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No.18 Patrick Amber, after 964 days, redoned the blue and white jersey and appeared at the new Queen's Park Stadium as one of the Premier League starters. When he walked out of the players' tunnel, the stadium erupted in cheers.

Three minutes after the whistle, Patrick Amber scored his first goal back at the new Queen's Park.

Before everyone was in rhythm, he slid like a feather into Everton's position. However, the final blow was extremely heavy, like a steel spear thrown by a warrior. From the top of the box, he struck the ball with his left foot into the top corner of the goal.

The net is raised diagonally upward.

The moment the ball entered the net on the 18th, his blue eyes shone like stars. He ran, and he was still so fast that no one could catch up with him. He ran all the way to the die-hard stands and finally slid to his knees to the edge of the pitch. People saw his handsome face and brand-new number in the sun, both familiar and unfamiliar. You think that everything will take a while to get used to, the return of this person, this strange number, however, the truth is, you don't have to get used to anything, this is his home, this is where he belongs.

He kissed the badge and his teammates pounced.

For the home team, it was even more fantastic than a dream start.

Amazing cheers rang out again. The camera showed the box at the new Queen's Park, and team owner Nathan Neal Lawrence was not absent from the game.

Lu Ling never stood up. Although, the home team's coach's bench and bench have long been boiling. Alice and Tim came over and shook her shoulders frantically, and substitutes like Leon and JT shouted and jumped behind her. That didn't affect her. She just smiled and looked in that direction.

Pat, today is August 29, 2020. At the new Queen's Park Stadium in west London, a league match for the 2020-2021 Premier League season is underway. It's a sunny Saturday afternoon, and the blue sky and the white of the clouds are the colors of this team, the color of you. If someone asks about it in the future, I will tell them that this is a continuation of your story.

The center circle reopened, and the court fell silent as they sang a ballad about Patrick.

pat pat， hatever you may be

you are making history

fuited， ** city

he’llin our history

Pat, Pat, whatever you might become

You're making history right now

Manchester United and Manchester City fuck off

He will be our history

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Everton boss Marco Silva looked at the blue and white stands where flags were waving and singing was swaying. The 43-year-old Portuguese has a bad feeling that this may not be a game of his own. Marco is not afraid of conceding goals, after all, he has led small teams such as Hull City and Watford, and he is not used to conceding first.

He told himself that it was nothing more than a bad start.

But five minutes later, the Kings returned from the pitch turning a poor start into a nightmare for Everton. He had a quick link up with Phil Warren and then Benjamin Hamilton sent in a through ball. Amber sped in, as if on the same beat as the pass. He didn't make much effort to get in touch with his left foot down the ball when Everton goalkeeper Renato wasn't quite in place. The ball went over the goalkeeper from above and into the gate behind him.

In the cheers that almost swallowed the audience, Marco thought to himself. He kept his head down and didn't have much expression on his face, but when he looked up, his eyes began to jump over everyone on the field.

It didn't take long for Everton to get a third blow. Ian Parker and Benjamin Hamilton completely teased Everton's midfielders, with Marco seeing Pierre Rongkai standing in place and being easily broken through by the duo's wall-to-wall combination. Hamilton then hoisted the ball into the box, where Phil Warren and Renato battled for the ball in the air and the Portuguese goalkeeper slotted it out of the box.

Patrick Amber appeared ghostly at the landing point, thirty metres from goal, and before the ball hit the ground, he volleyed it back with his right foot - and the ball flew straight into the goal.

He scored a hat-trick. The game only started for only nineteen minutes.

Without a doubt, this player is the most terrifying player Marco has ever seen in his life. He remembered the QPR game against Manchester City that he had watched, the best goal of all time......

There are those who have a great reputation, but after seeing it with their own eyes, they may feel that it is nothing more than that, because they have high expectations, and there are people who are given exaggerated titles at a young age, but after a few years, they may not even be able to play in the Mexican league.

Patrick is the third, and even just seeing the name in the starting list is unsettling.

Marco Silva didn't meditate any further. He gestured to Pierre Junkay and Richarlierson on the pitch while signaling for a substitution of the fourth official.

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Pierre Jonkay saw the performance of that player, his idol from his youth, in front of him. This kind of performance, he is already familiar with in La Liga. The pair have also played each other in the national derby, but only for six minutes. He knew he was only a loan player and Real Madrid had loaned him to Everton just to increase his game time. However, this score is ...... He wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his slightly curly black hair, and walked to the sideline.

He's a laughing boy. Born into a middle-class French family at the age of eighteen, Pierre Jonchet did not have much trauma in his life. He looked at the head coach on the sidelines, and a little smile appeared on his childish face. "Boss, how do you say I should play. 'Pierre's English is terrible, not as good as the Everton manager, and even worse than the Real Madrid manager. He also thought that the Real Madrid manager was the former Everton manager who had brought Patrick Amber. And both Mr. Amber and Mr. Flores have a deep relationship with QPR coach Kristen Lu. He'd heard a lot of their stories......

"Rong Kai!"

Distracted. Pierre hurriedly apologized in shame. He was actually distracted by such a humiliating score of 0:3, and he was still thinking about gossip.

Also on the road was Brazilian Richarlierson, an attacker brought in by Marco Silva from his former club Watford. Marco brought Richarlierson off and replaced centre-back Forness Mori with a three-centre-back formation. He then looked Pierre in the eye and told him: "Go forward, get involved in the attack, and switch positions with Bruno." ”

Pierre's eyes were simple. "Okay, boss. ”

He knew what to do, and he had expected it. He's been involved in a lot of defensive work before, but now it's about getting him forward and into the attacking line – a position he'd been hoping for a long time.

And now, Everton are starting the game again with this 343 formation.

Pierre gets the ball on the left side of the pitch. In the middle was the Uruguayan kid who was three or four years older than him, and some said he was Colombian, who had a terrible nickname, rarely spoke, a golden hair on his head, and a weird tattoo on his neck. His name is Bruno Elgas. Pierre was not in a hurry to handle the ball, he first swept the situation on both sides with his peripheral vision. The supposedly strong right-back on the opposite side, with a tattoo on his arm, had pressed in.

Very good, very good, in half a second his heart welled up with approval. The youth coach taught him to defend and even played him at the back line, and although he never learned it seriously, he knew the correct position. This QPR defender, John O'Connor, looks solid at the basics and is quick on his feet.

But he's no faster than me. Pierre made a casual change of foot, stomping on the ball with his right foot and deftly touching his opponent's outstretched right arm with his left arm to keep the ball under his own protection.

The soles of his feet could feel the surface of the well-inflated ball, a touch he had been familiar with since he was a child, and he caressed the round thing with the soles of his feet. It's like a marionette. As a child, Pierre loved marionettes and always brought him a happy smile. And the control of the soccer ball is like a marionette, and the different parts of the foot are the threads that control the puppet.

He stroked the ball with his right foot and rolled half a circle in front of his right, as if he was about to break through from that direction. The opponent followed. Pierre suddenly pulled the ball back with the sole of his foot. That John O'Connor didn't seem to be going to be fooled by that kind of simplicity, but Pierre already knew what to do in his head.

The ball paused for a fraction of a second at his feet. Stagnation is always bad, and that kind of puppet looks dull. Pierre felt his body automatically directing his next move, and it felt good and natural. He was now fully facing away from the QPR defender, stepped lightly over the ball with his left foot – and then at the moment when his left foot touched the ground, he suddenly turned 180 degrees, faced his opponent, and completely exposed the ball in front of his opponent's foot. John O'Connor was fooled this time and went straight up, but Pierre Youngkay's right foot was clearly faster, and the French boy flicked the ball over O'Connor's foot, about a centimeter or two away.

Oh, it worked, it worked!" Pierre's heart burst into laughter. He left the Northern Ireland defender in place amid an exclamation, led himself down the middle, and then knocked the ball to the Uruguayan 'poison dart frog' before the next opponent came up. After Bruno Ergas got the ball, he actually tried to hit the goal directly. Oh damn it, it's 35 metres from the goal, but it doesn't hurt to see, we haven't had any shots yet, Pierre thought.

The diminutive Bruno Ergas seems to have a gloomy flame on his face forever. As soon as his right-footed shot was out of the chamber, the QPR's goalkeeper flew up. Pierre saw the ball fly towards the top right corner of the goal, and for a moment it looked like it was about to fly into the goal. But just as he was about to cheer, the German's fingertips touched the ball, and then with a thud, it bounced to the corner of the door frame and flew off the line.

Not lucky. However, it was a pleasure to play in this position, Pierre thought with satisfaction. This Uruguayan who doesn't speak is quite high, and I know that the German goalkeeper of QPR is also good. It's going to be a good game, his sparkling eyes racing against the opposition goal, as if he had forgotten the scoreline. 166 Reading Network