Tim said, "I can't believe Ben and Leon had a fight not long ago, and they're completely out of the way with that hug anyway." ”

Lu Ling didn't pay much attention to that sentence at that time, she was immersed in the joy of scoring a goal. Although, although sometimes it is not always a good thing to score too early, the morale of the players can be worn out prematurely. But in such a game, she doesn't need to worry about that. Moreover, AC Milan are no ordinary team, and Massimo Romano's AC Milan will not be crushed by a single goal. The fact is that for the entire first half after that, QPR couldn't extend the score. It's a pity, but she's not disappointed.

As for that hug between Leon and Ben...... When Lu Ling washed his hands in the bathroom during the intermission, he reminisced about it, and couldn't help but wonder that the boys sometimes get into a fight, and soon forget about it. It's just that she still doesn't know what the cause of their fight was. She could guess the deeper reason, Leon had never liked Ben, and Ben probably would never have treated Leon as his buddy. Honestly, how they had a personal relationship wasn't her concern and she couldn't change it, but that hug, she loved to see.

The conversation she had with Ben in the dressing room at the new Queen's Park eight days ago wasn't actually a conversation. And they said four words.

"I hope you lied to me that you weren't leaving. ”

"You've heard my conversation with Pat. ”

"Why don't you try?"

"Because I can't fool you. ”

These four sentences did not take half a minute, and the reason why they lasted a few minutes was that they were silent for two minutes in front and two minutes in the back. Lu Ling felt that Ben had a lot to say to himself, but he just looked at her, and he didn't hide, just sat across from her and looked at her so quietly. He had been bathed and looked refreshed, and his silver-white hair had returned to black without wax. The stubble is extremely short, frowning slightly, and the curvature of the corners of the eyes droops. And there were so many things in his gray-green eyes that she could try to read, but she didn't. She actually had some questions she wanted to ask him, but after thinking about it, she still felt that it was better not to ask, so as not to cause misunderstandings.

She stood up first, and he immediately stood up too. She wasn't sure if he wanted a simple hug or a handshake, or a "see you tomorrow, boss" and just left, oh he hadn't called her "boss" in a long time, he called her "hey".

But when he stood up, he still just looked at her, and didn't make any other movements. She looked away, and he walked out. He turned his head one last time, as if he wanted to come, but he didn't, and he slowly pushed open the locker room door and went out. He spoke to Pater outside the door, but neither of them was loud, and she could only hear their goodbyes in the dressing room.

When Pat came in, his expression was a little complicated, and finally Nunu's mouth said, "I heard it all." He listened to our conversation, I listened to yours, and that's fair. I told him too, and he thought it was fair too. You said I trusted him on the pitch, and so did you, and you didn't even tell him not to tell anyone. ”

Lu Ling smiled lightly, "We all know he won't." ”

However, Pat was right, she trusted Ben a lot, starting from a very early age.

Lu Ling stared at the field. The aggregate score is 1:1. Matteo Kovacic, an important link between Milan's midfield and the attack, went off injured after a targeted blow from Pyte, which was unlikely to have been expected, but good news.

Mateo Kovacic's injury halted the game for two minutes before the game resumed in the 57th minute when Massimo Romano replaced Mateo Romano with 23-year-old Academy midfielder Manuel Lokatri.

Locatelli is fit, tall, scrambles and passes. She speculated that this was a move to liberate Saldo, with Milan's Regista likely to be positioned slightly up front (similar to Benjamin's position at QPR) to link the back and front.

Sure enough, after the resumption of the game, Locatelli paid more attention to backward protection, at least Phil's retreat and physical confrontation were less effective, and the playmaker Saldo was given more freedom of movement.

Lu Ling was not too worried for the time being.

Saldo has consumed a lot in the previous 50 minutes of confrontation, and is now in the neck stage of physical fitness, and there is a lack of enough impact to support the front, which means that Milan's back and front are still difficult to connect, and QPR must seize this opportunity.

She had just told Pate of her intentions, and now that intention was clearly communicated to the players involved.

Jacob, who started playing at right-back, temporarily switched to a centre-back position, while John returned to his best right-back position, with QPR's two full-backs pressing up from both wings at the same time for the first time to form a flank with Genk.

Pat's position is pressed forward, and Ben moves laterally to connect and dispatch, and Ian drags back to protect the backfield.

Phil no longer retreated, re-entering the center forward position, forming a two-striker position in the penalty area with Leon, directly putting pressure on Milan's central defenders.

For the first time, QPR's attacking formation was truly fully unfolded in this game.

She knew there was a pair of eyes in the stands.

Then take a good look, Nick.

The scales have tipped and she is not afraid to concede goals now, she wants goals. That's why she dared to let the full-backs press completely. QPR now only has three people left in the backfield (Jacob, Glenn, Ian), even if Jake is temporarily a cameo in the central defense, there is no need to worry too much about defensive problems, as many as seven people are invested in the offensive end, AC Milan's backcourt three-four-five defensive system is certainly tight, but this defensive system is also difficult to withstand this wave of QPR's crazy offensive personnel investment.

The home team is starting to look shaky.

More importantly, the reason why the QPR is sure to pour out the attacking force is because with Kovacic off and Saldo tired, Milan's offensive end has been basically paralyzed and cannot counter-contain the QPR. The previous defensive system was able to stay afloat, and it wasn't just because the defense itself was done well. It is because they can play counter-attacks at any time that the defense is better protected.

The horn of attack has been sounded, the blue and white away zone has erupted to overpower the home fans, the smoke of the San Siro has cleared, and the flames of war are burning in various places around the Milan penalty area.

In the space of ten minutes, the QPR has formed five shots on goal, four corners and one free-kick in front.

Leon's header goes just wide;

Genk and Patrick made two powerful shots in quick succession left and right in the penalty area, but they were blocked by Donnarumma;

Benjamin's curling shot from distance bounced off the corner;

Gonzalo's left-footed outside volley after cutting inside was rubbed on the tip of his toe by Sabatini and grazed the far post.

The QPR's attack gave Milan no respite, and they continued to encroach on opponents' positions and constantly change the direction of their attacks – an instinct that these players have to do now is to let them play their talents in their own way.

One moment, the ball was on the left side, Gonzalo and Genk hit the wall together, the Spanish left-back went directly to the inside and played a very fast cooperation with Leon, creating chaos in Milan's rib defense; the next moment, the ball turned to the right, John knocked the ball to the middle, Phil did it back, and then sent Trak to get the ball on the perimeter.

Lu Ling looked at it from a distance, the blue-white No. 18 flashed from the red and black crowd, and in the three-person bag, the ball was hit by a continuous touch at a very fast speed with both feet, and a big hole was cut horizontally from the opponent's middle, and then a strong shot at the top of the arc of the penalty area!

The ball was unusually tricky, and the goalkeeper opposite, the Italian goalkeeper who was nearly two meters tall, Donnarumma, stretched his body with all his might......

The little finger of his right hand touched the ball, but it only slowed down and changed direction a little, and the ball still bounced towards the bottom of the post, and it was about to bounce in......

The moment Lu Ling was about to raise her arms, the moment the ball was about to cross the line, she saw her old player Mario Fernandez desperately arrive and stretch out her legs to clear the ball!

However, the ball was not kicked and could not fly out of the penalty area.

There's still a chance!

Phil jumped up from the other side and kicked the ball with a tackle......

But the ball was blocked again on the goal line by another Milan central defender, Lemos!

Lu Ling hugged his head and turned around, and when he lowered his head, he was about to come out.

It was a succession of goal-line clearances that prevented a crucial goal. As long as QPR can score one more goal, Milan will have to score two goals to do so.

She quickly stabilized her mood and continued to watch the situation on the field.

Milan can't press it out, and the best game option for QPR is still to bombard the opponent's penalty area with unbalanced means to carry out this extreme and violent blow.

Donnarumma's little finger appeared to have been poked in the save for Pat's powerful shot, and now with his right hand covered, the Milan team doctor ran into the field.

At this time, Tim walked behind Lu Ling, he covered his mouth and whispered in her ear, "I don't feel good about the current situation. ”

Lu Ling glanced at the teaching assistant.

Tim continued: "The siege has been going on for almost 15 minutes and we haven't scored yet. You know the fucking sport of football......" he said, a little excited, "the side that plays better doesn't always win. The Italians are definitely thinking about it...... Anyway, I'm upset. ”

Lu Ling lowered his eyes. Tim was right. In the 15 minutes of siege just now, even if you don't score two or three goals, even if you are a little luckier, you should have scored one.

Football is a fucked sport sometimes. She knew there was something uncontrollable, and she did have to succumb to damn luck and karma sometimes, but this one, she wanted an absolute victory.

In addition to a pair of eyes watching from the stands, there is also a pair in the sky, and perhaps a pair on the distant island of Long Island.

Lu Ling nodded and said to the teaching assistant, "I know." ”

Then she immediately shouted to the field. We must not slack off at this time. When a siege stops, the excitement of the players will temporarily decrease, which is one of the reasons why teams that have been unable to attack for a long time often make mistakes and concede goals.

Donnarumma's injury was just in time.

On the field, Ian already understood.

Lu Ling saw the Scotsman slapping his teammates on the back, shouting loudly, encouraging, and preparing everyone to continue to launch a new wave of offensives.

On the other side, Massimo Romano took a step forward and almost stepped into the stadium, with the Italians shouting "Giancarlo".

Lu Ling looked sideways, Milan captain Giancarlo Sabatini ran to the sideline, and the 19-year-old Italian defender had a grim face. Massimo's mouth moved extremely quickly, accompanied by a few violent gestures, and Sabatini looked down and listened, not saying a word.

She was still watching, and felt that someone was coming over again, so she turned her head to the other side, it was Daryl, she was wondering, her eyes swept down, and she saw the water in the hands of the first team coach.

****

Patrick picked up the water thrown by Daryl in the field, unscrewed the ** cover, threw a large mouthful of it on his head, and poured it on top of his head. The water soaked the blond hair, mixed with the sweat on the neck, and the jersey was naturally stained with water. Patrick didn't feel uncomfortable, but his mind clearer.

Phil ran to his side and reached out at him, and he handed the water over. Phil muttered before drinking, "I let you shower." Patrick didn't answer, looking up in the direction of the Milan goalkeeper, it seemed to be about the same.

Daryl shouted on the sideline, "Or?" and was about to throw another **.

Phil shook his head as he threw the empty ** to the sidelines, "No thanks." ”

By the time the game restarted, it was nearly 75 minutes.

Patrick's eyes burst into flames. The team had completely suppressed AC Milan before, and the lack of a goal in this period was a lack of luck and a reflection of the mythical defensive strength of the Serie A champions. When the building is about to collapse, there is always someone who can stand up and make the chances of QPR even worse. But the mythical defense of AC Milan is, after all, made up of people, not gods. This struggling state of support will not last long.

He knew very well that the siege was all about pushing the opponent to that tipping point. Milan's tipping point is obviously not so easy to reach, but he is confident that it will be reached. He'd seen too many powerful opponents collapse in front of him, and he'd love to see Milan collapse.

It's just a matter of time. Patrick told himself.

John throws the ball to the sideline, passes it to Genk, and crosses it down the middle.

A figure burst out and appeared in the passing route.

Patrick was making a strategic run in the middle, and when he looked back, he saw Giancarlo Sabatini cutting forward at high speed with the ball.

In last week's contest, Sabatini's dribbling appeared only once, probably for about twenty yards, but it was the driving force behind the goal.

This time......

John couldn't stop him, Ben didn't stop him, Ian clung to Sabatini, but Sabatini almost had the Scots running forward, thirty, forty, fifty!

There are too few people in the backfield for QPR.

Sabatini's direct outburst made the QPR's backcourt completely messy.

Patrick is also chasing back with all his might.

Under Ian's defence, Sabatini still had a powerful shot from the outside.

Hans blocked the ball back and Glenn cleared it before Belotti could come up.

Leon sighed behind Patrick, but Patrick knew it wasn't over yet.

Sure enough, in the following minutes, Sabatini began to press forward frequently, and he was completely out of his original left centre-back position. Kovacic's dismissal made it difficult for Milan to contact from back to front, so they were suppressed by the QPR. But now, Sabatini has formed a direct connection with strikers Belotti and Hazard through his own forward press, and single-handedly activated Milan's long-paralyzed attack. With his involvement, even Saldo, who had been out of power for a long time, began to gain more freedom and regain the feeling of organizing attacks.

After 80 minutes, QPR had to regain the force that had been put into attacking the front court back to the middle and back.

Patrick ran, a little hesitant. At this time, he heard Tina calling her name with all her might. He looked at the white shirt, in the noisy San Siro, half the field away, he could hardly hear what she was shouting, but he saw the gestures.

Tina told him not to go back.

Patrick immediately stopped. In the heat of the game, the heart is always beating violently, and the surging blood is desperately pressed into the brain, and it is not easy to maintain complete clarity and rational thinking.

He forced himself to think more. In the final stage of the game, a tug-of-war was formed, and the young Milan captain stepped forward again and again, temporarily suppressing the fury of the QPR attack.

He, like all talented offensive players, doesn't like to defend and isn't good at it.

But no matter what kind of genius you are, what kind of style of play you are, this kind of moment, glory and dreams will drive you to do the work you don't like to do.

Moreover, Patrick even wanted to go and kill Sabatini directly, but he knew that that would achieve his opponent's essential purpose. If Sabatini holds him back, then the QPR will be greatly disgraced in attack. Sabatini and Massimo Romano certainly want to keep him away from the attacking zone.

Patrick stayed further forward. He also understood another thing, this was AC Milan's last gamble, this was Massimo's last resort.

The time kept ticking. Every minute and every second, the game is advancing to overtime. When it goes into extra time, no one knows what will happen.

Sabatini gets the ball again. The Milan captain's breakthrough was particularly impactful. Patrick saw Ben rush from the side with all his might. Sabatini is slightly taller and stronger, but Ben looks very determined.

The two slammed into each other shoulder to shoulder.

Under the inertia and strong impact, Ben stumbled a few steps under his feet and then fell. Sabatini stumbled, but he had excellent control over his body and was about to adjust back.

The blue-and-white number 9 appeared next to it. Patrick was surprised to see that it was Leon who had chased him back!

Patrick swears he's never fucking seen a Uruguayan chase back like this.

Before Sabatini could fully adjust, Leon fell to the ground and tackled the ball away, and John immediately arched his right foot forward to Patrick.

Patrick's first stop has allowed his body to start directly. With Saldo next to him, Locatelli pressed diagonally forward, and without slowing down or changing direction, he struck the ball forward fifteen yards with the forefoot of his left foot before continuing to accelerate forward.

Sabatini stepped forward, and the price to be paid by AC Milan was to defend.

The most capable part of this defensive system is gone. Patrick continued to move forward, and now he had Henk and Phil running in front of him.

He had managed to get rid of Saldo and Locatelli before limping in. Raising his left foot and landing his left foot, this feint action directly made Lemos sit on the ground.

With the entire San Siro watchful eye, Patrick had already broken through three of them on the counter-attack and made it outside the box. He caught a glimpse of Sabatini rushing back as fast as he could, and he immediately sent a through ball to find Phil.

Phil formed a single knife and chose to pass Donnarumma, but his past moment somehow lost control and fell to the ground.

People looked at the referee, and San Siro was in a commotion.

Phil shouted louder, but the referee refused to award a penalty.

Patrick walked back, and he turned his head to look at the young AC Milan captain not far away. Sabatini had just received another command from Massimo from a distance, and was now turning his head to meet Patrick's gaze.

Patrick saw that Milan captain Sabatini's eyes were no longer indifferent, revealing something else. He didn't smile, he crooked his mouth.

Giancarlo Sabatini, your show is over, and you already know this, don't you?

****

There was a huge boo from the crowd, which was given to Phil Beasley by AC Milan fans. Milan fans near the away stands were exchanging insults and throwing garbage with QPR fans. There were even Milan fans who lit fireworks and threw them at the away stands, and the police and security guards in the stands immediately intervened to stop them.

At the moment when the referee refused to award a penalty, Yu Zixiang almost kicked the seat of a spectator in front of him in the stands. "It must be a penalty!" Zixiang said, although he didn't quite see it.

'I agree, it was a penalty. Pierre chimed in.

Zixiang just wanted to speak, but the head coach suddenly said: "Whether it is a penalty or not, Phil Beasley should not have chosen a goalkeeper, even if the angle is too small." However, Patrick's breakthrough just now is very strategic. ”

Zixiang thought for a while, and immediately said: "Sabatini doesn't dare to press anymore, right?" He himself is an attacking left-back, and Sabatini himself plays a position between left central defender and left wingback, so Zixiang can understand the meaning of this.

Pate chose to stay on the perimeter when Sabatini launched an attack forward, and after Sabatini conceded the ball, he immediately used a high-speed counterattack to burst the space left by Sabatini at the back. Moreover, Zixiang also saw that Massimo Romano immediately gave new instructions to Sabatini. Presumably, the young captain is no longer allowed to move forward.

The reason is very simple, if Sabatini presses forward again, and AC Milan is beaten like this again, no one dares to guarantee that they will not concede a goal again. Moreover, because Sabatini did not have time to return just now, the confidence of the entire Milan backfield players has been affected.

Zixiang glanced at the timer, and the next thing Milan had to do was to do their best to drag the game into extra time.

Massimo Romano's second substitution came on, with right-back David Calabria replacing Eden Hazard, which amounted to the addition of another defender. In response, Fahd Hallack was put up front.

On the QPR side, Leon, who had just made a key defense, couldn't hold on. Zixiang saw that his good buddy had cramps, and after being examined by the team doctor, he was helped out of the field. Christine was replaced by winger Joey Freeman. Also, Benjamin just collided with Sabatini and fell to the ground, his thigh was bruised and bleeding, and after a quick stop to the bleeding, it seemed that he could continue to play.

While both sides were making substitutions, Christine called Pat to the sideline again and pushed him back onto the field in a moment.

"Guess what the Queen is saying to Monsieur Amber?" said Pierre.

"Definitely an indication of the final attack. qpr doesn't want to play overtime. Zixiang said slowly.

"I mean, concrete. Pierre continued.

Zixiang thought back to the scene just now, and it seemed that Christine had spoken to Pat at most two or three words. He looked at the manager, expecting to hear some analysis from him, but he didn't speak. There are no special expressions.

Instead, it was the teaching assistant who said it. "Joey Freeman is interesting to play as a winger and can provide the width of the wings with Genk De Graaf so that there is more space for the QPR attack in the middle. ”

When Zixiang turned his eyes, he seemed to see a smile cross the corner of Mr. Flores's mouth.

The game continues.

Milan's previous wave of attacking momentum is gone, and they have rebuilt their defensive formation with a back five, this time not switching, but defending in the low post with the aim of sealing off space. Zixiang was amazed by the team's ability to adjust, like a mechanized army, and quickly returned to his previous defensive state. But Zixiang also found that Pat's position returned to the pure forward position. This position is Pat's favorite, and Zixiang knows it. Joey Freeman pulled wide on the left and gave up the middle completely to Patter.

It's just that time is really running out. 0:1 (1:1 out of all) on the scoreboard remains the same.

On 87 minutes, a cross from Genk was cleared by Lemos and formed a corner.

In the 88th minute, QPR's corner kick attack was cleared by Milan in succession.

On 89 minutes, Pat pulled back a little and got the ball. At this point, Benjamin pulled a little to the left and helped Pat take a man.

Then Pat started to start, about fifty yards from goal.

Zixiang felt that his palms were sweaty, and he felt that there was sweat on his chest and back. After Pat started, he didn't pass, but picked the ball to Phil in front.

Phil got the ball back, and after that move, Pat was closer to the opponent's goal, and now there were less than forty yards left.

Milan's current midfielder Locatelli pressed from the side.

Pat took the ball and paused for a moment. By this time, Locatri had moved close enough, but was a little afraid to stretch his legs, and only cut off the transfer line from Pat to the far end.

Operation Pet. He voluntarily kicked the ball towards Locatelli, and the Italian subconsciously stretched out his foot.

Zixiang almost shouted excitedly, Pierre had already shouted.

The ball touched Locatelli's supporting foot. To be honest, Pyter's signature trick of replicating Bailey's passing skills is extremely difficult to control, especially this time, when the opponent is moving, it is even more difficult to control where the ball bounces back.

When the ball bounced back, instead of returning to Patrick's feet, it jumped forward, less than ten yards in front of Sabatini and less than ten yards from Pat.

And so the ball fell between the two.

Both immediately started and rushed towards the ball.

In that second, Zixiang felt that his heartbeat had stopped, and the time had been stretched infinitely, even more tense than when his team was playing. At that moment, he felt like the whole stadium of 76,000 people.

Both hit the ball with their left feet at the same time. Both men hit the ball very hard, and the ball came to a stop and seemed to spin rapidly on the ground.

The second hit is the most critical. Pat stretched out his right foot, and Sabatini extended his right foot. This time Pat was faster, he first touched the ball with the outside of his right foot, and went up, the ball flew into the air, and Pate's right foot almost touched the ball and also lifted into the air.

Zixiang's mouth opened wide.

The ball was in the air, and his right foot touched it twice in succession, outward and inward-

Patrick-Amber makes a bulltail in the air with her non-dominant feet.

If this is a freestyle football show, then Zixiang believes. But it was in the Champions League semi-finals and in the final minutes of the game he couldn't believe his eyes.

The ball went past Sabatini's left-hand side and the man crossed Sabatini's right-hand side.

After this continuous contact, the ball fell from the air behind Sabatini, brushing Patrick Amber's blond hair, and Zixiang even felt that the moment the ball fell, Pat kissed the ball.

The Real Madrid coach next to him suddenly spoke up and said an Italian word.

“fantasia”

Lemos moved briskly to make up for the gap left behind Sabatini after he was gone. Under Zixiang's gaze, Pat took the lead and passed past Lemos, the two shoulders touched, and the tall Uruguayan was forced to squeeze away.

Inspiration is followed by the power of brutality.

Zixiang watched Pat face Donnarumma, he already had the answer in his heart, and the 76,000 people at the scene and the countless fans in front of the TV also had the answer-

Pat volleyed the ball into the air and bounced between the legs of the Milan goalkeeper, almost breaking through the net and flying into the top of the goal!

With the bulge of the net, Zixiang jumped up, and then hugged Pierre beside him.

Fuck the ***, fuck the live TV and the reporters, our final opponent will be Queens Park Rangers!

When Pierre returned to his seat, he bent over, hesitated, and awkwardly said to the manager: "Sir, that Phil Beasley asked me to tell you that if we meet in the Champions League, he's going to kick you in the ass." ”

****

When the final whistle sounded, some people laughed, some cried, some jumped high, and some turned around.

Lu Ling hugged and danced with Tim and Daryl for a long time. It probably wouldn't be that long, but she felt that jumping off the heel of her heels might be a problem, even though she didn't mind walking barefoot out of San Siro with her heels in her heels.

Finally, she let go of Tim, let go of Daryl, tugged at the cuffs of her shirt, and walked over to Massimo. She didn't need to be arrogant, the other party knew what was going on. This time, she didn't smile, she didn't speak, she didn't even look at him. She shook the Italian's hand and staggered it the moment his mouth activated. Is it rude? She didn't care. She wasn't interested in hearing what he had to say anyway. She's still stingy sometimes, and she's not sure how long she'll remember the vendetta.

And, surely, there will be a fight, but until that time comes, she doesn't want to think of this person again.

Lu Ling showed his face and walked to the field. Little by little, the stands at the San Siro are getting crumbling, but for the teams that have qualified for the final, the night has only just begun.

She saw Pat and talking to Sabatini and the two exchanged jerseys, she saw Hans pick up Ian, she saw Gonzalo jumping like a child, she saw Leon and Phil dabbing, she saw Jake and Ben holding hands......

Lu Ling suddenly remembered something, she searched for it with her eyes, and when she turned around and saw the player, she beckoned to him. JT, who was replaced in stoppage time to strengthen the defense, ran in front of her with a silly smile. They hugged him, and she whispered in his ear, "I'll start you in the final." JT let go of her, excited, incredulous.

JT is a boy with a lot of ideas, and JT is a boy with a lot of ideas but not very much to say. Before this game, she told him that he would not start, and although his eyes were full of loss, he nodded firmly and promised "I will listen to the boss". She thanked JT for her cooperation. She may not be so lucky to meet such a good group of boys in the future.

"Fantastic, boss, I mean fantastic, thank you. JT spoke incoherently with excitement.

Lu Ling knew that in the past few days, this kid must have been wondering every day whether he would continue to be pressed on the bench if the team advanced to the finals.

No player wants to miss the Champions League final......

She was thinking about it, when suddenly, someone from behind her tightly wrapped her into her arms, full of sweat, and even her arms were locked, she saw JT's surprised face, she smiled, and whispered affectionately while turning her face, "Don't do this, wait for us to go back......" Before she finished speaking, she had already found out that she had recognized the wrong person. She was locked tighter, and a low male voice came from her ear, "...... Really, wait until we get back......" 166 Reading Network