Last August.

"Nick, I've always wanted to know what your main job was when you were Jose's assistant teacher?"

The Spaniard walked up to her with a bottle of open red wine and two goblets. She was half-floating in the water, lying on the edge of the pool waiting for his reply. At least he was still wearing panties, and she wasn't wearing anything. Maybe she'll have to bring a swimsuit next time she comes to Liverpool, she thought.

His smile was gentle, but a little ambiguous, "Babe, look at yourself, do you really think I can answer serious questions without distraction?"

She really looked down at herself, looking very appreciative.

He sat down on the edge of the pool and continued as he poured his drink: "Study your opponents and arrange training sessions. ”

After listening to this, Lu Ling thought about it carefully and asked, "Will you provide ideas for building an offensive system?"

He handed her the glass, his brow twitching, and he laughed.

"What does that mean?" she took a sip of her wine, feeling good.

"What do you think?"

"You definitely understand Jose's football philosophy, but you don't share his football philosophy – I've known that for a long time. You're flexible with your attacking builds, you're good at adding numbers locally, you're good at creating space, and although you look down on the traditional British 442, you like to play wide, sometimes narrow. But Jose's game at Real Madrid, at least on an offensive level, I don't see any traces of you. I don't know, I'm a little confused. ”

He reached over and touched her face, which was still watery and smooth to the touch, and before he could move elsewhere, she took his hand away. She was thinking and didn't want to be disturbed.

He stared at her, lust growing. It's just over.

He put down his glass, stood up suddenly, and walked away.

She didn't even notice.

When he returned, he threw a bathrobe over.

"Put it on. "Consistent commanding tone.

She looked up, but she didn't react, her thinking was completely out of reality.

"Put it on, babe. The way you are, I can't think about anything else but ......"

She put on her bathrobe.

They sat together by the pool drinking red wine, but neither of them spoke.

"José is stubborn. He spoke suddenly.

"I know that. ”

"He's got his comfort zone. ”

"Go on. ”

"Along that lines, he doesn't have a strong desire to dominate the ball because it makes him feel like he's out of control and out of his comfort zone. ”

"Do you think Jose is very controlling?" Lu Ling asked him.

"Do you need to ask?" he asked, tilting his head to look at him, smiling.

'He's not really asking for possession, but he's still very controlling. She frowned and said, "You're also very controlling, it's a different kind." The same is true of Pep and Louis van Gaal. But because the football philosophy is different, it is different. Oh my God, the Dutch have completely ruined the word philosophy (because Van Gaal likes to say the word philosophy in front of the British press, which has been ridiculed a lot). If I were to be a manager one day, I would never say that word in front of the media. ”

She said a string, and her mouth moved cutely. He smiled and didn't answer, it was clear that she hadn't finished yet.

Sure enough, she continued: "Pep thinks that you can only control the ball when you get it, so he demands absolute possession (if you lose it, you have to get it back immediately), while Jose is the complete opposite, he thinks that the side that gets the ball can make a mistake at any time, so he prefers to give up the ball. The Portuguese's approach to building a team has always been centred around a solid backline. ”

He stared at her, knowing that there were only two of them left in the world.

"So what you're trying to tell me is that neither you, nor Aitto, nor Boas, have any influence on José's core thinking, and are only allowed to provide details of the operation. The construction of the system has nothing to do with you?"

He put his arms around her and kissed the top of her wet head, his voice already a little hoarse, "Clever girl." ”

She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly stared into his dark eyes seriously and asked, "Is it difficult for people to step out of their comfort zone?"

He didn't answer directly, and asked a strange question, "Do you remember one time when you went on a date?"

"You called me back. ”

"Yes. ”

"You were doing push-ups when I came back. ”

"Yes. ”

"What do you want to tell me?"

"It's hard to step out of your comfort zone. ”

She pondered the connection between his logic and it all, and she knew that losing control of one thing would be like killing him to him. At the same time, she was thinking about her comfort zone...... Football level, all levels.

But he took the glass from her hand and ripped off the strap around her waist.

****

Now.

The red liquid in the cup swayed. It's a good wine indeed.

The Portuguese in front of her is old enough to be her father, and in fact, José Mourinho is about the same age as Lu Yungui.

When she was Tom Sr.'s assistant, no, when she was still at Brentford, no, when she was preparing for the Level 2 coaching exam, she started studying his match against Pep Guardiola. A master of pragmatism and idealism.

Lu Ling always thought that the day she became the head coach, the Portuguese would definitely retire, and she didn't want fate to favor her so much.

She's fought Jose three times, no, four, if you count the Community Shield. Her record is two draws, one win and one loss.

And judging from these four encounters, as Nick said, as she thought, the Portuguese couldn't jump out of her comfort zone.

Can't jump.

Lu Ling licked his lips, looked at the Manchester United coach and said, "Jose, this wine is really good." ”

"So you like it?"

"Very. She laughed, self-deprecating, "I don't know much about red wine." But I don't think it takes much theory to think about whether it's good or not. ”

José also smiled and pouted, he disagreed, too lazy to refute. He wasn't in a good mood.

"Too much football, we don't talk about that for a few minutes. He said.

"Then I guess we'll just look at each other and don't talk. She joked.

In fact, there is an obvious common thread between them.

"I guess you don't want to talk about Nick either. José still mentioned it.

She was silent and took another sip. There is not much liquid left in the cup.

José asked if she wanted another drink, and she shook her head in thanks.

"Actually, I talked a lot about you when I was with Nick. She put down her glass and said lightly. Her fingertips were still on the wall, and if she hadn't had to go back to London in a moment, she would have loved to have another glass.

Jose wasn't surprised at all.

"Why did you break up with Nick?" Lu Ling asked. She wanted to be humorous and used the word breakup, but she now finds it a little ridiculous.

The Portuguese didn't mind at all, and he followed her words in a mocking tone, "We quarrel a lot. You know, sometimes I'm so angry that I want to kill him. I didn't want to be a killer, so ......"

Oh, Nick, indeed. At that time, she was often worried that Rice's face would blow up at any moment.

She just lowered her head and laughed at first, and then she couldn't stop laughing.

José was a little surprised to see her smile so exaggerated. She doesn't look like she was directing Ruoding on the sidelines just now.

He suddenly said, "You know, my daughter, who is seven or eight years younger than you. She sometimes talks to me about you. ”

"Oh, what about me?"

José thought for a moment and smiled, this time smiling amiably, "Matilda said you have good taste. Men and clothes. ”

Of course. She thought.

"Please help me tell her, thank you. ”

"I will. The Portuguese agreed, and continued, "I love her very much." Superior to all in this world. If one day you become a mother, you will understand how I feel. ”

"Your daughter is very happy. Lu Ling picked up the wine glass again. The smile faded from his face.

José poured her some more wine.

He had no intention. It wasn't until the young girl in front of him suddenly felt uncomfortable that he realized that her father had just made that gambling a while ago.

Lu Ling took the wine and wanted to drink it all, but in the end he only took a small sip.

She put down her glass, "Jose, it's time for me to go, the players are still waiting for me, thank you very much for your wine." She said with a smile.

"My pleasure. He put down his glass.

They hugged a little.

Before leaving, José said sincerely: "I'm sorry. ”

Lu Ling shook his head, smiled slightly, and his eyes were bright, "Oh, don't worry, Jose." I'm not a little girl. I do have to go. I thought, see you next year?"

"Who knows when we'll meet, not necessarily next year. The Portuguese pouted in a trademark way.

****

She's high/orgasmic. The screaming was loud. He didn't let her go and continued to stimulate.

She called his name.

Nick.

Nicholas snapped his eyes open. After holding his breath for a few seconds, he took a breath.

He felt a place that was very hard. There is pain. Not there, somewhere else.

He turned on the light and drank some water.

Then, I picked up my phone and took a look, five o'clock in the morning. The same time I woke up yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday......

How long it lasted, he doesn't remember.

He stared at the screen of the droplets for a moment. He had some videos and photos on his phone.

She said if your phone was stolen, I'd see our show on sex/erotic sites.

He said I think the number of views must be good.

She frowned and said it wasn't funny.

He hugged her and said don't worry, I've never had anything stolen except one.

He put his phone down.

After the breakup, he had never seen those. Neither today.

He quickly finished his bath, got dressed and went downstairs.

There was nothing in the fridge that he wanted to eat.

Nicholas thought about it, Isabella would buy food every Sunday, so there was always the least amount of food to eat on Sunday mornings. He always found it irritating, but he always forgot to tell the housekeeper.

Today, he wrote a note and pasted it on the refrigerator:

Isabella, please fill up some food on Thursday or Friday, or I'll be hungry on Sunday morning, thank you.

He left the house before six o'clock.

It's not dawn yet.

He is now the most diligent manager in the Premier League.

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