80.Chapter 80
If Italian Claudio Ranieri walked into the press conference with a hint of helplessness and loneliness, then Spaniard NicolΓ‘s Flores walked in with a spring breeze.
3-0, a clean away win over last season's Premier League title, he definitely has a reason to be elated. What's more, Pep Guardiola has just beaten Loftus Road, and the gap between Everton and Manchester City has narrowed to just one point.
Perhaps, perhaps, at some point this season, the young Spanish coach will lead the Toffees to the top. At the press conference, many reporters assumed this in their hearts.
The handsome Nicholas smiled and unbuttoned his suit and took his seat safely.
Immediately there was a question from reporters about Ousmane Dembele, the best player of the match.
The Spaniard said, "Osman is one of the best young players I've ever seen, there's no doubt about it. I was surprised by his first goal, and you should have seen him get past Hutter and Morgan, and then past Kasper Schmeichel for the best defensive combination last season! As for the second goal, it was a genius to get up and score from that position, but if he couldn't score that goal, I would have to ban him from shooting from distance in the future. β
The reporters laughed. Nikola Ston paused and continued:
'I've heard that Patrick scored a really good goal against Manchester City as well and I'm sure the competition between these two youngsters will make this league even better. β
Premier League journalists are getting familiar with the handsome Latin manager's style. He may be a little bit like Jose, maybe a little bit like Pep, and you can even see Sir Alex Ferguson in him, but in fact, he is who he is.
It's very different from those famous handsomes.
In the eyes of The Sun's David King, Nick doesn't care so much about things at the football level, he cares more about his off-court news. The lace about him that was photographed by the Spanish entertainment media a few days ago and then reprinted by the Daily Star and The Sun is really not news to David King.
Because he knows more than that.
However, the Spaniard took the initiative to mention Patrick, which surprised him a bit. He was about to ask a question when a reporter from The Post asked about QPR's match against Manchester City.
"Nick, your old club just won Manchester City, which is equivalent to helping your team close the points gap with Manchester City, and Manchester United also failed to win, so your position is very advantageous, there are already a lot of people talking about the possibility of you going to the Champions League or competing for the league title, what position do you think Everton can get this season?"
With a sly smile on his face, Nicholas blinked and said: "You know, that's why I like the Premier League so much, because I'm looking forward to Everton's final standings this season as much as you do. β
The Mail reporter continued to ask, "Can ......you sue us directly?"
Nicholas interrupted him, "Maybe you'll come back next February and ask me that question, how about that?"
There was another slight laughter.
David King owes himself, and it looks like that's the last question.
And there was something strange about the question he asked.
"Nick, first of all, congratulations to your team on winning the game! At this point, I think your former assistant coach Lue may also be being questioned by reporters, she snatched three points from Manchester City, not only helped your team close the gap with Manchester City, but also helped her retain her position as acting head coach herself. As his mentor, would you like to tell her something?"
Nicholas smiled at first at the thin reporter, then grew more and more smiling, and when he finished asking the question, he nodded and said slowly, "Oh, a lot." First of all, she did a great job, better than I expected. Secondly, I think I'll go back and watch the footage of the QPR game against Manchester City, which must have been interesting. Finally, I'm looking forward to it, I'm looking forward to playing her. Of course, I would like to congratulate her as well. β
David's gaze was a little surprised, and it seemed that the Spaniards did not shy away from being intimate with her at all. Even, openly hinted at something.
It's funny.
Nicholas was already on his feet, and he had to call her, immediately, immediately.
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"Babe, how do you think I should reward you?" the boyfriend's voice sounded pleasant on the phone.
It's just that Lu Ling's first reaction when he heard this sentence was not so much.
"Nick, you say like I'm here for you......"
"I didn't say that, you're so sensitive. I mean, anyway, you helped me close the gap with Manchester City, and I, very, want, thank, you. The result of the last sentence being uttered word for word was that the call quickly became emotional/erotic.
After that, it was almost all the words of **.
"Next up is the international break, the last one of the year. How about you get a good rest and a day off? I'll be waiting for you in Liverpool. β
Lu Ling hesitated for a moment and agreed. She threw down her phone and sank into the swivel chair.
The call lasted for more than ten minutes, and she was obviously very excited when the call was going on, but when she hung up the phone, she had no last bit of strength.
The players had already gone home after the celebrations, and Harrington was nowhere to be at this point.
She looked at the TV on the wall, where Pep Guardiola's post-match interview was being replayed.
The Catalans looked rather disappointed, but kept their demeanor: "I feel like today I lost to a very talented manager and a very talented youngster. Every team loses and our players need to reflect as well, but it's far from the end. I'm looking forward to Christine's visit to the Etihad Stadium at the end of the season and hopefully she'll be QPR manager by then. β
Lu Ling turned off the TV.
Her mind replayed the scenes of the past few hours, Pyter's magical individual performance, City's ferocious attack, the blown-out equaliser and Vargas's winning goal.
And the one she herself said in her post-match press conference.
"As an acting manager, I've been sacked several times by you in just one month. I don't really care, but I hope you'll fire me a few less times in the future. β
The laughter was rhythmic, perhaps because of embarrassment.
"Give Manchester City their first defeat of the season? Oh, you ask me how it feels? I don't think I'll ever forget it because it feels amazing. But we are still in a very dangerous position and every league game after that is as important as today's game. I hope it's a season of mine. β
Will this be my season?
Lu Ling took a deep breath and felt the soreness in her feet, and she was about to bend down to take off her high heels.
But then, there was a knock at the door. Lu Ling sat down again and said, "Please come in." β
Pushing the door in was the club's president, Tony Fernandez.
The Malaysian was smiling, and he didn't wait for her to say goodbye, he just sat down in the corner of his desk, "Christine, I have to say, it's unbelievable to win against Tottenham and Manchester City, you've done a fucking great job! β
Lu Ling thanked him briefly and continued to wait for Tony to say the rest of the words.
"I didn't trust you enough before, and I need to apologize. I hope you will accept that the club has decided to keep you in charge as acting manager until the end of December, during which time I can personally assure you that there will be no contact with any other coach. We'll talk about that later. β
Although this was the result that Lu Ling expected, when this result was confirmed, the joy still welled up in his heart and appeared on his face.
Tony re-sees the big smile on the girl's face when he gave her the job.
They chatted a few more words, and there were actually many details to discuss, but neither of them seemed to be in the mood for that.
Just enjoy the joy of winning the top team.
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Lu Ling arrived home at about nine o'clock. She had just parked her car when she received a call from Patrick.
"Tina, I see you're home, come to my house for a coffee?"
She took out the key and was about to open the door, the boy's voice on the phone was flat, but it seemed that it was expectant.
"I'm a little tired. She said.
The other end was silent for a second, "Tina......"
Lu Ling's ghost turned her head suddenly, and a familiar figure stood at the door of the villa across the road looking at this side, she couldn't bear it, "The coffee you brewed is hard to drink." β
He didn't say anything, but she thought he must be smiling.
"Put more milk and no sugar. Lu Ling hung up the phone and walked in the direction of the boy.
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Patrick lifted his eyes, it had been a long time since they had seen each other in person.
After drinking coffee, Tina opened a bottle of red wine, and had already drunk most of it. Patrick himself only drank a little bit, he couldn't drink too much, and there was a training camp for the England team right away.
Tina, who said she was too lazy to talk while drinking coffee, got excited after taking her first sip of wine. Patrick couldn't remember what they had talked about, there always seemed to be a lot to say, and time passed quickly.
The clock pointed to half past eleven, and he stood up, "Tina, you should go back and rest early." Maybe I really shouldn't have called you. β
Lu Ling's face was ruddy, and after chatting with Pat for so long, the pressure was released a lot, but he still wanted to continue chatting. But she also knew that it was not too early, so she stood up.
When she got up, she shook a little because of fatigue and alcohol, and she almost didn't stand firm.
Patrick quickly grabbed her.
The girl looked up and saw the boy's bright eyes.
Patrick half-wrapped his arms around her, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds.
Patrick felt his heart stop beating at that moment.
Tina's red lips, misty eyes, and the charm exuding from her body are within reach.