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"He's taken over the game! it's a fantastic player...... We all know what he can do, the only thing that surprises us is that QPR still hasn't equalised. They need a bit of luck. The voice of the narrator, Martin Taylor, sounded, as if twenty years younger. The 75-year-old British commentator, who will retire at the end of the season, rarely screams at the throat like his younger peers, but he still vividly remembers the frantic roar he made when Patrick Amber scored that crazy goal against Manchester City, and he did the same thing after the start of the second half.

The blue-and-white player – now number 18 – felt like the world fell silent and Anfield's magic faded when his foot touched the ball. Seven or eight minutes earlier, he had started dribbling near Liverpool's centre circle and had passed three players in quick succession to Leon Ferreira, the Uruguayan's shot was blocked by the post, five minutes earlier Henk de Graf had also received his precise pass with a header that was just wide and he himself had a shot half a minute earlier when the goalkeeper did nothing but hit the crossbar.

The game has been going on for 80 minutes.

In the second half, the QPR came up with 10 men and created double-digit chances on goal, which had a lot to do with Patrick Amber's position. Lu Ling insisted on putting Leon, Genk and Patrick on the field. According to common sense, such an arrangement is too risky when there is one less person. So Lu Ling even asked Genk and Leon to constantly fill the defensive gaps in the backcourt. She undoubtedly wants Patrick to be free to move up front and attack repeatedly.

Another important figure is Benjamin. Lu Ling asked him at half-time to control the tempo, do everything possible to reduce the team's consumption, and try to put Patrick in the best position to attack.

Leon looked exhausted. Lu Ling replaced him with Jacob.

The team continues to maintain their threat against Liverpool away from home.

Patrick has been recovering from an ankle injury, and although he has experienced another hamstring injury that has scared everyone, he is already in much better shape than he was a month or two ago. He knows what his task is in the second half. Luck is not good, there will always be times like this, there will always be. He is not agitated.

Benjamin is on the ball. Ben's movements are light and rhythmic, and at this point in the game, he still looks able to keep his movements accurate, which is very different from a month ago. His fitness has improved, which is a blessing for the team, Patrick thought.

Benjamin pulls the ball on the spot and dodges a man's defense. Then, he and John made a quick pass to each other. The ball was back at his feet. He just let the ball stay there. There is only the movement of the foot, there is no rolling of the ball. Henderson pounced, but Benjamin stabbed the ball past his feet as he did, right at the feet of Patrick diagonally behind Henderson.

Liverpool's defence was opened up a little bit. But in front of the goal, there are still multiple opponent players.

Patrick received a pass from Benjamin on the right touchline and left-back Robertson stepped up immediately.

QPR's No. 18 teased his opponent's nerves like a matador, backing and fiddling with the ball. Front, back, front, back, after a few clicks, the opponent's center of gravity is directly messed up.

Patrick didn't know how Roberson fell, so he galloped past and slashed towards the front of the middle.

Ian came up. This is his good friend, his most trusted teammate. On the field, many times, the two can comprehend each other's intentions without even exchanging glances.

Like now.

Patrick knocked the ball across to Ian, who in the next second had the ball in front of him. Patrick made a quick feint to dodge Liverpool centre-back Joel Matip and charge towards the penalty line.

His speed had been increased to the extreme, and this was in a dense crowd, but his body was still steady and his movements were still precise. The last defender to come up was Joe Gomez, and Patrick used a crotch piercing move to destroy the last line of defense in front of the goalkeeper. Mignolet came out, Patrik didn't shoot hard, the opponent was too close, and he decided to use it in a split second.

It was a crucial moment, and bad luck couldn't stop the pick.

The ball flies high enough to go over your opponent's head and into the net.

The final score was fixed at 1-1, with Patrick Amber breaking through nearly 30 metres and scoring a point at Anfield after a three-man shot to help the ten-man QPR.

Not the best result, but you can't expect a whole season to be a win.

The QPR league is unbeaten since the start of the season, although Chelsea have temporarily overtaken them to the top of the table.

****

On the way to the team's bus, Lu Ling occasionally heard Liverpool fans shouting Nick's name, and occasionally heard a ballad sung by fans of 19 teams in the Premier League.

christinea manager oooohhhh

she’s gopanish lover oooohhhh

she shags amber oooohhhh

she ill shag you all

Christine is a coach, oh oh oh

She has a Spanish lover, oh oh oh

She's on Amber, oh oh oh

She's going to you all

The song was once opposed by some women's rights groups and some QPR fans, but more fans said that the song had nothing to do with her female identity, and that if she were him, she would have been written as such. In the end, the matter was settled, and the fans would still sing when she appeared.

The lyrics are very rude, in fact, the lyrics of most fan songs are very rude. Many of them were hummed by fans who drank several pints in the tavern, and it became known to be sung and sung. For them, the most important thing is to rhyme, followed by the praise of the support they like and the disdain that they hate.

Lu Ling got into the car and sat down in her usual position. She's not in a good mood, but it's not too bad either. A point at Anfield is objectively acceptable, while a two-point lead over Chelsea is theoretically acceptable. On top of that, the team ended up with a score of 10 against 11. And in the second half, Liverpool looked more like the same team of 10 men. Pochettino's expression after the game said it all.

The door was not closed, and the wind whistled in. Players, coaches, and team doctors are getting on the bus one after another. The north of England has always been cooler and windier. Maybe in another month, it will snow. Lu Ling craned his neck and looked at the iPad on his lap. She has never been superstitious about data, but that doesn't mean she doesn't look at it or study it.

The wind suddenly became lighter. A figure swayed beside her. She tilted her head. Benjamin sat down beside her. He looked at her iPad, his gaze lingering on the screen for several seconds, but he didn't speak.

"What's the matter, Ben?" Lu Ling asked, continuing to lower his head and look at the route map of the pass.

Benjamin shook his head. After a while, he suddenly whispered quickly, "Anfield is a special stadium for you, Liverpool is a special city for you. He said in the affirmative.

He was undoubtedly looking for something, but no matter what he was seeking, Lu Ling was not interested in this little game of his. She didn't bother to look up. Equally quickly, "It's none of your business. If you're fine, lift your ass, this position is Tim's. Oh, by the way, you played well today, keep up the form. ”

"Thank you, boss, I will. Benjamin got up, but in the process he quickly added, "I'm not like Nicholas." ”

Lu Ling turned his head to look at Benjamin, his gray-green eyes looked calm, he was watching and waiting. She chuckled as Tim had told her about it. 'You're all good players, you play alike. But where in the world are two players who are exactly the same?" she said and shrugged her shoulders, "as for the rest, there really aren't any similarities. Actually, she thought it was interesting. She guessed that Nick would think that Ben was hypocritical, and that Ben would think that Nick had no class.

“he hasclass.”

And lo and behold, sure enough. It's not like Benjamin, though. Benjamin never judges, at least in words, so directly. For him, this means that it is not decent. Lu Ling's eyebrows raised.

(But does h□□e some taste.) Benjamin, who had already stood up, bent over again, gave a twist, and accented a certain word. He stared into her eyes and applied some pressure, not wanting her to avoid his gaze. He knew that many of the chemistry in this world began with eye contact. He's seen too many pretty girls, no, no, he's been looking at anyone since he was a child, and he's more precise. She didn't dodge. But her dark eyes looked like a completely unreadable hard drive, and he turned into an old notebook. In the next second, Benjamin felt apprehensive. And damn it, he doesn't know if this apprehension is real or fake. Is he too involved in acting? Maybe he could consider becoming an actor after he retires. He turned his gaze away first, and indifferently added to his previous words, "...... Real Madrid have a lot of good players, I mean. ”

She pointed behind her with her thumb, "Seriously, kid, now that you've lifted your ass, it's time to go backwards." She said as she looked behind him.

Benjamin followed her gaze and turned back, it was the assistant coach, Pat, Alice, and Phil all coming to the bus, and Pat and Phil were still signing autographs for a few fans. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't a child, and he didn't like it very much, especially when she called him that. But he thought it was stupid to say it. He just smiled at her and bowed his head as he walked to the back seat.

Jacob yelled at him, "Ben, do you want to be on the coaching staff......"

And Leon's mysterious voice, "He should sit with Hans." ”

Benjamin didn't know if Hans heard this, and the German looked at him coldly with headphones on, and immediately turned his gaze to the window. Is there any sound in his headphones?

Patrick, who didn't know when he was in the car, nudged Benjamin behind him, "That pass was good. ”

Benjamin sat down in the nearest vacant seat, facing Patrick and smiling modestly. "I barely did anything, it was your masterpiece. ”

****

We're halfway through the journey.

There was a lot of trouble after the players got on the bus, and the atmosphere was slightly different from the one after the win, especially a few players who didn't participate at all. Then they quieted down, slept and slept, listened to songs, and now, they didn't even talk in a low voice.

Lu Ling raised her wrist and looked at her watch, it was already past eight o'clock, and she estimated that she would be able to arrive in Harrington before half past nine. Tim snorted softly beside her. All these years have passed, and this man is finally going to become a father. She remembered that day when he happily told her in her office that Monica was pregnant, her eyes even filled with tears. Tim has changed a lot, but that hasn't changed – his emotions are rich and delicate. She smiled silently. Tim would make a good manager. She hadn't seen that possibility, but she was starting to feel like that.

Lu Ling stood up. Gently and slowly bypass the teaching assistant and walk to the back row. She stopped beside Phil, and Jacob, who was sitting next to Phil, quickly took off his headphones, and whispered while raising his buttocks: "Boss, do you need to ......" Lu Ling waved his hand at him, signaling that he would finish soon. Jacob sat back, hesitated, and put his headphones back on.

Phil didn't sleep or listen to songs, he got in the car and scrolled through social media for a while, from Twitter to IG to SC, he didn't think it was interesting, threw away his phone, and began to be in a daze. Until the manager came along.

She crouched in front of him. Phil pursed his mouth and scratched his head again, feeling uncomfortable all over his body for a while, and his mind returned to the state of confusion when he was punished.

"We'll appeal your red card. I watched the post-match replay and it wasn't in the box and you touched the ball first. The chances should be great. Lu Ling whispered.

Phil looked at her face and nodded. Then he made a little noise, "Thank you." He licked his lips again and said, "Boss, you said you wanted to talk to me......"

"Yes, but not now. You're going to go back and get a good night's sleep tonight......"

Phil abruptly interrupted the manager, leaned over, and asked, "Would you like to meet Tianna?"

Lu Ling was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, but she immediately said, "Of course, maybe one day ......"

Phil looked away and said childishly, "People say maybe one day is never." ”

Phil's words reminded Lu Ling of something unrelated.

Aside from that brief glimpse in Manhattan, she never actually met Diego Flores. That's when Nick says, "You should meet him, you're going to like him," and she says, "Maybe someday." Last summer, she and Diego almost saw each other for real. The truth is as Phil said. "Someday, perhaps" is an uncertain event that promises the future, and it is entirely possible that it will never happen.

She smiled, "Tonight, then." ”

Phil's face immediately had a boyish smile. He hadn't laughed like that in a long time. "Great. Tina and Tianna are finally going to meet. After he finished speaking, he looked at a seat in the back row and asked quietly in a negotiating tone, "Can we not take Pat?"

"Why do you think he's going to be with us?"

"He doesn't watch out for Hans and Benjamin, he always looks out for me, he's annoying, and he's stupid. ”

"Okay, I promise you. We don't take him. Lu Ling said and stood up. She used to be afraid to get closer to Phil, at least not now. And that's a good thing.

She returned to her seat and sent a message to Pat:

[I'll go to Phil's house in a while, you are not allowed to follow. 】

She quickly received a reply:

[I'll go to Ian's house in a moment, and you are not allowed to follow. xx】

****

"Well, that bowling alley is very cheap, and there are a lot of pretty chicks. I used to hang out with my guys a lot. Phil pointed out the window. He drove a Land Rover, and since he crashed with Benjamin, he rarely drove that white Lamborghini again, although Benjamin rarely drove that again. Moreover, this car is more suitable for traveling with Tianna. After Phil finished speaking, he asked Lu Ling, "Boss, I remember that you don't seem to be playing bowling well?" There is a bowling lane in the Harrington entertainment room, and the players sometimes play casually. Phil remembers watching her play a few times, but she didn't hit all of them.

"About 1 out of 10 times. Lu Ling recalled his level.

"You should have answered straight and very badly. Phil laughed at her.

It's really inferior, Lu Ling thought, and Pat said that when he was a child. They used to go bowling together as well. The Amber family likes to piggyback on her on Family Day. She shrugged, "Okay, it's inferior." What about you?"

"Probably twice I hit them all. If you count the supplement, it is higher. ”

"Not bad. "It's like Pat. Lu Ling looked back at the bowling alley, and suddenly felt that they might have been to that one as well.

Phil pointed out the window again, "That, that off lise convenience store, I used to go to buy alcohol and use fake IDs. Actually, I think that Pakistani guy knows that I am not old and knows that the ID is fake, but he will still sell it to me. ”

"Haha, I've met this kind of guy too, and thanks to these people we can buy alcohol before the age of eighteen. So I hate going to big supermarket chains to buy alcohol,**, and I was often asked to show my ID until I was twenty-six. ”

"I think that latter sentence of yours is showing off. Phil said, shaking his shoulders.

"Do I need to?"

"It's really not necessary, my fault. Phil smiled and glanced at her, even now, she still looked much younger than her age. It's just that her temperament is extraordinary, and she is not the kind of beauty who dares to talk to anyone.

Lu Ling paid attention to Phil's body language, he was now like a little animal who had been lonely for a long time and suddenly had a playmate.

Phil once again freed up a hand holding the steering wheel and pointed out the window, "Boss, look at that...... Oh it's gone, it's a little park, it's small, it's full of shit. I used to play there when I was a kid, but there were fights and I took out two people who were bigger than me. He touched his nose as he spoke, muttering, "I don't remember if I was beaten crooked." ”

Lu Ling turned his head sideways to look at Phil, he smiled, his nose and mouth were crooked, it was very funny. "Were you tall as a child?" she asked suddenly.

Phil shook his head, "No, I was normal when I was a child, and growing taller was later. ”

It's the same as Pat. She thought.

"Did you know I almost joined the gang?" asked Phil again.

Lu Ling was not surprised. "What's stopping you?"

Phil thought for a moment and muttered, "I don't know." ”

He was playing for Leyton East's Under-14s at the time, with training sessions ranging from three to five times a week, depending on the situation. Because all the players are still in school, training sessions are often scheduled after school, in the afternoon or in the evening. Maybe it was because of the regular life that took place, but it didn't last long, and he was kicked out of the team because of a fight. Once mixed in the lower leagues. A week's salary is not enough to buy alcohol. Making molds in a brick factory is also boring, and I am disgusted by the girls. The girls were always weird, liking him as a football player, but not as being a worker. I like his body, but I don't like the clothes he wears. Of course, he had to admit that the clothes he wore at that time were indeed ugly and cheap. He had never really figured out what the girls were thinking, even though he had been to quite a few girls. Thinking of this, he looked at the co-pilot again. And he'll probably never know what she's thinking. In fact, chatting with her, chatting and chatting, he would occasionally forget that she was a girl, and he would forget that she was the manager, as if she were just his buddy.

"If it's an inspirational movie, you should answer football. ”

Phil laughed, his nasal voice shaking, "I'm not going to sell my story." ”

"I understand. Lu Ling paused, "I probably won't either." She knows a lot of players who have had a similar experience to Phil and have done that. Serialized stories in newspapers, autobiographies, documentaries, films, and more. For some people, they want their stories, their efforts, to be known to more people, so that they can inspire more people, and of course, they can make money. But for some people, those experiences are real pain and should not be sold.

"Not necessarily. Phil immediately changed his mind, "If I don't have enough money to spend when I retire, I'll probably do it anyway." It's just a lot of real details that I don't tell people. I still hope that Sky Sports will invite me to be a guest, and I can make a lot of money by sitting there and talking nonsense. He had never thought about this before, but after becoming a father, he slowly began to think about it. He knows that it is not easy for most players to maintain a high income after retirement.

Lu Ling rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand and smiled again. She kept laughing. This trip over, a lot of Phil's memories, but also a lot of his own. So many Phil, so many Pat, so similar, so different.

"It's not difficult to talk a few nonsense, just don't pop out **and** when you arrive. ”

"I'll try my best. "He doesn't talk as much when he's interviewed now. Phil tilted his mouth and looked at her, a little unconvinced, "Actually, you often talk like that." ”

"Not on TV, idiot. ”

"Hypocrisy. That's what kids actually say. I laugh every time I hear someone on TV pretending to shoot, freaking blahblah, who the talks like that in life. ”

Lu Ling snorted and smiled, and then gradually put away his smile. "Real life is full of **and**, and there is time to understand this in adulthood, and before that it's good to believe in fairy tales and Santa Claus. ”

"I love fairy tales. Phil's voice softened, "I'll tell Tina fairy tales, but she doesn't understand them now." She's really slow. ”

"Soon you will feel that she is growing too fast, until one day you have to hold her hand and hand her over to another man......" Lu Ling was about to say that you would definitely cry then, she turned her face sideways and found that Phil's tears had come out.

Phil wiped away his tears and said embarrassedly, "You're a nuisance, Christine." Look, I'm like an idiot. ”

"This is my father. Lu Ling sighed softly. His salutation was not corrected.

Phil turned a corner. Lu Ling noticed that he had slowed down, and it was estimated that he was almost there. Sure enough, he parked his car on the side of the road.

It's a row of townhouses. Fifteen years ago, £250,000 was enough to win this lot. But the whole East End has undergone a very rapid gentrification over the past fifteen years, and now that it is a middle-class neighbourhood, the price of any one of the villas in this row should have doubled.

"That's the house I bought for my mom, she wanted Surrey, and I don't think that's a good idea. Phil pursed his lips, his voice getting quieter, "Maybe later." He turned his head and smiled at her, "You're waiting here, okay? I'll go get Tianna, soon." "Today, the nanny asked for leave, and he sent his daughter to her mother. In fact, if she hadn't married that man, he could have let her go to the house directly. But now he has taken back the keys to Surrey's home, which he had given to his mother.

"Okay. Lu Ling nodded, and she watched Phil get out of the car and walk towards the house he had just pointed to.

She looked in that direction for a moment, not knowing what she was thinking. She slowly pulled out her phone and wanted to send a message to Pat, wanting to tell him that she suddenly missed him so much, even though they had only separated in Harrington an hour earlier. And many, many others. She looked out the window, it was wet, the wind was so strong, maybe she should have waited.

The phone in her hand suddenly shook. She receives an image from Patrick.

The photos are still downloading and the information has come back.

【me and alah ant your little kisses.】

The picture came out, and it was a picture of him holding Ian's son and his godson, Alan Parker. In the photo, the two beautiful boys are wearing blue and white striped jerseys, which look very cute.

She smiled and typed two letters.

【xx】

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