232 Chapter 232
They were barefoot on the floor and jumping up and shouting something in Spanish, accompanied by laughter. The atmosphere in the dressing room after winning a game is probably the same for clubs all over the world. It's just that Patrick doesn't know exactly what they're yelling at. That gave him a fleeting blankness in his blue eyes. He called in an interpreter and asked.
The translator said: "Neymar just asked Busquets to video them and Busquets said they looked stupid and that his phone was running out of battery......
Patrick listened to this...... There's really nothing to ask.
The translator added: "I think somebody will put a video or a photo on Instagram in a moment." β
Patrick tilted his lips and laughed at himself, "Thank you." At least I can understand the word instagram, except they don't mention it at all. After he finished speaking, he unhurriedly put on a clean T-shirt and put on a bracelet. He took out his phone and looked at it again. There are several unread messages and missed calls.
[sick?] (Are you homesick?)
- It was sent by Anna, and Patrick didn't reply. He wanted to go back and call her back.
There's also the missed calls from Steve and Ross Barkley, who can just as much wait.
[6:0, do you regret going to Barcelona, asshole?jajajajaja]
- It was sent by Zixiang, and his string of jaja (Spanish haha) made Patrick laugh out loud. Patrick replied, "**u!gladthough.] (Fuck you!, but it's fun.) οΌ
[Today is fantastic, I'm wondering if it will be 10:00 if you are there...... Poor Stoker]
- It's from Ian, and Patrick replies: "10:0? γ
Ian quickly replied: "Cosyousuck!" (Because you suck!)
Patrick muttered "You're worse than me" on his phone, but didn't type again. He opened Twitter and saw a news headline that read:
amberhoοΌkeitndhalf
Who is Amber?QPR stoke six goals in the second half
The link to the image is Tina's smile on the sidelines, which is supposed to have been captured by a photographer after a goal. He'll be able to see her tonight. And she must be in a good mood, he thought.
"Patrick, Patrick, come here. β
Patrick looked up, and it was Gerard Peake calling him. He put down his phone, walked over, and joined them.
Messi was coming out of the shower, smiling and muttering something. Patrick glanced at Messi, and Pique quickly translated in his ear.
After Patrick came to Barcelona, he communicated with Pique the most, mainly because Pique played for Manchester United when he was young and spoke good English. He said "glacias" to Pique. He's still learning Spanish and won't understand everything so quickly. There will be a process for this, and he is not worried. After taking the photo and making a fuss for a while, he walked back to his locker. Messi's locker is right next to him.
The five-time Ballon d'Or winner has just gotten dressed. He smiled at him, mixed with English in Spanish and gestured to him, "Patrick, your goal today is beautiful." That helped us win the game. β
In this round of league games against Valencia, Barcelona won three points away thanks to a goal from Patrick Amber. His arrival has injected fresh blood into La Liga giants, who have not been in so hot form this season. In the standings, because Atletico Madrid lost to Real Madrid, Barcelona has equaled Atletico Madrid's points and moved to second place on goal difference. Unfortunately, in the Champions League in February, the English were unavailable.
Patrick said thank you in Spanish. When he came to Barcelona, the word "thank you" was the one he said the most. "I'm glad we won again. He continued in stumbling Spanish, his eyes inadvertently catching a tattoo on the inside of Messi's right arm, a beautiful eye.
"I'm glad you've joined us. Messi said. Argentines are thoughtful and still have Spanish words mixed with English words. Noticing Patrick's gaze again, he glanced down at his arm, then smiled a little shyly at him, "My girl, Antonella. β
"Of course. Patrick looked away, nodded his chin and answered in English.
Messi understood the word.
Tina's eyes are beautiful, too, but if I tattoo her eyes on my body, she'll never touch me again. Patrick thought. She's sure to say, "That's scary." β
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"It's scary. And so she said.
Patrick leaned on top of her and touched her lips, "That's romantic." β
"Yes, it was romantic, but it was scary. She emphasized, and then she stared warily into his eyes, "Don't even think about it." You can put my nose ...... though. Oh shit, forget it, that's even more terrifying. She was supposed to be trying to make a joke, but the image must have scared her mind first.
He then kissed the tip of her nose and said earnestly and affectionately, "How is your face?"
"God, if you do that, I'll kill you. Her tone didn't look like she was joking, and she was already pushing him with her hand.
Patrick grabbed her wrist and asked with a frown, "So, yourmajesty, if I want to get a tattoo, what can I get a tattoo?"
"Your father's name, your mother's name, Anna's name. Or...... Zoe's face. She laughed mischievously at this.
Patrick let go of her hand, nodded up, and pouted, "Oh come on, I'm not a Latina, I'm not going to carve my whole family into my skin, that's weird." As for Zoe...... All I can say is, come on, young lady. β
"Young lady, should I call you little boy?" she replied with a wink.
The next moment, he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her waist to get her on top of him. She shifted a little, adjusted to a comfortable position, and leaned meekly against his chest.
It's an intimacy that hasn't been seen in a long time.
The whole of the end of December and the beginning of January was like a nightmare. Before waking up from a nightmare, he made a shocking decision that led to the current result, separated by two places. Not only that, but he also put her and the whole team in a difficult situation for a while. Although, now, it looks like it's getting better......
But......
His chin rested on top of her head, and he didn't know if he should reconsider his decision.
Or was she thinking the same thing?
"By the way, Pat, don't call me Her Royal Highness. God, that's the weirdest thing tonight. She muttered suddenly, and quickly added, "You and Nick on the phone or what's the matter?"
"Why? Oh...... Really, that's what he called it?" Patrick was surprised, and there was a hint of jealousy in his tone.
She probably remembered something, and the sudden silence testified to that.
"Tina?"
She looked up at him.
"When you're in my arms, you can't think about him. β
Her lips curled into a beautiful arc, "You have to blame yourself for this." How did you come up with that damn word in your head? β
"Her Royal Highness. β
"Heyβ"
"Did he register a patent? If he didn't, I'm pretty sure I have the right. If he does, I'll get a lawyer. β
"Dyhell, hothe**oldareyou, lordamber?"
"I was happy with the title, and suddenly I went from a commoner to a nobleman. He quipped.
But she didn't answer. He shook her gently.
"Why do you think that self-confidence and narcissism must be based on low self-esteem? We all come from an ordinary family, and we worked hard to get what we have, and of course, luck. Why do they have to analyze my class, my family, even my accent, and infer a certain behavior of mine......"
"Tina, don't say it. He interrupted her.
"But what makes me sad is that I approve of psychology, I think it's logical, and I'm going to analyze my players and even you. β
"Are you still thinking about that article these days?"
'Of course not, I was all about playing Stoke City and thank God we got the three points. β
'I watched those goals and it was fantastic. Patrick didn't continue the conversation, instead saying, "Tina, you've never been one to care about other people's eyes. β
"No, I'm not. I just happened to think of this......"
"Do you want to know what I think?"
She looked up at him.
He lowered his eyes and stared at her dark and bright eyes, "You are Tina, Christine, Lu Ling, you are you, no matter what makes you who you are now, you are you, anyway, no matter what, you will not become another person." And for me, even if you had a miserable childhood, or even became a cold-blooded serial killer, I still love you. β
She touched his handsome face and whispered, "It sounds like you have no morals at all. β
"I might think you're doing something wrong, but that doesn't change the fact that I love you as a person. Does that sound immoral?" he said, taking her hand.
"yes, don't you think that's a bit morbid?"
"No, it's romantic. β
"It's romantic, but it's also a little morbid. She withdrew her hand and asked him, "What time is your plane tomorrow?"
"It's past four o'clock in the afternoon. After answering the question, Patrick was a little frustrated.
He began to kiss her soft neck, and his hand reached into her dress. The rhythm of her breathing gradually became chaotic, and little by little a soft, hoarse sound came from her throat. She got up a little and sat on top of him with her legs apart.
He suddenly stopped and asked, "Is it a good thing to be eliminated from the FA Cup?"
"In a way, sort of. She frowned slightly, her fingers sliding over his tense abs.
'Carabao Cup on Thursday night, ...... at Anfield'
"Oh, Pat, I'm going to Liverpool to play, not to see him. I go to Liverpool at least twice a season, do you have to worry about it every time? I'm really getting tired of it. She interrupted him hurriedly, her voice impatient. Her hand had reached into his panties, but now she had taken it out.
All his movements also stopped.
They looked at each other with a little disappointment and hurt in their eyes.
"I just wanted to ask if you're ready to field a full squad at Anfield. His tone was very low, and there was no enthusiasm in his voice.
ββ¦β¦ I'm sorry, Pat, I ......" Her face was full of embarrassment.
"There is no need to apologize. He muffled.
She tried to get off him, and he grabbed her legs. She hesitated and didn't move again.
He gently scraped the skin of her thighs with the back of his fingers, and the touch was as smooth as silk. He finally saw her, he was going to leave tomorrow afternoon, and the next time he saw her, it might be half a month later, maybe longer, and he didn't want to end the night like this at all.
But she suddenly began to speak, "If it was the early stage of the Carabao Cup, we would have been eliminated, but we all reached the semi-finals, and if we didn't fight, the players, the fans, and the media, including Nate and Toney, would not be satisfied. And, you know me, I want to win all the competitions and trophies I can. Although I was already two goals behind in the first leg, I will still be in full force at Anfield. And we were knocked out of the FA Cup, so we had a good rest on the day of the FA Cup. Although six goals were scored today, the attacking problem was not completely solved...... You're not there, we're a lot worse at the opposition team's defence, and that's going to cause some problems defensively. Don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming you, I'm telling the truth. β
ββ¦β¦ Do you still want Correa?"
She thought about it and shook her head, "You go to Barcelona, how can Atletico let him go? And even if you let go, this kid may cost sixty or seventy million pounds, and I am crazy to pay so much money to buy him." I'm only going to pay so much for your ......"
"I'm worth sixty or seventy million pounds in your heart?"
"You should ask the other players how much they are worth in my heart. Well, you're worth a hundred billion, are you satisfied?"
Patrick couldn't help but laugh, "Sounds like I'm priceless." Tina, you look a lot like Tony right now, you look very shrewd. However, I always thought that you didn't think about the price of the player at all. Nate doesn't mind spending money anyway. β
"In the long run, of course. On the other hand, if you spend a lot of money to buy a player who is not very good, it is detrimental to the team and my own reputation. You've also seen Pogba's season at Manchester United. It's not the fault of the French, he is still one of the best midfielders in the world in my eyes, but the expected Β£89 million man should do more than he has now. β
"Maybe the media and fans in Spain are still watching me. He shrugged his shoulders, a little dismissive.
She leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "If any team really buys you in the summer, that team is too lucky." You don't have to prove yourself to anyone, you're already the best player in the world, at least in my heart. Also, the Catalan newspapers have been giving you all the compliments lately, okay? They even demeaned the Englishman in Madrid worthless for it. She probably remembered the merciless mockery of Bell in Le Monde Sport and laughed.
"Oh, you still read the Catalan newspapers, are you so good at Spanish?" Her kiss and her words were the most delicious dessert in the world, and all the previous unpleasantness seemed to be diluted by the empty sweetness in the air.
"I started watching it after you went. Speaking of Spanish, how are you learning?"
ββ¦β¦ Not so good. β
"Whoever told you not to take your A-level seriously, I remember you took Spanish as well as me. β
"Oh, as if your Spanish was good before. He said sourly, "When you first got together with Flores, I am afraid you couldn't even understand what he said!"
Her face flushed, "I was very busy when I was at A-level, in addition to going to school, I had to take FA coaching courses, I had to play in the varsity team, and I had to take a group of U11 children to play games......
"I was also very busy, training sessions, competitions. Sometimes I have to go back to writing my essay after a competition, and I even have a quiz the next day! Also, I have to see you every week before I go to QPR. If I can't see you one week, I'll always think about you that week. β
"You had a girlfriend at the time!"
"I didn't say I missed it. Just wanted to see you. β
His voice fell, and the room suddenly fell silent.
The two looked at each other, and a few seconds later, almost at the same time, they leaned over to each other's lips.
Patrick realized something after the heat and ferocity subsided.
She loved distance so much, and it even made her unusually soft and welcoming. That's what she's always been in her comfort zone. But that's not exactly what he is. He didn't know how he fell asleep with her in his arms, but fortunately he had no dreams all night.
The next morning, when Lu Ling went to Harrington, Patrick was still asleep.
She didn't want to wake him up, but she kissed him anyway.
"I'm going to Harrington, Pat. Come back at noon. She whispered softly.
"Good. Patrick answered her kiss with sleepy eyes.
She abruptly left his lips, opened her eyes, and asked, "Are you going to make a permanent move in the summer?"
"I can't answer that right now. β
Actually, they all know that this is the answer.
"But you have to know that it wasn't a naΓ―ve decision after a fight. Patrick added.
"I understand. No one knows what will happen if you don't go. It could be better, it could be worse. β
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There are some things that Lu Ling didn't mention last night. She just wanted to enjoy the sweet night after the big win, and she didn't want it to be dull and complicated. Even so, she had some unpleasantness with Pat last night.
In fact, yesterday after the game, she, Tim and Rice had a short meeting, and she and Rice had a heated argument.
She hasn't actually quarreled with Rice for a year or so, and the summer transfer window is working well - of course, the selection is basically agreed upon by Lu Ling and Tim, and only Jacob Harding is on the list recommended by Rice.
Rice thinks the team's young attacker, Joey Freeman, should be given a starting spot, but Lu Ling thinks it's too early.
"I remember you saying you should give young players a chance......" Rice mocked.
'It's not like people, some players can play in the top flight at 17 and some players don't. Joey has talent, but it's not the time yet. β
"So the truth is always on your side, isn't it? Because you privately decide who can be on and who can't, our analysis team, our academy team, our coaching staff are useless, right? Who said this player must not be sold, and now who has let him go?"
Lu Ling continued to fight and directly asked him for the list of reinforcements.
Not satisfied with the list of replacements given by Rice, she asked for an expanded search, but received a response that the club's scouting system was not yet able to cover too many continental leagues and South American leagues.
She said: "We are now a team that wants to compete for the top four, or even the championship, and we can't limit ourselves to these few islands. It's been a year and a half since we were promoted to the Premier League, and your scouting system is still as primitive as that?"
"In addition to England and Ireland, we have scouts who are constantly following the Bundesliga and Eredivisie, as well as the Spanish ......"
Lu Ling immediately retorted: "How many people are there? What we need to build is a huge team of scouts, I don't ask you to complete this at once, but you have to at least take some action? What about the French league? What about Portugal? Our new South American signings still rely on me, the head coach, and Tim himself to find them...... The question is how many players can we watch? How many players are there in the world? How many geniuses have slipped through our hands?"
"One thing, you have to make clear, Christine, you're not my boss. β
Les was unhappy with her attitude. And, it's not that he doesn't want to expand the scouting system, but he feels the manager is exaggerating. Moreover, he has not been very satisfied with her behavior of overstepping her authority to perform player selection duties in his place. But new owner Nathan Neil Lawrence has given her that power.
In the end, the meeting broke out unhappily.
When Lu Ling ran into Rice in the restaurant this morning, he was extremely embarrassed.
The two did not say hello.
Lu Ling became more and more aware that some of his ideas at the beginning of his coaching were a little too idealistic. For example, she thinks she has the time and energy to be in charge of everything on the team. She used to hate the position of director of football as much as Nick. Rice's mediocrity had made her further deepen this awareness.
But she's been manager for more than a season, and it's impossible not to plan for the long-term development of herself and the team.
Rice may not be a good director of football, but what she needs is not to abolish the position altogether, but to find the right people to help her find good transfer targets.
She needs to build a strong scouting system and be managed by a competent director of football, like Nick's Everton, with a fantastic director of football, Steve Walsh.
Lu Ling was originally ready to make innovations at the end of the season, and the quarrel with Rice strengthened her determination.
It's just that it seems that this winter window should be difficult to buy a good frontcourt attacker.
When she returned to the office, someone had already brought the day's newspaper. She hadn't had time to read it at home this morning, and now she glanced at the back pages of a few newspapers.
After yesterday's 6-0 victory, the media gave praise to the media, and even The Sun published an article praising the "feared ranger", although the headline and writing were a little helplessly sour. Of course, the byline is not David King.
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Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Patrick looked at his watch, he was almost on his way to the airport.
"Do you want a little sleep?" he asked, kissing her on the brow.
"Nope. But I want to take a break and get back to work. β
He smirked and got up. He saw her close her eyes.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I never wanted to tattoo your eyes on my body, after all, someone else had done it. He said suddenly, putting on his pants.
"Wise decision. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile, her lips closed together, seductive.
Patrick couldn't help but kiss her again, pinching her ass through the covers.
"But we can do it together......" he said, rubbing his lips against her eyes.
"What?"
"You tattoo my name, I tattoo your name. β
"Oh, that's great, why don't we just go to the town hall and get married. She quipped.
He chuckled under his breath, "Okay, I'm glad to do it, since you're proposing." But I never thought it was you who proposed to me. β
"Patrick-Amber! Damn, can't you tell I'm sarcastic?" she looked angry and helpless.
Patrick kissed her again, then straightened up, still smiling a little on his face, "Come to think of it, I'm serious." I'm gone, see you later, Tina. β
As he went downstairs, he heard her muffled voice.
"That's so cheesyβ"
He didn't turn back, but responded to her words, "It's cheesy, but I just want to do something cheesy with you." β
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Lu Ling returned to Harrington, and Tim was working in his office watching the ball game. She knocked on the door twice, then leaned against the door and said to Tim with a smile, "You see, the great thing about being a football coach is that you can watch the football when you work, oh wait, I should say that a big part of our job is watching the game." She said, looking up at the TV screen.
It was the Merseyside derby, and the second half started with the score 1:1.
Tim glanced at her, quickly turned his gaze back, and continued to stare at the screen, but teased in his mouth, "Your lunch break is a bit long......"
"You know, you can sell all the information you know to The Sun, and that must be more than you make in a year. Lu Ling's eyes were also fixed on the TV.
"All I said was that your lunch break was a bit long...... I didn't even mention someone's name. β
"Very interesting!" Lu Ling smirked twice, "Don't look at it, inform Rice, have a meeting ......" She had a headache at the mention of this football director. She was about to turn her head when a shot appeared on the TV screen.
Sofia and Diego Flores, who is almost a year old, sit in the stands, while Sofia also has a sexy and hot Latina girl next to her. The shot flashed quickly.
Tim looked back and smiled and said, "It looks like Nick finally has a serious girlfriend." β
Before Lu Ling could speak, a more interesting scene appeared in the TV camera.
Just two minutes into the second half, the Everton boss "teased" Liverpool captain Jordan Henderson on the sidelines.
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