This is the first time Lu Ling has come to the city of Liverpool after breaking up with Nick. It had been almost a year, she thought.

In winter, there were still a lot of seagulls, and she couldn't hear them in the car, but she knew she didn't like them.

She sat by the window, and it was already dark, but it wasn't all dark. She looked at the low clouds and birds in the distance, and she realized that she could no longer remember how she had escaped the city that morning.

She got off the bus, and it was already dark.

The wind was surprisingly strong. She forgot her scarf in her seat. She didn't want to go back and get it, she wouldn't lose it anyway.

Outside the QPR fans, there were sporadic Everton fans shouting "Nick!Nick!" at this side, and Lu Ling walked into the building without squinting.

The home team actually arrived a little earlier than the QPR. The Everton manager was in the dressing room discussing the details with the coaching staff, but he didn't see Juan and he happened to be looking for him, so he opened the door to the dressing room.

Then, Nicholas ran into the visiting QPR manager.

Three months passed.

She coiled her hair up, revealing the full contours of her face, with a few strands hanging down her ears. The eyes are smart, even though they look a little tired. Didn't she sleep well last night? Her lips were a little pale, probably because she had just come in from outside. She wears black heels, black pants, and a camel-colored coat with no buttons, and only a delicately designed white silk shirt underneath. No scarves were worn. Slender, sexy. Isn't she cold?

Nicholas stared at the girl, almost forgetting that the phone call was not pleasant at all.

Lu Ling paused and also looked at the Everton manager.

The length of his hair never seemed to change, probably with hairspray, she wasn't sure, his hair was a bit stiff and black, sometimes not so easy to tell. There is still a short stubble. He wore a dark blue suit today, with a light blue shirt underneath and a blue tie – the official tie of the Everton club.

She remembered that the other day there were players in the dressing room discussing his attire. The latest issue of GQ also comes to join in the excitement of this game that fans all over England and even the world are watching.

They summed up the style of dressing since the arrival of the Spaniards in England. He is said to be the best football coach in taste.

In fact, there are many football managers who dress exquisitely, but many more have a more casual style. Lu Ling should be regarded as the latter. Although there are also fashion magazines that summarize her style of dressing - calling her tasteful first-class.

I don't know if it was intentional, but she was also on that issue of GQ magazine.

GQ ranked the world's sexiest lady in fourth place.

When Pat saw it, he pouted and said to her, "Fourth, shouldn't it be first?"

"You're number one. Maybe you should go for the number one on this leaderboard. Because Patrick was voted the sexiest man in the world by the British women's fashion magazine UR, she laughed and teased the guy at the time. And on the list of "UR", Nick is also on it, and he is ranked fourth.

He threw away the magazine, hugged her, and said that in his heart there was only one sexy girl in the world. Lu Ling glanced at the spread out "GQ" that was thrown to the ground, although Pat said so, the girl who ranked first was indeed beautiful.

Lu Ling came back to his senses and nodded at the Everton manager, but he didn't react. She was about to walk past him,

She suddenly thought of something, suddenly turned around, took two steps towards him, and said in a low voice: "You have no right to forbid me to watch your game, I am no longer your subordinate." Also, that's my job. ”

His expression was like that of Northern Europe, but he nodded slightly after listening to her words.

She was a little surprised, but there was nothing more to say.

"Christine. Before she could turn her face, he called her name.

Lu Ling looked at him with a slight frown.

He leaned over to her side and leaned into her ear: "I heard everything you said to me at the pre-match press conference...... You're looking forward to seeing me, aren't you?"

Patrick didn't think about anything while he was wearing headphones, regulating his emotions. Not wanting to look up and see this scene, he took off his headphones abruptly. It almost hit Campbell next to him. The Costa Rican muttered, "Look a little, Patrick."

Patrick ignored his teammates, but he didn't have time to do anything. Because the Everton boss quickly straightened up and kept the right distance.

"I'm looking forward to playing against you. Lu Ling looked at the handsome man in a suit and leather shoes opposite, showing a little smile, a little provocative, "This time, I will win you." ”

The Spaniard's gaze darkened on her moving lips. He smiled too, just as confident, "No, you won't." He stared at her, "Also, I already know that many things are out of your control. He lowered his eyelids slightly.

A look of surprise flashed across Lu Ling's face. It's really not like what he would say.

"But, the game......" he shrugged his shoulders and whispered, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." "You're finally back.

He waited for her for three months. No. He waited for her for a year.

She looked him in the eye, and he looked at hers. She didn't get any information.

"Oh, by the way, I'm too old?" Nicholas sneered, his eyes drifting to the side.

Patrick was walking past them when he paused and shoved the scarf into Lu Ling's hand, "You forgot your scarf, baby." He spoke quickly and not loudly. Lu Ling heard this title, she wasn't sure if Nick heard it, and more importantly, she wasn't sure if other players or staff members who passed by heard it. She didn't know if Pat was used to it, or if it was on purpose. She looked at him, a faint smile on his face, winked at her, and was already walking towards the locker room. Didn't look at the Everton manager the whole time.

Lu Ling looked at the Spaniard again and responded to his previous words: "Nick, you don't really mind, do you? That's a damn joke." ”

"You know I've never been generous. His eyes flickered indifferently over her face as he turned to the old parts of the QPR who were coming this way.

Yu Zixiang was very excited to see Nicholas, and they hugged each other. The Everton boss congratulated Ian on wearing the captain's armband. Several members of the QPR coaching staff also stopped to chat with him, all of whom had worked together for most of the season.

Lu Ling looked back one last time before walking into the locker room.

Nick is charismatic.

Last season, Ian was crushed by Dembele after eight minutes in the heavy defeat at Loftus Road, while Zixiang was sent off after two yellow cards. But that didn't affect Nick's personal relationship with the two players in the slightest. Although they both turned down Everton's offer, Ian still invited him to the wedding. At the reunion in Edinburgh, Nick talked and laughed with them.

Now, when they see him, they still respect him.

He suddenly looked over to her, and before making eye contact, she turned her head and walked into the dressing room.

****

The players have already warmed up and are back with less than ten minutes to go, and they will be lining up in the tunnel of the players.

Lu Ling stood on Glenn's side, still emphasizing what she had said to him on the training ground, during which she turned her head to look at Xiang and Ian.

In that fiasco, Nick's knowledge of these two players determined the trend of the game, easily shattering all of her tactical deployments.

Before this match, Zixiang and Ian had told her separately that they would not make the same mistakes. She believed in them.

Nine months on, two young players are growing.

She glanced at Pat again. He was talking to Hans about something. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the state and mood. She didn't have time to ask him if the "baby" was unintentional or deliberate, but in fact, whether it was intentional or unintentional, she could understand. She just didn't want that to affect his game.

Patrick noticed her gaze and smiled at her and raised his eyebrows, much like flirting. Hans looked back at Patrick's expression. The manager had already looked away, but Hans saw a smile on her lips.

In fact, what Lu Ling was most worried about was the Yorkshire boy in front of him.

She looked at him.

Glenn Mitchell had her head down, her lips closed. The tactical tasks that Lu Ling repeatedly explained to him in this game, the smart Glenn should have taken it to heart.

But......

She was a little worried and didn't show it. She smiled and patted Glenn on the shoulder, trying to relieve him of the pressure.

But when it comes to pressure, who hasn't in this QPR team? From the start of the season until now, this young team has been winning constantly, with 13 wins, 2 draws, and 41 points, and they haven't dropped since they reached the top of the table.

But today's opponent, Everton led by Nick Flores, has been clutching the points and is now only one point away from them.

Maybe Nick was right at the press conference.

QPR, as a chased, will be more stressful.

And this pressure gradually accumulates and makes people a little breathless.

The top of the list is not an easy place to sit.

And this team, so young.

Including her.

Lu Ling finally turned to all the players and yelled as rough as Nedham usually did:

"Boys, go win the game!"

She had said something similar in the Championship but was ridiculed in the dressing room.

At the moment, however, no player laughs.

Bielsa says her team isn't as coherent as Nick's, and she doesn't think so.

Now, the boys in front of her know the importance of this fight, and if she wins, it means leaving her biggest rival behind.

Even though she's never said anything like she wants to win a championship, not even to Pat and Tim – she knows that must have crossed the minds of every player and every member of the coaching staff.

The result of this game may be more important than the result of the previous game against Manchester City.

Ian stood up.

Lu Ling looked at the Scotsman, he had grown a little taller and stronger in the past two years. At this moment, with a resolute expression, he shouted loudly in English with a Scottish accent:

"Do you hear that, boys, let's go kill those Liverpudlians!"

Respond to every call.

QPR players in white away jerseys walked out of the dressing room.

Patrick walked past Lu Ling when she grabbed his arm.

She just wanted to speak.

Patrick smiled at her, his eyes full of confidence. He glanced at the dressing room, only Tim was, and he looked out the door again, but no one was passing, and he kissed her on the forehead very quickly.

"I'll get good luck from here, don't worry. He said and ran out. 166 Reading Network