Seeing that thirty minutes into the first half, Lu Ling's mobile phone vibrate, and she let it ring and didn't answer. After a while, the phone started to vibrate again, and she kept her eyes glued to the screen and slowly took the phone. She glanced at it, it was Patrick's call. She pressed answer, then suspended the game.

"Hey, I missed the whole first half, I'm watching it, I'm glad you're recovering well......"

"Thanks, Tina. ”

"It sounds like you're not happy with the result, or is it because you missed the game against Gabriel Jesus, or is it because Zixiang has shown no mercy to you?" she smiled, as one of the three boys in the reserve team at Harrington's training base is now at Real Madrid, one at Barcelona, and one is the captain of QPR.

"Oh idiot, I bet he'll get at least one red card at Real Madrid this season. ”

"Chances are, referees in the Premier League and referees in La Liga have different understandings of what makes a reasonable collision. 'There are some moves, in the Premier League, referees are used to turning a blind eye, and in La Liga, there is a good chance that those moves will result in a yellow card.

That's what it means. As for Gabriel, I think in the future, is there a difference in his style of play from when he was at Manchester City?"

Patrick's question was also what Lu Ling thought about when he just watched the game. Nick's use of Gabriel Jesus is a little different from Pep and Sampaoli's use of him at Manchester City, and it is not exactly the same as playing with the national team. Pep prefers to play with Gabriel Jesus as a pseudo-centre-forward, Sampaoli also likes to let Gabriel move freely up front, and Nick currently has Gabriel on the left wing.

"Yes, at least in this game, his position is more fixed than in the past, because Mbappe is the center forward of Real Madrid, and it works well this way. ”

Patrick didn't respond right away, perhaps thinking what she said. Maybe......

"Tina?"

"What?"

"You didn't see that, did you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't think you saw it. ”

"What the hell?" Lu Ling's curiosity was aroused.

Patrick laughed on the phone, "I shook hands with Nicholas after the game, and he took the initiative, of course, it wasn't a big deal, but he said a few words to me...... He's quirky. ”

"Nick......" she said the syllable with the tip of her tongue against the upper gums, and after a pause, she laughed quietly, and she didn't know why, "his unpredictability is his predictablity"

"Wow, that's precise. Don't you wonder what we said?"

Lu Ling asked, "What did you say?"

****

The post-match press conference at Camp Nou was buzzing, with the national derby welcoming a host of media from around the world. For a while, the media room was mixed with Spanish, English, Portuguese, Chinese, etc., with different faces, but it is certain that the vast majority of reporters were excited.

Pep arrived earlier and had a more serious expression, but other than that, it was difficult for reporters to tell what he was really feeling, and they speculated that he wasn't in a bad mood, and despite only picking up a point at home, it seemed that he should be thankful to get that point given that his side had equalised twice from two point down, and with Patrick Amber scoring on his return – the pressure on Barcelona would have eased since then, both in the league and in the Champions League.

Pep Guardiola left the room with just a handful of answers, but as always, he gave longer answers to each one. Catalans hate to repeat one thing over and over again – sometimes journalists are stupid enough to ask the same question over and over again in different forms. His move avoided at least saying "we had better control of the ball" five times in a press conference.

If a person repeats a sentence too many times, people take it for granted that he cares a lot about it.

Pep touched his bald head as he left, knowing that there would be misunderstandings anyway, but fortunately his main job was not to explain his work to these people.

The Barcelona boss bumped into Nicolas as he was about to return to the dressing room and they said hello without any more conversation. In fact, under normal circumstances, the coach of the away team will go to the press conference earlier, because they are always in a hurry to go home regardless of whether they win or lose. Madrid isn't that close, but if it's England, it's the distance from Newcastle to Southampton.

Pep glanced back at the Real Madrid manager, who seemed to be different from the young Everton manager.

****

Nicolas Flores sat behind the microphone and knew they would have a lot of questions about the match. Sometimes it's easier for the manager who comes later, and sometimes it's the complete opposite.

After he had answered many questions, a journalist in England asked a question.

"Nick, we saw you shake hands and talk to Amber after the game, and as far as I know, this is the first time you've shaken hands after a game in recent years......"

Nicholas smiled slightly, "Is that so? Why don't I remember?"

A Spanish reporter shouted in Spanish, "Nick, I think that gentleman is right." ”

Nicholas glanced at the Spanish reporter who was shouting and shrugged, "Okay, but I don't really remember that." He looked at the Englishman again, "Sorry to interrupt you, you can continue, what's your problem?"

"Are you enemies? What are you talking about?"

Nicholas sat forward, his hands clasped and his eyes wandering as he looked at the camera in the back row. He spoke slowly, in English, "At the time of the game, we could be, other times, he's Patrick Amber, a soccer player, I'm Nicolas Flores, a soccer coach, I'm not a member of a secret organization, he's not a member of the mafia, I guess there's no problem with our relationship." As for what we talked about, it was private, and I won't say it here. ”

The England journalist continued: "So do you know why Kristen Lue didn't come to watch the game, and it is said that her agent is in Madrid, and her next stop is likely to be Atletico Madrid, how do you assess this?"

These two questions caused an uproar at the scene. But the face of the man behind the microphone did not change, but covered his mouth and whispered to the press officer next to him, who kept nodding his head.

Finally, Nicolas sat up straight, and the Real Madrid press officer next to him said into the microphone in an official tone: "Mr. Flores and Christine Lu are no longer together, they are not very close friends, and he hopes not to answer such questions in the future pre-match or post-match press conference." He's the manager of Real Madrid and he wants to be professional with everyone here. That's it for today's launch, thank you. ”

Nicholas stood up, he knew that many people here were full of questions, but not everything would have a perfect answer.

He accepted that, perhaps, now is the time for them to accept it.

Even if this is just the end of a soap opera for them.

****

Gerard Peake urges Trek to take a shower.

Patrick took his phone a little further away and said to Pico, "Do you want to provide a service or something?"

"You're dreaming. Peake laughed and cursed a few more times.

Patrick shook his head and brought the phone back to his ear.

There were teammates humming, and the atmosphere in the locker room after this game was not much different from usual.

"He congratulated me on my comeback and told me that my ankle would hurt my ankle in a lot of high-speed situations. ”

He had a point. ”

"Of course I know that. ”

"Maybe he wants to buy you to Real Madrid someday, hahahaha. ”

Patrick heard the joke and her laughter, and thought it couldn't be more ridiculous, "Yes, go to Real Madrid, let's not discuss whether I can work with the charming character of Mr. Flores, I'm really afraid that Gerard will kill me." ”

Her laughter continued.

"Tina......

"Then when you go back to Camp Nou, the Barça fans will throw at you whatever they can take to the pitch......"

He also said a word. Patrick interrupted her.

"What?"

"Say hello. ”

"......," she was silent.

"So you've never been in touch since you broke up, right?"

"Nope. We're not friends. ”

"Well, I brought his words with me, and it's probably one of the weirdest things I've ever done. ”

She smiled again, not as before, but chuckled softly, "Then the next time you see him in the national derby, he will also greet him on my behalf." ”

"I refuse, that's weirder. ”

"I was kidding. ”

"I know. You can say hello to him yourself, I mean, I know Steve is in Madrid, maybe you'll see each other soon. ”

"Maybe not so fast. Pate, I've got to hang up, we'll see you on the winter break, you'll go back to London, right?"

"Of course. Oh speaking of which, I was my uncle and godfather back then, and Zixiang must have been super jealous of me......"

"You mean Ian......"

"That's right, Kate's due date is around Christmas-New Year's. Look, I'm really going to be the godfather of some kid. Patrick was talking happily as his teammates began to complain.

"Patrick, it's not like you can't take a shower because you're pretty! Hurry up! We're not waiting for you!"

There was such a roar coming from Lu Ling's earpiece, and it was estimated that Pat and his teammates would still be active in a while.

Then came Pat's impatient accent in strange Spanish: "Got it, I'll go right away, you little girls don't complain." ”

She couldn't help but laugh and said into the phone, "Happy shower, goodbye." ”

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