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Lu Ling, like the whole team, enjoyed the joy of 3:0 in the opening nineteen minutes. But after Marco Silva changed Everton's formation to 343, she smelled a hint of danger.

The Portuguese showed a very resolute attitude after being three goals down. This is also quite interesting in Lu Ling's opinion. To be honest, if a football match is played for 19 minutes and the score is already 3:0, then the outcome of the game is almost predictable. A turnaround is a small probability event. Marco's substitutions in the first half were not a gamble, but more of an experiment.

And just now, the seventeen-year-old Pierre Rongkai, known as the "new Zidane", defeated John in a way that no one could have predicted. Even though she'd seen him perform on video, it was clearly more profound than what was happening right in front of her eyes. And the way the French boy played the ball seemed to be all about it, moving and turning with his light footsteps...... It was like a lover's caress of a continuous touch of the ball......

Very French.

The QPR coach decided not to change his style of play for the time being and continued to observe.

****

As the half-time whistle blew, Benjamin let out a long breath. Patrick was ahead, and Captain Ian was already walking side by side with Number 18, and the two were talking to each other.

Everyone saw Patrick's three goals, and everyone was conquered – and Benjamin felt that it wasn't Patrick at full play. Benjamin lifted his jersey and wiped his sweat while rejoicing that he was a teammate, not an enemy. And, in the future, if he gets into the England national team, they can also play side by side in the national team.

Benjamin didn't know what the manager was thinking, but he felt he had a good chemistry with Patrick on the court. Playing with people like that, you're going to get better and better.

The score on the scoreboard is still 3:0.

Everton's defence was in disarray. However, conceding three goals in 16 minutes (3rd to 19th minutes) was somewhat accidental. Since then, the Toffees have adjusted their formation and added a central defender. In the next twenty-five minutes, they were much tighter, and it was not so easy to break through.

And three attackers in their team......

Felipe Delgado. Benjamin knew that it was Everton's Mexican centre-forward who had intercepted QPR two years earlier. He had a mediocre first half – others might think so, but Benjamin felt Delgado put Glenn and Mensah under pressure.

Bruno Elgas. It looks a bit detached from the whole team, and likes to handle the ball by itself. There is a bright tattoo on the back of his neck, and when Benjamin saw it on the video, he deliberately paused for a few seconds, and it turned out that the South American, nicknamed "Poison Dart Frog", had a pair of golden wings tattooed there. A choice with religious implications. The idea is good, Benjamin just doesn't dare to compliment this person's aesthetic ......

As for the dark-haired, Frenchman of about his height......

Pierre Rongkai and Benjamin had a couple of direct confrontations in the first half. The Frenchman moved between midfield and attack, haphazardly but effectively bonding the team, linking Everton players who may not be familiar with each other.

Pierre does resemble Zinedine Zidane, and he seems to feel a bit like himself when he plays with his opponents...... Benjamin thought so, and immediately, a voice in his head said, "That kid plays football in a completely different way than you."

The seventeen-year-old Frenchman was undoubtedly more favored by God.

A towel was handed over, Benjamin sat in front of his locker with his head down, thinking about what happened in the first half, he took it and said "thank you", and did not look up, naturally he didn't know who handed the towel. But he snapped into the feet on the ground in girls' sneakers. He hurriedly raised his head.

"Remember what I told you?" she asked condescendingly. And the look on her face and her lowered gaze made it difficult for Benjamin to judge joy and anger.

Benjamin nodded, but was silent. He knew what she meant.

Towards stoppage time in the first half, he dropped back to defence. In front of him was the childish-looking black-haired boy Rong Kai. One may be accidental, but two or three probably not. Again, it was a very impromptu action. The Frenchman alternated between using his left and right feet to step on the ball and step back. Yes, Pierre Ronche is very fond of the action of stepping on the ball with the sole of his foot, and then he starts to step on the ball horizontally with his left foot and pull it diagonally forward, as if to tease Benjamin with his foot, is it a feint? I can't keep up with that.

It was Benjamin's first Premier League start. He felt like he was sprinting more than ever before in this half. This is still a 3-0 situation.

The head coach has called analyst Dwight over.

Benjamin then saw his first-half run stats on Dwight's iPad. In fact, he ran more distance than he thought, and the number of sprints and the average intensity of his runs were even more impressive. He felt his heart and lungs being challenged, felt his thighs still tremble slightly, felt the accumulation of lactic acid in his muscles, and the burden it brings. The stats are obviously positive, but every muscle in his body makes him feel frustrated. He looked up, and unexpectedly, she smiled at him.

The manager said: 'I'm happy with your performance in the first half, it was fantastic. ”

After that, she walked to the center and pulled over the tactical board. The teaching assistant also walked up to her. Time was running out and they were going to start setting up their tactics for the second half.

****

The atmosphere in the dressing room in the midfield, which leads by three goals, is not only relaxed but also relaxed. Patrick took a sip and glanced to the side. Even Glenn was a little absent-minded when he listened to the manager. However, perhaps, it has something to do with the fact that she has already finished the most important thing. Patrick looked away and looked back at the manager. She had previously praised his performance in the first half with humor. The teammates followed suit, and soon got to the point. In fact, in private, she is a little stingy with the praise of the players. Patrick knew it was her growing style. Eating pizza once in a while is obviously more exciting.

"Alright, that's all, get ready to get out, boys. Play well in the second half. She turned around as she spoke, and seemed ready to go out.

Patrick glanced at the clock on the wall, and with a few minutes left in the second half, he shoved a piece of gum into his mouth and stood up. The boots he wore today were brand new custom-made by the sponsors, dark blue, and fit perfectly. Before the game, Jacob teased him, "Yo, Pat, new boots, you have to score at least three goals in this game." "Who would have thought that guy would really be right. However, Patrick thinks Jacob actually wants to say something else, such as mocking him that many of his boots are brightly colored. Jacob was a bit of an old-fashioned England boy, boasting of being a real man in the North and stuff, so much so that he never wore boots other than black. Ian once heard Jacob say that, and said disdainfully, "Southerners, don't talk nonsense. Jacob's expression was helpless and aggrieved. Ian was Scottish, and in his eyes, all England were Southerners.

When Patrick walked to the massage chair in the doorway, he casually patted the man who was still lying on the chair for the therapist to massage. "Get up, it's almost time for the game to begin. He said.

The lying man immediately popped out of his mouth with the word "bitch", and then he yelled, "Boss!

Those who hadn't gone out yet laughed. Patrick glanced back at Number Seven, "The boss isn't your mommy, she's not going to protect you." ”

The physiotherapist also smiled and patted Phil, signaling that his time was almost up. Phil got up unhurriedly, and repeated to the boss at the door, "Boss, Pat spanked me." ”

The head coach turned his head and gave Phil a casual glance before looking at Patrick. Patrick munched on his gum leisurely, a mocking smile streaming through his blue eyes.

"Sue him, Phil, for harassing you. The head coach spoke very quickly, but her serious tone made the ridicule even stronger.

Sure enough, there was even louder laughter in the locker room.

She smiled and walked out. Patrick patted a disgruntled Phil on the shoulder and added, "I'll wait for your lawyer's letter." Then, too, he walked out.

Patrick caught up with the manager. She tilted her head, not surprised at all, and just asked him, "Is there any more gum?" and the look of embarrassment on his face answered her question. She raised her eyebrows and said it was okay, but he could tell that she was still slightly disappointed. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl a little, "But I can help you with this." ”

Together, they walked out of the players' tunnel. The voices around him became louder. She stopped, turned her head, raised her right hand and put it on his neck, pressing down gently, her palm was a little cold, but it was soft to the touch. Then she covered her mouth and said, "Seriously, Pat, you played well in the first half, but I don't think Everton have given up on this game, do you hear me?"

Patrick put away all the frivolity and nodded, "I understand, boss. Believe me. The hand around his neck left. And her face showed a look of disgust but a joke, "Seriously, you're twenty-three, Pat." Patrick said innocently with his eyes open, "Oh, I just wanted to tell you that A-Bomb has." What do you think I mean?"

"A-bomb?" she frowned.

"Alice. Patrick said hurriedly. He didn't have time to explain this. He ran to the field.

****

Benjamin looked a little off. Although the action is still chic, the fluidity is obviously not as good as the first half, and the connection between the action and the action has become a little slower. However, the team was still in control with his and Ian's playmaking, and Patrick himself dropped back into midfield from time to time. There were no problems with the control of the QPR in the second half.

Benjamin got the ball again. His coordination seems to be innate, and his long legs are in control of the ball with ease. Patrick himself is not in this style, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to appreciate it. In front of Benjamin was the child, the French brunette boy who was not yet eighteen years old and regarded himself as an idol.

Patrick had to admit that seventeen or eighteen were children, though he himself would have denied it when he was eighteen.

Benjamin makes a feint to smash the ball to the left, and then immediately connects to a real move to the right to get rid of. It looked going well, but Pierre Jonkay didn't shake and followed the ball in the direction of the ball.

Benjamin immediately tried to flick the ball sideways to the right again, his arms flicked and his body moved with him, like a confident and composed dancer. However, Pierre Jonchet joined the dance, the ball moving between the two men, and the Frenchman reached out with his right foot to reach for the round object between the two and pulled the ball to his feet with a little tiptoe.

Benjamin's movements suddenly looked a little awkward and less coordinated, and the number 10 of the QPR subconsciously stretched out his foot to take the ball back. As he stretched his foot, Patrick saw a gap between his feet, with Pierre Junchet's left foot dragging behind him, his right foot still stretched diagonally forward, tapping at the ball, and then gently pulling it in the opposite direction......

The ball went between Benjamin Hamilton's legs. Like the perfect finish to the pas de deux, Pierre Jonchet lifts his right foot into the air as the end of the pull move, exaggerated like a conductor's raised arm. Patrick even felt that Pierre was making a mental face at Benjamin at that moment.

Subsequently, a diagonally wide transfer was already sent from under the feet of the French.

Mexican centre-forward Felipe Delgado has arrived on the right side of the QPR to face left-back Sadio Babaca, who started today. Sadio's start came after Gonzalo Chica's rash red card in the last game, but the Senegal international clearly couldn't adapt to being attacked by so many good attackers in a single game, and he was kept out by Delgado on the perimeter and completely unable to interfere with the Everton striker's action to get the ball on.

Delgado stepped into the box and Sadio immediately followed from behind to make amends, but his right leg hung on the Mexican's left leg before he fell to the ground.

Penalty, no doubt.

Patrick did not participate in the dispute. Half a minute later, Delgado kicked the ball into the QPR goal.

The ball is back in the middle circle.

****

Lu Ling sat in the coach's seat and looked at his watch, and then looked at Blue and White No. 10. This may be almost his limit, and if he continues, it will not be his responsibility, but hers. and, Sadio Babaca. To be fair, the Senegalese weren't bad, but Marco was deliberately attacking this side as soon as he came up in the second half, putting Sadio under constant pressure.

Moreover, that Bruno Elgas, who started the game on the left, started moving to the right from the latter part of the first half, which was of course arranged by the Everton manager, and now he has changed positions more frequently on either side.

On the field, Bruno Ergas started. The ball went through the feet of two Portugal internationals, William Carvalho and Joao Mario, to the feet of the Uruguayan. The 21-year-old poison dart frog was on the right, a position that seemed only suitable for him to break through with his right foot, but he unexpectedly started to cut inside into the middle.

Sadio Babacar still looked a little hesitant, but he finally decided to go for it. However, "poison dart frog" seems to exist when he does not exist. The Uruguayan, who is only five feet six inches tall, is so fast that it is almost impossible to see, let alone keep up. He got past the QPR left-back in half a second and cut down the middle.

Glenn Mitchell needs to step up now. Mensah was behind him to protect him, while Felipe Delgado was temporarily taken care of by John.

If Bruno passes to the far end, the empowered Delgado will get another one-on-one chance. Lu Ling clenched his fists and looked in that direction.

However, Bruno Ergas suddenly braked suddenly, his left foot no longer touched the ball, but was used to brake, and the sharp turn sent the turf and dirt into the air, and the little Uruguayan body was thrown to the right, tilting towards the ground, and at the same time flicking the ball to the right. It was such an abrupt change of direction that ordinary people would probably fall themselves down if they did it, and only talented guys could easily do it. Glenn subconsciously retreats and gives up some space, which is a smart way to not let his opponent break through easily - but it also affects his center of gravity and gives his opponent room to move.

Therefore, when the poison dart frog changed direction for the second time, Glenn was completely unable to react.

Bruno Elgas's right foot was like an axe into the dirt, and the ball violently buckled back to its original path, the ball bounced slightly, his deliberately lowered body looked even shorter in front of Glenn, who was a head above him, and the angle between his torso and the ground was again at an unbelievable angle.

Then, without warning, he shot at goal.

Poison Dart Frog had his second shot on goal of the game, and it was also his second long-range shot.

It was a sharp volley with the outside of the instep. The ball bounced slightly in the air at the moment of the shot, and the outside of the Uruguayan's boot hit the inside side of the ball, and the powerful cutting created a terrifying spin that struck a razor-like curling ball through the QPR penalty area.

From Lu Ling's point of view, the trajectory of the ball seemed to be deviating from the direction of the goal for a moment. But the reality was that the ball went around Hans's fingertips, skimmed the inside of the post and ended up nailed to the net. Lu Ling even thought she could hear the "hiss" of the rapidly spinning ball rubbing against the net, even though she knew it was an illusion.

3:2。

The lead on the QPR narrowed to one goal. Everton's two goals were just two minutes apart.

The whole stadium was silent for half a second, leaving only the blue corner of the away zone to be immersed in cheers. The man who scored the goal, Bruno Elgas's cold and fanatical gaze cut to the side.

Patrick knew that the diminutive South American was looking at himself. He also glanced at the kid, who had always liked strong opponents. Since Gabriel is not there, it would be nice for the poison dart frog to make do. He thought.

In the coach's seat, Lu Ling gritted his teeth and said to the assistant coach, "Damn, Marco is right, we should really sign him." ”

Tim agreed with the manager, reluctantly, "We can't sign every good player, Christine. You're going to have a list of players in your career called 'Players You Regret Not Signing'. ”

Lu Ling stood up from the coach's seat, she couldn't delay any longer, she had to be replaced. 166 Reading Network