Everton's final round of fixtures was also at home. Goodison Park is filled with singing.

"We're after you, we're after Nick Flores!"

The last time the Toffees had a chance to play in the Champions League was under David Moyes in 2005, but they were eliminated in qualifying that year. The last time they were able to reach the Champions League was in 1970.

Although the Liverpool-based team failed to win the title this season and forced the Manchester duo to quit the title race until the final week, it was undoubtedly the team's best result in the Premier League's history, and even in nearly three decades.

And the creator of this achievement, Nicolás Flores Garcia, is standing near the center circle at the moment, receiving the cheers and praises of the fans at Goodison Park.

Historically known as the 'Academy of Sciences', the pitch is used to describe Everton's sophisticated and ingenious style of football. And now, the Spanish marshal has brought it back to Goodison Park.

It's been a successful season, it's just not successful enough. After Nicholas handed the microphone back to the club's official host, his facial expression was slightly complicated. It was supposed to be the best year of his thirty-five years, but it wasn't, not so soon after his thirty-fifth birthday.

He was wearing a white shirt, which was very windy in Liverpool, and soon, the shirt that had been half-wet before was blown dry. He walked around the field with the players and walked into the players' tunnel. He walked into the locker room after a television interview. He said a few more words and the players were excited. They love him, they respect him and they look forward to next season.

And so he was.

After that, he walked to the press conference. Outside the press room, he glanced at the TV hanging from the white wall.

Sky Sports is airing Manchester United's title-winning moments.

He cursed in a low voice in Spanish, with an extremely faint smile. Jose Mourinho won the Premier League title again. Next season, he thought, I would snatch the Premier League crown from the so-called "mentor". He was looking forward to seeing José's face at that time.

Everton's press officer came over and said: "Mr Flores, it looks like we'll have to wait a little longer, Ranieri seems to have a lot to say. ”

He nodded, then continued to watch the TV with his head held high.

After a moment of interjecting commercials, he was distracted for a moment. He's not in a hurry, but he's not very patient either.

He just wanted to bow his head, but he saw the girl crying in the short moment.

It was his girl.

****

When Lu Ling came out of the media room and saw himself with tears on his face on TV, he was still a little embarrassed. She would love the media not to take the photos taken at this moment as news images, but she knew it might be difficult to get her to.

Well, fuck it. Crying is crying. She thought.

She didn't think much of it, and walked straight in the direction of the locker room. After walking for a while, she suddenly remembered that she should go directly to the restaurant. She looked at her watch again, and it was past six o'clock. She turned a corner and headed for the elevator.

I met several club employees along the way, and they all comforted her directly or indirectly.

She knew they were kind, but she really didn't like being treated like that. She's not a fragile person, at least not most of the time. She doesn't want others to think she is. Although she knew that tears or crying did not mean vulnerability. How many strong men on the pitch will shed tears at the touching moment.

She walked into the restaurant.

Instead of hosting VIP fans after the game, the VIP restaurant at Loftus Stadium was chartered by the club's hierarchy, team legends, members of the coaching staff and players.

Her arrival caused the whole restaurant to burst into warm applause.

Is this a high level of recognition within the club?

Although Lu Ling was disrespectful, he still felt a little surprised. It feels good.

****

This is not a formal dinner.

Lu Ling took a large plate of food and prepared to sit down and eat it. Before she could touch her butt in the seat, Nathan Neal sat across from her. He also took a large plate of food.

She raised her eyes and smiled extremely fakely, "I'm really surprised that you are actually alone today." ”

"Aren't you sitting across from me?" said the tall and straight American, who was wearing an extremely high-end blue suit today, smiled quite brightly. But after he finished speaking, he frowned, "I'm sorry." ”

"It surprised me even more. He actually took the initiative to apologize for his "*", and Lu Ling was a little surprised and puzzled.

A waiter came over with a wine tray, Nathan Neal took a glass of champagne, and Lu Ling took a glass of red wine.

“ell... I promised Pat. He said you were his. I shouldn't have said that. Nathan Nir said as he took a bite of the mussel into his mouth, chewing and exclaiming, "It's better than I thought." ”

Lu Ling thought about what he said, did he have such a good relationship with Pat? She was a little uncomfortable with it. She lowered her head, absentmindedly munching on pasta and taking another sip of wine.

"Seriously, Christine, you're a great manager. I'm glad we have you in the team and I think we need to talk about your new contract after that. ”

Lu Ling nodded, she would hand it over to Steve anyway.

"It's boring to talk about this during a meal. Let's talk about your relationship with our leading stars. ”

"Not what you think. ”

"That's what I thought...... Do you mean you haven't slept yet? Wow-" The young club president said in a small voice, but his expression was exaggerated, "If it were me, this would never have happened." I've heard you're very welcoming in bed...... Sorry, but that shouldn't be said. Then, with some embarrassment on his handsome face, he quickly took a sip of champagne.

Lu Ling was amused by his appearance. Was he really unable to resist the urge to flirt with the girl, or was it on purpose?

"Nathan Neal ......"

"Nate, please! You call me Nathan Neal, and I always feel like my mother is calling me. Nathan Neil's green eyes rolled, "That's right, it's really my mother who calls me that." She has an obsession with her full name. ”

"Nate, I'm curious, you ...... about these things"

"Are you trying to ask me why I don't care? Personally, I respect you for whatever your private life looks like. My private life is messy enough anyway. Nathan Neal said and smiled, his green eyes half teasing and half serious, "However, as the owner of the club, I really don't want your private life or Pat to affect the interests and image of this club. He said, winking at her, "Maybe the two of us who have messy private lives should ...... Oh shit, you're really attractive, I keep forgetting. His eyes rushed to him as he said this.

Following his gaze, Lu Ling knew that there was someone behind him. She turned around, it was Pat.

This guy has been being dragged by Rice and Tony just now, and after chatting for a long time, it is estimated that his patience is almost worn out.

He had clearly been bathed, and his blond hair looked soft. I'm still wearing a jersey, but it's probably not the same one I used to play in, and I've changed into jeans. He doesn't have much food on his plate. In fact, there are only two slices of pizza and a little salad.

He looked down and smiled at her, his eyes soft and fiery. She didn't take his eyes off her eyes and smiled at him. But when he looked at Nathan Neal, his gaze became a little cold. He sat down next to her and said to the club owner opposite, "Nate, I'm curious, do you have any times when you don't get in heat?"

"Very little. Nathan Neal said unconcernedly. He shrugged his shoulders again and threw the question back, "What about you? I just heard from Christine that you haven't slept yet." ”

Patrick didn't look at Nathan Neill again and asked Tina softly, "You told him this?"

"I didn't say anything. She smiled and shook her head, and continued to eat the food on her plate, which was already halfway through.

"You seem to have eaten a lot. ”

"Yes, a little hungry. How's the pizza taste?"

"Not bad. Want to try it?"

"Hey-" Nathan Neal interrupted them, dissatisfied, "There's a third person at this table." You can't do that to me. ”

Patrick looked up, "I only go into heat with certain people. ”

Lu Ling instantly felt his cheeks burn. She wasn't shy, she just thought of those kisses with Pat before, and something seemed to be brewing in her heart. Pat looked over, and she smiled at him, extremely unnatural.

Patrick noticed her reddened ears and face, and felt excited and happy. He looked at her, smiling a little arbitrarily and a little teasingly.

Lu Ling pretended not to see it. She finished her last bite of pasta, drank her last sip of red wine, and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

"Oh*, did you know you look like two stupid teenagers?!" Nathan Neal said with a teasing smile, but when he put down his knife and fork, the conversation shifted, "Seriously, I don't care what the hell is going on with you two, anyway, don't let this make the news." It's going to be a huge nuisance. Christine—"

Lu Ling looked at him, and the American's gaze was really serious this time.

"Christine, it's going to be a lot more complicated than your romance with that Spaniard. Believe me. Even if I don't fucking care about the image of the club, the pressure you're going to face is going to be overwhelming. As for Pat, I think he's going to be a 'hero' in the men's mouths...... No way, we don't live in a perfect world, and sexism will always exist. ”

Patrick's brow furrowed as he shook her hand, and she shook his.

Lu Ling looked at Nathan Neal and said seriously: "Nate, I appreciate your advice and agree with your point of view. But it's really not what you think. ”

"Actually, it doesn't matter what I think. But if, I mean if...... I think the pressure from the media and your peers and the fans will eat you up. ”

"I'm not going to let these things happen. Patrick said as he squeezed her hand.

"It's better to be so. In short, trust me. Nathan Neal stood up as he spoke, his smile regained and he asked a strange question, "By the way, is Zixiang a conservative person?"

Lu Ling replied to him: "Are you a conservative person? ”

As soon as Nathan Neal left the table, several club names came over. Lu Ling withdrew his hand and inhaled without a trace. She glanced at Pat, his expression a little solemn - Nate's words had a certain impact on him.

****

This semi-formal buffet lasted more than an hour.

And the pitch outside the window is being refilled little by little. The sound insulation of the glass is good, but you can still hear the fans outside.

The farewell ceremony at Loftus Road is about to begin.

Lu Ling stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the court, as if all the sad emotions had exploded after the game. She was still reluctant to give up, but she was sure she wouldn't get too excited.

Pat was on the other side with his teammates like Zixiang, John, and Ian. Since then, he has been a little sullen, and when someone talks to him, he only casually replies. Sometimes the gaze that looks at her is tangled.

In the stadium, the lights are bright, and there are a lot of soap bubbles rising from the stands.

Lu Ling glanced back at the TV, where Sky Sports was broadcasting the farewell ceremony at Loftus Road Stadium live.

Outside, sensational singing rang out.

Then, the lights went out.

It was dark, accompanied by cheers, and fireworks went up.

"It's beautiful. Lu Ling looked at the court and couldn't help but sigh.

Patrick walked up to her at some point. There were a lot of people around, all talking.

Lu Ling glanced at him, and her handsome face was covered with a thin layer of sorrow, she hadn't seen this on his face for a while. She pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Patrick was still staring at her.

He couldn't kiss her here, he couldn't put his arm around her, he couldn't even hold her hand.

All this makes this season's Premier League Player of the Year, Premier League Young Player of the Year, Puskas Award winner, Premier League Golden Boot winner, and the future Ballon d'Or winner seen by the media and fans – Patrick Amber feel powerless.

He could have cared about nothing, but he couldn't let her be a joke.

The fireworks show is followed by a light show accompanied by music.

These are all warm-ups, and a small stage has been set up in the middle of the court.

The lights came back on, and Bruce appeared on stage for a great stand-up show. After that, the big screen began to look back on the magical season of QPR.

The celebrities have long since gone out. It's their part right away. After a while, they entered the stadium in a classic black British taxi.

"Is there anything more corny than that?" said Nathan Neal with a laugh.

Lu Ling glanced at the tall American, "I also wonder why this scene always appears, driving a stupid taxi into the field." ”

"You see, we still see things on the same page sometimes, maybe ......" This time Nathan Neal stopped at the right time, and Patrick was staring at him.

There are club employees urging the players and coaches to go down, and the next link is them.

Before leaving, Nathan Neal said to Lu Ling, "You have to come to New York and take your agent with you." ”

"Why didn't you come to London?"

"Sorry, I probably won't have time to come over lately. I'll be waiting for you in Manhattan. Nathan Neal said, glancing at Patrick, "Don't worry, Pat, I've got self-control. Well, I didn't, but you should always trust your Tina. ”

"I believe in her, not in you. Patrick patted Nathan Neal on the shoulder.

****

As the players and coaches stepped down from the stage in the middle circle, the farewell ceremony was coming to an end.

The club hired a well-known singer, and now he is singing the song. When he finished singing the song, fireworks went up again at the Loftus Road Stadium. This time, it was much grander than the opening fireworks and lasted a little longer.

Lu Ling and her players and coaches stood at the entrance of the players' tunnel and watched the stadium.

Fireworks rose into the air, briefly illuminating Loftus Road. She couldn't hear the voices of the fans, and she thought, maybe someone was crying, kissing, or laughing under the fireworks.

Either way, this is already the final goodbye.

The fireworks ended, and the audience was once again in darkness.

Patrick wrapped his arms around her waist in the darkness. She didn't break free, in fact, she leaned into his arms. Feeling her movements, his hand tightened a little.

Bruce's voice rang out: "It's time to get off the field!"

There was an uproar among the fans.

Several lights lit up and swept the stadium, and a giant blue and white flag from the main stand fell, with the middle reading:

fareellloftusroad(1904-2017)

The fans sang the team anthem.

Lu Ling turned around, unable to bear to listen to it anymore.

Farewell, Loftus Road.

****

Lu Ling said goodbye to each player at the door of the dressing room, and they will have three days off for the next day, but after that they will be in training for the FA Cup final.

When the last one, oh no, when the penultimate player walked out of this locker room, Lu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

It was an extraordinary, very long day. She was tired. Not only physically, but mentally also because of the release of emotions, mixed with joy and sorrow, very tired.

Patrick had been sitting in front of his locker since he returned, untidy, not knowing what he was thinking.

At the moment, the two of them were the only ones left in the locker room. The pitch outside had long since fallen silent, and there was no sound in the hallway.

So silent.

He looked a little downcast. Lu Ling thought. She walked over and sat down beside him.

After a few seconds, he grabbed her hand and whispered, "I didn't think about it before Nate said that. Sorry, Tina. ”

"It's okay, there's nothing to apologize for. She smiled at him.

He looked at her, her eyes were no longer swollen, and she smiled like a crescent moon. He asked her again, "What does it mean that you tell Nate that we are not what he thinks we are?"

This question made Lu Ling a little dazed. She shook her head, "Actually, I don't know. ”

"I think you know. ”

"I really don't know. ”

After a while.

“…… At the dinner table, why blush?"

"Because I thought of ......," Lu Ling did not continue. Just look at him.

"What?" Patrick looked at her as well.

Her eyebrows subconsciously began to seduce him, and instead of answering his question, she leaned over and leaned closer to his face.

Patrick grabbed her by the neck and kissed her on the lips. She also put her arms around his neck.

It's not gentle at all, it's intense from the start. The gasps of the two grew louder and louder, and he directly carried her to his lap.

She held his face, unusually enthusiastic. She could feel his reaction through his jeans.

It took a long, long kiss before parting.

Her face and neck were red. The dark eyes were a little misty.

Patrick put his arm around her waist against the tip of her nose and teasingly asked on her lips, "I want to go take a shower, do you want to join me?"

She touched his lips with her upper lip, and her voice was a little hoarse, "What if I say yes?"

He didn't expect this to be the answer at all, his beautiful blue eyes were full of surprise, and then they were intensely indissolvable*. He picked her up, she wrapped around his neck, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her again.

Then, he carried her into the shower.

He put her down and locked the door to the shower. 166 Reading Network