in a row before dipping form......

The man's hands touched her skin again and again. Neck, collarbones, shoulders. More and more like an electric current. Lu Ling found that his ability to concentrate was declining. He was just massaging and nothing superfluous. She told herself. But she still couldn't hold back, and made a little sound from her throat. At that moment, his breath came to the back of her head. Her freshly relaxed body tensed again. His fingers didn't move again, and then his lips touched her neck, and he was gnawing on it as if he were not there. He knew it was one of her most sensitive places. It was very light and light, but it was no longer an electric current because it was too hot. The burning heat that once burned each other. The sound of a tattoo machine suddenly buzzed in her head. And his hoarse and addictive voice immediately shattered the voice, "baby, baby..."

She knew she couldn't turn back, and if she did, he would kiss her. Even though she misses his kisses a lot. They kissed for the last time......

Lu Ling opened his eyes abruptly and jumped up from the sofa. Zoe was startled, snorted unhappily, and ran away, but ran to the edge of the living room and yelled at them again, still expressing her displeasure.

Lu Ling looked at Zoe. It was a Christmas present she gave him. That little pit bull in the snow has grown so big.

"Zoe, good girl, go to bed. Lu Ling heard Patrick say softly.

But she didn't dare to look at him. She knew he wanted to get closer, and so did herself.

But......

She hates but, fucking she hates the most, but, whenever there is a but, it's not a fucking good outcome.

Zoe snorted a few last days and ran to her little castle.

Patrick stood up. Finally, Lu Ling looked at him. He doesn't have any special expressions, and his eyes are very patient. She swallowed dryly, feeling difficult, but she had to do it. "We may have to talk, but I don't have the time right now, and I haven't figured it out. You know what I mean, Pat. ”

Patrick looked into her eyes, smiled faintly, and asked, "Tina...... Do you want me to take a step back?"

No! a voice howled in her heart, but she looked at him and nodded.

Patrick lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds before he lifted his eyes and shook his head firmly.

"Tina, I can't do it. He approached her as he spoke, brushing her cheek lightly with the back of his hand, his voice clear and persistent, "Baby, I know you feel the same thing as me, and there is no point in deceiving me or yourself." I also know what you're worried about. I've thought about it a lot, really, I've been thinking about it since I decided to come back. My dream since I was a kid was to be a professional footballer, and your dream since I was a kid was to be a professional coach, and there's a certain probability that we'll be on the same team, so why can't we be together? It's not like you're my professor, what benefits can I get from you, I don't need you to give me A, what we have to do is get A's together...... And, you know, there's a situation where the father is the coach and the son is the player, and they don't show favoritism, so why do we have to? I know, I know, there's still a dressing room problem and the media and the fans see it that way...... But I've proven what kind of player I am, and you've proven what kind of coach you are......"

His voice grew ambiguous, his touch still like electricity. He was kind and seductive.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Patrick leaned closer. His lips touched the side of her face, touching and not touching, "baby... Everybody knows the story of our past, but nothing happens, does it? I have you, you have me, I want to see that king of spades......" he said and kissed the side of her cheek, and then little by little, moving towards her lips. He was a little scared, no, scared, how long had it been since he had kissed her? fucking he felt like a virgin, even a little boy who hadn't kissed.

However, she moved and turned her face.

Patrick was a little disappointed, and a little angry. He jerked his arms around her waist, his lips dropping down. He didn't know what he wanted to do, he remembered the first time he kissed her, it was fucking stupid, stupid, but he seemed to be fucking doing the same thing again. His lips fell on her pretty neck, getting hotter and crazier......

She actually likes it, and she doesn't really want to refuse all of them. She gasped and muttered his name, "Pat, Pat, ......"

"baby, kiss me—" his lips went around the back of her ear.

His rapid breathing and everything else she sensed made her whole body soften.

"Pat ...... You don't understand...... It's not just those ......" She struggled to push him away, but didn't really push him hard.

"Let me understand. Patrick bit her ear hard. He prayed it wasn't because damn it, she hadn't completely forgotten about the man.

“…… you brokefug heart! patrick amber!”

Her shrill voice froze all his movements for a moment. Even breathing is stagnant. 166 Reading Network