It was already past nine o'clock when I came out of Nando-s. Abby asked someone to go to a nightclub, and politely asked Lu Ling if he would go, Lu Ling still had to go to work tomorrow, so he naturally declined. Abby didn't ask the boys, she must have asked before. She kissed Patrick and waved her hand on the bus.

There will be a competition in a few days, and the three young people have good self-discipline and are ready to go home to rest. They talked as they walked.

Yu Zixiang hooked Patrick's neck, "Abby is so sexy, aren't you afraid that she will go to a nightclub and be asked for her phone number by a bunch of men?"

"Abby just loves to dance. Patrick looked relieved, "Besides, it's her freedom where she goes, and it's not my turn." ”

Ian shook his head, "Pat, you're pretending to be cool again. I bet your heart flew to the nightclub with Abby. ”

Yu Zixiang looked over Patrick's head at the red-haired boy, "Oh Ian, maybe your heart flew over." Ian's face turned the color of pig liver again.

Lu Ling didn't listen too carefully to their conversation, thinking in his heart that since he had arrived in the city center, it would be better to take a few more stops and see Lu Yungui. She just transferred the account to him yesterday, and I don't know if he received it. I don't know if he has continued to gamble recently. Thinking of this, she was a little bored in her heart, and decided to go to the east and go back to the attic as soon as possible.

After taking a few steps, Patrick watched Christine slowly swallow after him, and then turned around and asked, "Hey, are you worried about Saturday's game? If Flores is suspended, you should be in charge." ”

Lu Ling looked at the boy, how could he seem to be quite excited about this, she nodded and followed.

******

By Thursday, Nicholas's penalty came down and he was banned for one game.

The media was very interesting about the Championship manager, with a reporter from The Sun named Jimmy Cooper writing:

Nicolás Flores is worthy of being a protégé of Jose Mourinho, one in the Premier League and the other in the Championship. It's sometimes hard not to wonder if the Spaniards are deliberately imitating the Portuguese, who dress, behave and behave. Of course, the Spaniard is younger, and handsome like a younger version of George Clooney. It's just a pity that his coaching level seems to be not half a star worse than his appearance.

In fact, that afternoon, Nicolás happened to receive a call from José.

The Portuguese laughed on the phone, "Nick, I told you a long time ago, that's how the FA fucks up!"

Nicholas was on the other end of the phone, with a straight face, and although it was expected, he was not satisfied with the punishment of the ban, he was just telling the truth. In the past, when he was in Spain, many coaches and players told him that England had a referee problem. He also knows that the British love smooth, bloody football – and they want to play football as rugby. But it's another thing to really feel the amateurism of English referees.

"Damn, I can only wish my assistant the best of luck the first time he commands on the spot!" Nicholas curled the corners of his mouth at the thought of Christine's stubborn eyes, in fact, he really didn't have to worry too much about her abilities.

"Oh, that little girl?" said Jose, "I've heard she's a very smart coach. Maybe I'll go to Loftus Road next game. Anyway, I've been very idle lately. The madman teased himself, having recently left Stamford Bridge. This season's coaching experience must have been the biggest bottleneck he has faced since becoming a manager. But listening to the voice, at least he's in a good mood now. Manchester United have had poor results of late, and Dutchman Louis van Gaal could be out at any time. It's not been a day or two since the Portuguese have been eyeing the Manchester United manager's position.

"Oh, that's great, everybody is guessing your next home – it's QPR. "Nicholas never smiled when he joked. He knew Jose wanted to go to Old Trafford, but unfortunately there were many good things.

"Nick, are you so calm, aren't you afraid that I'll take your job?" José laughed before he could finish speaking.

"Yes, that's right, as if QPR could please you. Nicholas said just as he saw the assistant coach come in, he glanced at it and asked, "By the way, Jose, if you're serious, would you like to sit in the box or in the lower stands?"

"Hit Burnley, huh...... If I think about it, I still prefer the lower stands. ”

"Okay, then, see you on Sunday. Nicholas hung up the phone.

Lu Ling glanced at the Sun newspaper on the table, and the page that Nicholas turned to seemed to have a report about him, but the page pressed under that page to expose a female body on one side was really eye-catching.

"I didn't expect Mr. Flores to have time to read such tabloids. Could it be that the quality of the three editions of the girls in this issue is too high?" Lu Ling asked teasingly.

Nicholas put away the newspaper, "Didn't you say I was narcissistic? Of course a narcissistic person should pay attention to what the outside world says about him." As for the third version of the girl, I don't even remember the color of her hair. ”

Of course, you won't remember the hair color, only the size and shape. Thinking of this, Lu Ling smiled falsely at the Spaniard, "Okay, then how does the Sun Newspaper evaluate you?"

"I haven't lost a game yet, and there's a guy named Cooper who has belittled me to nothing. Nicholas remembered the man's brushstrokes, as if he had a personal vendetta. He had a vague impression of the name, as if he had asked him a question at the press conference.

"Ha, believe me, the English media have always been harsh on outsiders, and this is just the beginning. Lu Ling remembered all the reports she had read before, and remembered the care of MOTD (matchoftheday, BBC's ace football show) for her own players, and her words were not an exaggeration. She didn't continue the conversation and began to get down to business, "Actually, Mr. Flores, I'm here to transfer. Rice said Manchester United could talk. As for Gomis, Swansea don't want to let it go, and the player himself doesn't have much intention. He asks you, would you like to change your goals?"

Nicholas said firmly, "I'm going to want Gomis!" Although it is not a great role, it is the most suitable striker for the current squad that QPR is likely to get at the moment.

Lu Ling actually doesn't quite understand what Nicholas likes about Gomis, but he is just a second-rate striker, he is thirty years old, and he has to say what advantages he has - his physique is really good. However, she does like the Dutch kid from United's development squad and it would be a huge addition to the backline if Mensah could come.

After talking about the transfer, the two began to talk about the situation of the opponent the day after tomorrow.

Burnley manager Sean Dyche is the guy known to the British media as Ginger Mourinho (the ginger-haired Mourinho). English, 44 years old, loves British 442.

Burnley's overall strength is good in the Championship, but its extremely British squad and style of play make them have little place in the Premier League, and they were relegated last season. This season has been a solid result in the Championship and is currently at the top of the table.

The strongest man in the squad is Andre Gray up front, who currently tops the Championship scorers' charts.

Speaking of Andre, it is Lu Ling's old knowledge. The player was brought in from Brentford by Burnley this season, where Lu Ling spent two years as a reserve squad coach – yes, she was in contact with Andre. It's true that he's a player with some ability, but his talent is far from being comparable to Patrick's.

Although this Burnley is not a strong opponent, the current QPR will still be a little tricky to face it. Nicholas agrees that Burnley's one-man England man will make a mess of QPR's tattered backfield.

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Saturday, sunny day, strong wind.

The suspended Nicholas will be in the stands today with FA officials watching him prevent him from contacting the coaching staff. Today's head coach responsibilities will be fully represented by his assistant coach, Kristen Lu. He worked with the assistant coach to set up the tactics, but any on-the-spot command and changes in this game, including the atmosphere of the conversation in the dressing room, will be done by Lu Ling alone - George will help her, but Nicholas doesn't think he will make much of a difference.

Lu Ling's eyes were dark, and the bags under his eyes were a little heavy. She was wearing the club's smallest training uniform, and she wore a club-issued down jacket over the training uniform, and she still looked very energetic.

As for whether she is beautiful or not, that is not her focus.

Nervous? Actually, it's fine. She looked at the tactics board again, and yes, nothing was wrong. It's strange that there is no Nicholas in the dressing room. She looked at the twenty or so men in front of her, pursed her lips, and her brain suddenly went blank.

They seemed to be waiting for her to say something. Yes, the manager should have said something before the game, but what did he say? Does Nicholas say it every game? Why doesn't she remember it at all.

George coughed lightly, how could James, Robert, and even Captain Nedham all look at jokes?

Lu Ling glanced at Patrick again, and the boy's eyes were full of trust. Speaking of which, only Pat has never doubted her abilities. Ian was stupid, constantly pointing his head into the air, motioning for her to speak quickly. As for Yu Zixiang actually baring his teeth at her, she never figured out what was going on in his head.

Lu Ling took her hands out of the pockets of her down jacket, and her two hands stiffened in the air, and then she applauded a few times in embarrassment:

"Okay, boys, go win the game!" (Boys, gogetthem!)

When she finished speaking, they burst into laughter. Even the corners of Patrick's mouth twitched a few times.

The twenty-six-year-old assistant coach stood there like a comedian.

They got up with a smile and walked out, ready to line up in the players' tunnel.

Yu Zixiang and Ian walked past Lu Ling shoulder to shoulder, Patrick walked behind them, and the boy gently patted her shoulder as he passed, and whispered, "Don't worry, it's me." ”

Lu Ling nodded, she really wanted to pat their butts one by one like Nicholas, but it didn't seem to be appropriate.

The players all went out, and Lu Ling also walked out. Several colleagues on the coaching staff looked at her, all of them had the virtue of wanting to laugh but not smiling if they gave her face.

Lu Ling lowered her head, she actually called them boys, what the hell was she thinking? She herself was only twenty-six years old, and they were not fifteen or sixteen years old. Of course they would have laughed at her.

But having said that, it's not a big deal, the next game is the most important thing!