In the first fifteen minutes of extra time, Patrick, who had been severely depleted, still created a through ball and a high-quality long-range shot from the perimeter, but failed to score.

At half-time, Patrick suffered severe cramps and strained injuries — he was the most running and sprinting player in the game.

England's last substitution was Raheem Sterling coming on for Patrick Amber.

Patrick was greeted with a standing ovation from the crowd, including the Brazilian fans. It was a moment in which countless English and non-English fans were moved in front of their televisions.

Patrick glanced back at the court, the corners of his mouth twitching, there was a lot in his eyes, tiredness, restlessness, and gratitude, which the camera captured. He raised his hands above his head and thanked all the fans.

The camera always follows him, he returns to the bench and drinks a lot of water. Around him, his coach and teammates were talking to him. He stared at the field and nodded.

He swore that he did everything he could. Now, the only thing he can do is pray, and England needs a little good luck. He has to be persistent in believing something. Believe in your teammates, believe in the coach, believe that England can run over this opponent.

Although, the opponent is five-star Brazil.

Lu Ling couldn't see the man sitting on the bench anymore, there were too many people between her and him, and she didn't know that he was probably there unless his Kim made a move.

From the perspective of an onlooker, she is well aware that the scales of promotion are already tilting in Brazil's favor.

England's only player who could really contain Brazil's firepower was gone. Yes, there may still be plenty of good players on the pitch for England, but how much luck will it take to keep the Brazilians at bay? Yes, Gabriel Jesus and Neymar must be tired too. But so are their opponents.

England used up three substitutions and could only get their forwards involved in defence, but the England players on the pitch were in a loose state. The technical prowess of the Brazilian players began to come into play, and the England defence was deployed at will, so that the overall defense of England was more scattered.

If you can have someone up front, force these scattered points together, and create some attacks, you may not be able to score, but at least hopefully disrupt Brazil's rhythm and drag the game into a penalty shootout. Raheem Sterling, who had just been replaced, was fit, but he couldn't support that style of play.

In fact, no one but Patrick could do it.

In the 111th minute, Brazil intercepted the ball at the back, counterattacked quickly, and Neymar scored a goal with a long drive to exceed the score again.

Ian threw down his arm, rolled his eyes, and spat out a "**". All England fans hugged their heads in disappointment the moment the goal was scored. And the other half of the stadium, the yellow jerseys are surging and surging, accompanied by earth-shattering cheers, the carnival of Brazilians has arrived.

Lu Ling raised his wrist, there was still ...... left She looked at her watch, and there were less than ten minutes left. She glanced in the direction of the England dugout, Pat, what are you thinking? She couldn't see the blonde hair, and she suddenly felt that what she had seen earlier might not be him. Maybe it's Luke Shaw. With so many people, so far away, how could she see clearly?

"Christine, what do you think ......"

Without waiting for Ian to finish, Lu Ling shook his head and answered his question, "I don't have expectations. She glanced at the England fans, "Still, they believe they can equalise." Sometimes, you have to be so hopeful. ”

Even if the odds are remote.

In the 115th minute, Neymar took a free kick and Brazilian defender Marquinhos headed in to seal the win.

Lu Ling closed his eyes, and the World Cup belonging to England was over. Perhaps, for many Englishmen, this summer has ended early. Sochi at this time is not cold, but at this moment, whether or not, there are many people who feel that the cold winter in Russia is coming early.

She wondered what he was thinking. She knew that the TV camera would definitely give the pretty boy, but she wasn't in front of the TV, she was here, she couldn't see his expression, she couldn't see his eyes, she couldn't guess his heart.

She wanted to give him a hug and talk to him with very cliché words of comfort.

For example, you are still young, and you still have the opportunity to chase, to touch, the golden cup of life.

****

Mario Fernandez came off the bench in the last minute. In fact, Brazil did not need to use up the last substitution at all, but the cautious Brazilian coach Tite still chose to delay the time and give the QPR central defender a little playing time.

Mario hadn't reached 500 meters before the whistle sounded at the end of the race.

The score of 4:2 ended.

Everyone in the Brazilian dugout rushed into the stadium, celebrating the promotion with the players and the pro-Brazil fans in the stands, while the English were crying, in the stands, on the grass and on the bench.

This is a tough game, and it is also a brutal World Cup knockout game, football matches are always hard and brutal.

Lu Ling turned his head and said to Ian with a blank face, "It's been a difficult night. ”

Ian sighed, he could imagine how tired the players on the field were, 120 minutes of play consumption is very different from 90 minutes of game consumption. And if you're a winner, this fatigue may be washed away a bit, but if you're a loser, you may just feel exhausted.

"yes, it's going to be a sleepless night, both for the winners and the losers. The Scotsman sighed again.

Lu Ling pursed her lips, she hoped that Patter, Zixiang, Glenn and Jacob could sleep well. Sometimes, a good night's sleep can change a lot of things. It's just that a good sleep is always a luxury.

She, Ian and Kate were still standing in the stands, not in a hurry to leave.

****

Patrick's legs are wrapped in ice packs. Slowly, he took the ice pack and got up from the bench. He broke out in a cold sweat, not knowing if it was because of the pain or because of this terrible result. The people around him were talking to him, and all he could hear was a buzzing sound.

Tina, watching him in front of the TV? yes, she definitely is.

He walked to the court. There, there are a lot of exhausted teammates. Their eyes were as dazed and lost as he was. A lot of them are crying.

Mario suddenly ran over from the carnival of Brazilian players and ran towards him.

"Hey, Patrick, are you alright?"

Patrick was still a little wooden, but grinned, "I'm fine, Mario." ”

Mario hugged him and continued to say in stiff English, "Man, I wish you were staying in QPR. ”

Patrick patted him on the shoulder, but didn't speak. He doesn't have the energy to think about the club, the transfer. He walked towards his teammates. He actually wanted to cry a little too. It was a night to be able to shed tears for, and no one would think he was cowardly. If only he could cry, he thought. But his emotions were locked in his throat, locked in a void of brain. He looked up, the night sky was pitch black, there was not a single starlight, but the stadium was so bright.

At this moment, he seemed to go back to two years ago.

Two years ago, as a child, England were eliminated by Portugal at the European Championships. In that tournament, he started off the bench and eventually became an absolute mainstay for England, but not at the core. After losing the match, he returned to London in despair, but after that, he left London even more desperately.

Two years later, he was no longer a child.

But once again, he felt that frustration and powerlessness.

Gabriel Jesus came over to change shirts with him and comforted him, captain Jordan Henderson hugged him and comforted his crying team-mates – especially Zixiang, who cried like a little boy who hadn't received any Christmas presents. He actually envied him a little.

Patrick slapped his buddy on the back, only a buzz in his ears.

It's over.

His first World Cup, in Sochi, Russia, ended.

Lu Ling took one last look at the two hugging figures on the field and turned around.

Pate's World Cup ended tonight with six goals and two assists.

However, it was not only those that remained, but the last 20 minutes of the second half against Brazil, which had no stats. Anyone who watched the game will talk about his lone heroic performance for years to come.

"Are you going to see him? tonight. Ian put his arm around Kate, suddenly turned around and whispered.

Hearing this question, Lu Ling was stunned, and then, she shook her head, not a negative answer, but I don't know.

But, actually, she wanted to see him.

****

The traffic jam was terrible. It's always the end of the game.

Lu Ling sat a little sleepy in the car, but her brain was active, which seemed to be full of contradictions, like a frustrated England fan and an excited Brazilian fan outside the car window.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

It's Patrick.

Without any hesitation, she answered the call. In terms of timing, England boss Sam Allardyce should have left the dressing room for his post-match press conference.

Lu Ling couldn't imagine what the England dressing room would be like at this moment, but she could imagine Brazil.

She heard the fragmented conversation on the other end. She couldn't hear the specifics, but she knew it was a sad melody.

"Tina, I already know you're here, where are you now?"

"I was in the car, on the way back to the hotel, and the traffic was terrible...... I'm sorry, Pat ......"

He interrupted her.

"I can understand that you didn't tell me before, but aren't you going to meet with me?"

"I haven't decided ...... yet"

"Tina......

It was supposed to be a silence, or something else. But here, in fact, the call between the two was briefly interrupted.

Lu Ling heard someone on the other end call Patrick's name, saying that Amber was now outside the locker room.

In an instant, Lu was angry. Although reason told her that she had no reason to be angry. She knew Amber was there, and in fact, she caught a glimpse of Amber from afar in the VIP lounge after halftime and after the game, and they even made eye contact and they both smiled at each other. It was a strange feeling.

It may be normal for Amber to come to the game, and she has already said on social media that she supports England. However, if Amber went to find Patrick outside the locker room, it was likely that Pater asked her to watch his game.

"So, you invited her to your game?" she asked.

Patrick said to his teammates on the other side, "Please help me tell her, I'm sorry, I'm busy, please don't wait, I'm in a bad mood." Then he said on the phone: "I didn't invite her, she just told me when she was there that she wanted to come......"

"Are you going to tell me you're just friends?"

After being interrupted, he was silent on the other end.

Lu Qi felt that her upper and lower lips trembled a little, and she didn't want to play an unreasonable ex-girlfriend on such a bad night. She took a deep breath, calming her emotions, "I'm sorry, Pat. I regret today's result. I'm in a bad mood too, I want England to win against Brazil and I'm sorry you played so well and ...... in the end."

"I didn't...... I didn't...... I mean, I didn't...... I told you, I wouldn't ......."

Patrick was incoherent.

She had already digressed from the subject, and he brought her back into that mood.

"I probably shouldn't ask, at least not at this time, but I really want to know, did you hint at her? Are you with her? A girl like her, if you don't show any interest in her, I don't believe she's going to ......."

"I think so. ”

His answer shut her up. She should have shut up a long time ago.

He asked again, "Did you go with him in Marbella?"

"I think so. ”

He was silent for a few seconds, and then sneered and said, "That's fair, isn't it......?

After this red light, turn right, the fans gradually diverge, and the road is finally clear. Lu Ling looked at everything strange outside the window, the familiar male voice in her ears became smaller and smaller, and finally she couldn't hear any of the words he said.

So, she called out his name, "Pat." ”

He was quiet over there, waiting.

"You're right. Fair enough. "I'm sorry for tonight's result, but you're still young, and in two years, or four years, I'm sure things will be different." Hope you get a good night's sleep tonight. ”

He didn't speak.

Lu Ling bit his lower lip vigorously, "I think, let's not meet." Have a great vacation. Good night. ”

"Suityourself." Patrix didn't say goodnight, coldly dropped the sentence, and hung up the phone.

****

After the game, the English media and fans began to ravefully praise Patrick Amber's performance, arguing that England were still heroes despite the loss, and criticising Sam Allardyce's tactics. And fans around the world generally believe that this is the best match of this tournament so far, and even one of the best matches in the history of the World Cup.

But in any case, Sam Allardyce led LinkedIn Gran to the quarter-finals of the World Cup, which is a good result for a long time. His position will not be threatened. The Englishman also confirmed this to reporters at his post-match press conference. He will continue to lead LinkedIn to the tournament. And blessed Brazil, which successfully advanced to the semi-finals.

Lu Ling returned to the hotel room and collapsed on the bed. The mattress sinks, and so does the body. The ceiling was blurred and tilted, but she didn't have any alcoholic beverages at all. She reached for her phone, and there were messages and missed calls and emails. But she didn't know what to open.

She began to talk to herself:

"It's not out of the question, and if Sam Allardyce had been able to put Patrick in a position where he was more likely to be involved in the attack and give him more freedom of movement, it would have been a different game from the start......

She felt a little more at peace, and her mind began to replay the game that had just passed, and she began to move from scattered thoughts to concentrated thoughts. But in the end, all the thinking still fell on the back of No. 7.

“**!**!**!” She shouted.

And to no avail, her mood was still terrible.

The phone in her hand vibrates. She hurriedly took it and took a look, and she was immediately disappointed.

It's club owner Nathan Neal Lawrence.

The American happily said on the phone: "Hey, beauty, I only knew that you were on the scene today when I watched TV, I thought you were so busy that you didn't even go home recently, but I didn't expect the mysterious appearance in Sochi." ”

Lu Ling opened his mouth, only to realize that he didn't even have the strength to fight back or taunt Nate.

She just asked, "What's the matter?"

On the other hand, Nathan Neil was taken aback by her reaction. After a while, he said, "I think you haven't read the email yet, or you haven't received a call from Simon." Barcelona's funding problems may be resolved, they are ready to sell Suarez, and a deal for Patrick will soon be officially on the agenda. I think you can talk to Simon about the details. ”

"Okay, I see, I'll call Simon back or email me later. Anything else?"

"Do you know your voice sounds like a dead man right now?"

"Can the dead speak?"

"Thank God, my manager is still alive and at least she can still tell bad jokes. ”

"Haha. Lu Ling smirked stiffly.

"In fact...... I'm also in Sochi. I wanted to catch the race, but the route was too busy and it was delayed for several hours, and I arrived almost after the race. I also wanted to stay in Russia for a few more days if England qualified...... However, England was eliminated, perhaps a good thing for the club. ”

"Perhaps. She said perfunctorily.

"When are you going back to London?"

"A little while, or tomorrow morning. ”

"What if I offer you a short vacation?"

****

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