Phil Beasley was sitting in the BT Sport studio in a formal suit, his mouth was dry, his whole neck was very stiff, he wanted to loosen his tie, and he was worried that he would not be able to get it back to the same way after that. The agent was gesturing to him outside, and he frowned, not knowing what the fat man meant. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and asked loudly, "What?!"

Phil's agent looked embarrassed, and he had already seen Lineker smiling on the sidelines. He sighed and said as professionally as possible, "Maybe you can skip the tie." ”

What is the matter, Phil, he waved his hand and told the agent to leave this alone. He then looked back out the glass window at the new Queen's Park, which was currently empty and a few hours before the start of the game. Damn it. Phil licked his dry lips. How did he know that it was not easy to sit in the live broadcast room and talk nonsense. He doesn't hate suits and ties, which are often worn at official club events, he just doesn't like them. And for God's sake, he used to be just a thug working in a brick factory, and it was very difficult for him to play that role. What the hell Gary Lineker asks him about tactics, how is he going to talk nonsense? yes, just bullshit. Anyway, the fans in front of the TV don't understand that. And I'm at least a professional player, and I listen to the analysis of the coaches every day......

Phil was thinking crankily when the producer reminded the show to start in five minutes. He suddenly looked up at the agent and yelled, "Where's my phone?"

The agent reluctantly pointed to the table in front of Phil. Phil let out a sigh and picked up his phone from under his nose. He heard laughter, and he thought, fuck it.

****

Lu Ling stared at the message on the phone screen, trying his best to tense his facial muscles to prevent himself from laughing or scolding. She swallowed dryly, looked up, and swept around the locker room. The players already know the starting XI and are now whispering something as they clean up. There are also jokes. They're on their way to New Queen's Park. Alice came over and asked her a question, but she didn't hear it clearly, and said yes in a trance. Alice felt that she had agreed strangely and patted her on the shoulder. Lu Ling turned his head and asked again what the team doctor had just said.

'Ben's condition is fine, but I'll check again at half-time and I'll be paying special attention to his movement in the second half. Will he play the whole game?"

'I can't answer that question right now, it's a different game and I'm not going to plan ahead who I'm going to put on and who I'm going to take off. Lu Ling said as he looked at Benjamin. Ben was smiling and talking to Pat. She knew that Pat was in a good mood today, and she looked like that was the case now. She was at ease. But the hand holding the phone is still a little tight.

Alice looked down at Lu Ling's fingers and asked with some concern, "Are you nervous?"

Lu Ling didn't answer Alice, she lowered her head, reopened the hatsapp program in her phone, and replied to Phil:

Lu Ling remembered that she had told Pat the same thing a few years ago.

Alice saw Phil's message and her reply, and knew that she was also answering her own question. Alice immediately smiled and pinched Lu Ling's shoulder. "I think everybody has a little bit of it. ”

"Yes, this is supposed to be a moment of tension. Lu Ling tilted his head to look at Alice and laughed slowly. After that, she glanced at all the players again, her gaze lingering on JT's face for a moment. She saw JT smiling at her, and she immediately smiled and nodded at JT. Joey Tomlin knew that she believed him.

****

'It's something I've never seen before, Gary, I've been covering football on the ground for fifteen years and I've never felt that kind of atmosphere. Half an hour before the start of the game, the 40,000-strong new Queen's Park was almost full, and we could see the colors of the QPR – blue and white – from all sides. These two colors cover the young course. And my colleague just told me that there are still a large number of fans on the periphery of the stadium and that the QPR club has set up a big screen for fans who don't have tickets to watch the live broadcast outside the stadium. Everything says a lot about the game. BTSPORT reporters were excited to bring the connection from the stadium.

Gary Lineker, host of BTSPORT's Champions League live show, smiled: "Thank you, we've all felt it, this is the first time in the history of QPR that the club has reached the semi-finals of the Champions League, the club has soared like a rocket in the last five years, and we will now witness them face defending champions AC Milan in the first leg of the Champions League semi-finals. ”

"That's for sure. We're all already ...... We all can't wait and it's really frustrating to miss this game, but I trust the boss and my teammates. There is no reason, just believe. Phil Beasley looked serious, although he was in a bit of a hurry when he answered. The stupid-looking director was scrambling with gestures across from him, and Phil smirked as Christine and Benjamin did. It turns out that fucking smirks are so necessary. It was his first time on a football TV show, and he was so nervous that he was on his own team. Even when the boss told him she was a little nervous.

The other two guests were Leo Ferdinand and Steven Gerrard. At this time, the two English celebrities couldn't hold back their laughter, and the camera immediately cut to Phil's face again.

Phil continued: "I think the reason AC Milan are the defending champions is because we took a nap last season ......"

Lineker coughed twice and picked up the conversation. "So, Phil, do you think your absence will cause problems for the QPR's offense?"

'I know I'm stronger and taller than León, so obviously it's going to be a test for him. Phil shook his head in a pretended manner, "But we did a lot of training in this area yesterday, and obviously, I can't say too much here." I'm optimistic about Leon and Genk's partnership. And, as everyone knows, we have Pat. He's a crazy guy, he just wants to score goals and he can score. At this point, Phil pondered that he would praise Jake, John, and Hans later...... Everyone has to boast. Do you want to praise Benjamin? He doesn't really want to praise Benjamin. Don't consider this for now. And most importantly, praise the boss!!and, belittle the Italians.

In the midst of Phil's intense mental activity, the TV screen has once again shown the list of matches between the two teams.

qpr：

Leon Ferreira, Genk De Graff

Patrick Amber

Gonzalo Chika, Benjamin Hamilton, Ian Parker, Jacob Harding

Joey Tomlin, Glenn Mitchell, John O'Connor

Hans Bachmeier

Subs: Trevor Hawood, David Luiz, Sadio Babaca, Marcelo, Sorin Mitulescu, Joey Freeman, Brill Embolo

Ac milan:

Eden Hazard, Belotti

Ali Halak, Ndombele, Saldo, Kovacic, Fahd Halak

Sabatini, Lemos, Mario Fernandez

Donnarumma

Subs: A. Donnarumma, Rodriguez, Romagnoli, Conte, Locatelli, Milinkovic-Savic, Andre Silva

Gerard was about to speak, but Phil rushed to speak again. 'There are three centre-backs on both sides and to be honest, I don't know much about Milan's style of play, but I know ours very well. Let me explain......"

The director could only cut to the QPR game clip first, which was originally planned to be played five minutes later. This Phil Beasley disrupted the live broadcast plan. In the picture that the camera didn't give, the other three all showed helpless smiles.

Phil analysed a goal and spoke in a serious tone. "Because the owner thinks that the two strikers need a lot of tacit understanding, you can see that before this goal, I and Leon were running in opposite directions, which is one of our attacking routines, which can confuse the opposing defenders and make the wrong decisions. Pat will move on the side at his own discretion. ”

After that, it cut to another goal. "There's no me in this ball, it's the forward combination of this game, Genk and Leon. They interact in a completely different way, Genk is actually a winger, so he can come on the wing and bring the ball in, which is different from me. I must say that Leon was smart in this attack, using his own forward insertion to give Genk more space to cut inside. ”

During the advertising time, Phil sighed, rolled his eyes, and looked at the few people next to him.

Leo Ferdinand laughed teasingly and said, "You're better suited than I am for this, Phil." Gerald laughed speechlessly.

Lineker said to Phil as he scrolled through Twitter. "Phil, look at everyone's comments. Phil leaned over and saw the comments made by netizens on Twitter.

Lineker's reaction after reading it surprised Lineker that the young man, who had always behaved strangely, just smiled.

Phil turned back, and his teammates were warming up on the field. He was still nervous, and he finally realized why he was so nervous. This game, no matter where he is, here, or below, or even at home, he will be so nervous.

It's about honor, it's about dreams.

Come on, Christine, come on, boys.

This time, Phil Beasley can only curse the Italians here.

****

When the QPR coach walked into the stadium in a formal suit, the Champions League theme song was playing. She looked around, blue-white, blue-white, except for the red-black in one corner, the rest of the place was filled with blue-white. The huge TIFO was displayed in the main stand, which was the team emblem of the QPR with E Believe written underneath. She waved to the fans in the stands, who responded with enthusiastic shouts and applause.

She smiled. Suddenly, I realized something. Suddenly, she realized the reason for her nervousness before the game.

It was her last Champions League game on this pitch. It was the last time she would hear this high music as a head coach on this pitch.

It's a farewell, it's a ritual.

And she didn't have the time, nor could she let the sensuality occupy her brain at this moment. Her gaze was on the two players in the red and black lineup.

Sure enough, they started together.

The Moroccan twins, Ali Halak and Fahd Halak, usually Massimo will only last one. The last time both played was two months ago, against Juventus, and it looked like they did that because of some injuries......

But she also thinks about last year's two semi-finals. At the San Siro and the Bernabeu, AC Milan used this configuration against Nick's Real Madrid. The two young Moroccans were a bit immature at the time, but a year later they looked tougher and had a more mature style of play. Both men have terrible pace and stamina, one left and one right, with his brother Ali getting the better at his crosses and Fahd preferring to shoot.

Lu Ling roughly knew what Massimo would do with them. She's prepared, she's studied the two Champions League semi-finals last season, but the sample of the two players playing at the same time is still too small. What's more, compared with last season's game against Real Madrid, AC Milan's lineup has changed a lot. Berotti replaced Andre Silva in the centre-forward position, Eden Hazard replaced Suso and Mario Fernandez from QPR......

Lu Ling has many assumptions in his mind, but only real competitions can verify them.

At this time, Massimo Romano walked towards her.

Lu Ling wasn't going to laugh, but when she saw the Italian face like a snowy mountain, she smiled. She didn't yet know why it was a snowy mountain, not an iceberg. Massimo was about the same height as Nick, and he was very thin, especially with a very thin face. His face was pale, and his piercing eyes seemed to be able to read people's hearts. Maybe Nick is more like an iceberg when he's serious. She thought.

The two held hands together. The Italian's hands were cold, but her hands were warm, even a little sweaty.

"It's a pleasure to finally fight you, Christine. Massimo said in English.

"Me too, I'm looking forward to it. ”

The corners of Massimo's mouth curved slightly, and a little surprise flashed between Lu Ling's eyebrows, could this be a smile?

The next moment, not only did Massimo not let go of her hand, but he leaned over and hugged her very well. This surprised Lu Ling for another half a second, of course it was impossible for her to refuse this decent hug. There is a suitable distance between the two.

The Italian covered his mouth with one hand and whispered a few words in her ear. His English, with an Italian accent, was never fast, but the words were fluent.

"We might have played each other last season and I'm sorry you took a year off because of your father's death. I understand that people can be vulnerable. ”

The male voice is very gentle, even melodious like an Italian opera. Lu Qi felt that he was out of breath and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the Italian continued: "Maybe your father is the reason why you fell in love with Nicholas? I wonder if Nicholas knows this? Maybe we can have a drink after the game, and I am also curious about why you broke up, and why you fell in love with a little boy......" He said at this point and suddenly interrupted, ending the hug.

Lu Ling withdrew his hand. She stared at the Italian's gray eyes for two seconds, then turned around with a blank face.

"I hope this isn't your last Champions League game on this pitch, Queen of Spades. ”

The voice of an Italian could still be heard behind her. This time, not only did he not cover his lips with his hands, but he also said it directly. Although it is not loud.

The May London night breeze blew across the pitch, and her back shivered after a brief moment of soaking wet. 166 Reading Network