Eleven years ago, South East London, Southwark Park.

"Christine, I want to win the FA Cup too. The little blonde boy said with beautiful eyes.

"When you're older, you'll get it. The black-haired girl passed the ball to him, her eyes also bright, "Actually, I want to take it too." Although that cup doesn't look very good quality and it's not that pretty. ”

The little boy took her pass, picked it up, and began to bounce the ball with his head. He juggled the ball and said, "Then let's take it together." He seemed to think of something, and pushed the ball forward and passed it to the girl again, "Maybe you can be my head coach." ”

The girl stopped the ball. She pushed her hair behind her ears and casually agreed, "Okay." But, Pat, seriously, I think it's a small odds event. ”

Then she took two steps and prepared to wear the crotch of the little boy. But before he could make a move, the ball was broken. She was only able to teach him a little bit of technique when she first met him, and now she can't kick him at all.

"What's a small probability event?" asked the little boy as he tilted his head after breaking the ball, without moving.

"It's almost impossible to happen. The girl said with a frown.

It's starting to rain again, and the dog walkers in the park are walking out of the park. There was the sound of wild ducks and birds chirping. She muttered if she was going home.

"Why can't it be?"

"You have a lot of questions. The girl walked over and rubbed his already rainy blonde hair, "Let's go home, Pat." ”

"No, Christine, I still want to practice shooting for a while. ”

The girl shrugged her shoulders and they began to build the goal together.

Then, in the light rain of May, the beautiful arc crossed the air again and again and fell into the improvised goal.

****

Wembley's turf is too good to describe in words. There's no football coach who doesn't love this pitch. And when this stadium is associated with honor, that extraordinary desire seeps out from every cell in the body.

Lu Ling stood at the entrance of the player's tunnel and glanced out, there were not many people in the stadium, and she was a little nervous.

Tim patted her on the shoulder on the back, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

She didn't look back, still looking at the green turf. Then, her gaze lifted up, it might rain, she thought.

'Twenty-seven years ago, Alex Alex Ferguson won the FA Cup, and that was the beginning of his red empire. ”

"That's right. ”

"Let's go to the locker room, I'm going to get the boys more excited. She looked back, the smile on her face confident and bright.

****

There is a simple ceremony before the FA Cup final begins. The Queen's Guard escorted the trophy into the stadium while the entire Wembley turf was covered by a huge curtain with the official logo of the FA Cup.

The crests of Queens Park Rangers and Tottenham Hotspur appeared on the curtain as the singers sang in the centre of the pitch, drawing cheers and applause from fans on both sides. Balloons, flags and flames erupting around the venue turn Wembley into a festival scene.

In the VIP seats, Prince William waved to the audience under the introduction of the host, and the die-hard fans of the royal family once again came to Wembley to watch the game.

The final of the world's oldest football tournament is about to begin.

QPR locker room.

The singing outside is getting quieter, and it's time to line up.

Twenty-eight-year-old Kristen Lu clapped her hands at the end: "I don't know what you guys think, that cup outside, I'm definitely going to take it home tonight." So, if any of you want to take it home for the night, it has to be after tonight. ”

A burst of laughter. The muscles on George's face were shaking as first-team coach smiled as he glanced at the figure in front of him, who had dominated the dressing room in just eight months.

"I'm serious. Lu Ling's face was serious, she took a deep breath, raised her chin, and said loudly, "Get out, boys." We're going to make history!"

They're scrappy, they're warriors, and they're going to win the battle. Lu Ling stood at the door of the locker room, patting each of them on the shoulder.

Patrick was the last one, and everyone went out. He glanced outside, then lowered his head and gave the manager a quick kiss on the face.

"Little superstition. He blinked and smiled childishly.

Lu Ling bit his lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and brought back Patrick who was about to walk out, and kissed him on the face.

The moment their faces are staggered, time seems to freeze.

Her smile never changed, and he was pleasantly surprised.

"Little superstition. She blinked, too.

****

The coaches on both sides were dressed very formally, and they shook hands and smiled very kindly. This is the third meeting this season and the two teams know each other very well. Previously, QPR had beaten Tottenham Hotspur twice in the league.

As she turned around, Lu Ling thought that her season really started with a win over Pochettino, and she hoped it would end perfectly with a win over Pochettino.

The game started in a drizzle and began with the singing of fans on both sides.

The referee for law enforcement was Anthony Taylor.

With the exception of Marco van Ginkel, who was out with a serious injury, QPR released all the main players. Mensah returned to training at the start of the week and after a week of joint training, the fitness coach and team doctor decided he was fit to start.

On Tottenham's side, in addition to Eric Dyer's injury, he is also playing with the main force.

Perhaps the game was too important, and both teams played cautiously at the beginning of the game. There are not many very exciting scenes, and after the fans of the two teams sang for ten minutes, they were slightly interested.

In the 15th minute, Vargas dribbled forward a little casually, and after being broken, Zixiang wanted to grab the ball, but he slipped and was deceived by Tottenham's Harry Kane's easy feints.

Kane sent in a lovely cross from the back of the box to Alli and hit the post with a header.

Lu Ling shouted into the arena, "Eduardo (Vargas), Zixiang, are you two asleep?

In the 21st minute, Patrick picked up the ball near the centre circle with his back to goal.

The Player of the Season winner kicked off his solo show.

In the moment when the tall and strong midfielder Wanyama quickly approached, Patrick suddenly leaned back, hanging his entire body on his opponent while protecting the ball in front of him.

Wan Yama tried to reach the ball from behind, but the QPR No. 7, who was leaning on him, quickly turned half-turned, lowered his center of gravity, and passed him smoothly.

It was a thrill for Wembley's blue and white fans, but the pretty boy's show had just begun.

He was immediately caught by Danny Ross and Moussa Dembele (not the one under Nick) after passing Wanyama, but he tapped the tip of his right foot lightly and then changed direction to the left, dodging the two and immediately slamming his left foot straight into the middle.

The movements are so smooth, and today's Pat is quite sharp, Lu Ling thought to himself.

The through ball was missed by Leon and Vargas followed up with a blast from the left side of the box, but Tottenham goalkeeper Lloris made a brilliant save that QPR couldn't score.

The physical contact between the two sides gradually increased, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger.

Patrick was tackled by Dilly Ali and the two young England internationals got into an argument. However, the two have a good relationship with the national team, and before their teammates can come, Dilly has already reached out first, and Patrick patted it to show friendship.

On the sidelines, Lu Ling put his hand in his pocket, his face softened, but fortunately, there was no excesses. This guy has too much energy today...... Or maybe it's been like this lately, probably suffocating......

In the 35th minute, there was a ferocious back-to-back attack from Tottenham's side, Harry Kane's shot beat Robert Green, but Ian, who was chasing back, shoveled the ball off the line.

John O'Connor didn't let the ball go out of bounds, he got the ball and started the beast mode directly from the right side, running more than 40 meters from his own half. He usually doesn't attack as many times as Zixiang, but when he rushes up, he is also unstoppable.

Across the halfway line, John saw that a Tottenham player was already chasing back to him, and he didn't continue to take it, quickly giving the ball to Patrick in the middle.

The absolute core of QPR was not in a hurry to dribble forward, he played two feints in a row in the middle to shake, Lu Ling was a little anxious, which was a bit of a drag on the rhythm of the counterattack.

But she understood Pat for a second.

He's just looking to draw the opposing defenders closer to him......

As the two opponents were approaching him, Patrick crossed over the heads of the two of them. Leon had already struck the penalty area with lightning and formed a one-on-one with the goalkeeper.

The Uruguayan boy hit the goal with his right foot and the ball was saved by Lloris.

But in the penalty area on the left, Yu Zixiang, who was extremely fast, didn't know when he was in place, he ran all the way, the whole figure flew up, his left foot pumped hard, and the ball went straight into the empty goal!

QPR leads by one goal!

The players in the blue and white jerseys ran towards Yu Zixiang, but the Asian boy who scored the goal bypassed them, and he had just rushed nearly 80 meters to shake off his teammates. He ran to the corner flag area and started dancing, and Leon and Vargas ran over to join him.

Near the sideline, Lu Ling swung his fist vigorously.

The live camera gave a close-up of the young girl, who had just won the Coach of the Season award.

The commentator says the shot will definitely stay in the history of the FA Cup and in the history of English football.

Ten minutes later, Tottenham continued to lay siege. The most dangerous of all was when Mensah made a beautiful tackle on Kane's ball in the box and there was no foul, despite the constant pressure on the referee by Tottenham's players.

The first half ended with a score of 1:0.

In the second half, the rain stopped, and little by little the sun filled Wembley.

Managers on both sides made changes in the first fifteen minutes of the second half, with the QPR side replacing the hard-fought and somewhat colorful Nathan Raymond with Matt Phillips, while Tottenham brought on a striker Janssen to step up the attack.

Janssen came on and touched the ball for the first time and came close to equalising. He drilled between Mensah and Nedham to dive in for a header, but Robert lifted the ball nimbly over the crossbar this time.

On 76 minutes, many players began to show fatigue, but Patrick was still in good spirits. Once again, he retreated to the centre circle to get the ball.

Zixiang and him quickly hit the wall, and then cut forward from the left at high speed.

Seeing that the opponent was a little afraid of his own ball, Patrick did not dare to pounce, and decisively took the initiative to dribble forward.

In the middle, QPR's No. 7 goes to the most densely defended area!

It seems that even Maradona could not break through such a narrow and dense space.

But the England boys' forward movement was only to mobilize the opposition's defence.

Tottenham are now in a very narrow formation and there is space on the flanks.

Patrick feigned a breakthrough, but actually stepped the ball back—

Ian immediately followed, with a long pass straight to the empty left.

Zixiang, who was plugged in at high speed, just arrived.

The tacit cooperation of the "stupid trio"!

Zixiang stopped the ball and quickly observed the situation in the middle.

He saw Patrick rushing up at high speed, and he smacked the ball sideways with his left foot.

The golden sun shines in front of Tottenham's penalty area. The blue-and-white jersey swayed slightly in the wind.

Left foot, right instep, hits the ball in the lower middle with precision.

It's like once, countless times in Suthwark Park, the nine-year-old boy made the action.

The shot was intense, and Patrick lifted the ball up the moment he volleyed the ball in the middle of his foot, causing the ball to spin strongly.

A white-gold arc slashed towards Tottenham's goal, like the shape of a rainbow bridge over Wembley.

The dark-haired girl in the rain appeared in Patrick's mind, and perhaps back then, she was the bright star in his heart.

Network.

Loris had no chance.

It was the 20-year-old's second goal in the FA Cup this season and his 29th in all competitions.

Lu Ling watched the ball fall into the goal, she knew that if nothing happened - it was also a small probability event, if nothing else, she could really take that cup home tonight.

Was this goal real?

Oh, yes.

Pat was doing his trademark celebration as he was surrounded by his teammates. In fact, the players on the bench behind Lu Ling have already rushed up.

It was the goal that sealed the win.

The goal was so beautiful that a picture suddenly appeared in her head.

In the drizzle, nine-year-old Pat kicked the ball in her face. He ran over in a daze and kept asking, "Christine, I'm sorry." How are you, how are you?"

She touched her nose, and if she felt it carefully, she could still feel the pain she had felt eleven years ago.

But it was the pain of joy.

As the camera pans over Kristen Lu, she stands still, smiling at the group of celebrating boys. Beside her, the celebration of the teaching assistant was extremely eye-catching.

Patrick ran toward her in the crowd.

Then, like Leon, the guy picked her up.

She groaned, the expression on her face a little surprised and embarrassed, and the players and coaches around her were all laughing.

Lu Ling rubbed Patrick's hair and called his name with a smile: "Pat!

After a few seconds, he let her go, she tapped him on the shoulder, and he smiled at her as he ran backwards.

ight.

Lu Ling pursed her lips and looked down at her watch, there were still ten minutes left before her first championship.

The ball returns to the center circle and kicks off again.

Tottenham's attack was no longer threatening, and despite a few minutes of siege, they were firmly pinned down by a few players up front of QPR and almost allowed QPR to score a third goal.

Half of Wembley were already celebrating their win ahead of time, while the other half were quiet and depressed.

Lu Ling finally looked at his watch, it was time, he was about to blow the whistle. 166 Reading Network