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QPR has been solid in the league since reaching the top of the table in Round 4, but so has Chelsea. They are currently on the same number of points, with eight wins and one draw (that draw was a direct clash between the two teams in the opener), with QPR leading on goal difference. At the back, Everton are just one point behind them, with Manchester United in fourth place, three points off the top of the table.

After Southampton, QPR faces four away games in league and cup competitions, and so many back-to-back away games will undoubtedly add to the fatigue of the players. The first away game, the Champions League group stage against Olympiacos, had already passed 3-0, with León scoring twice and Patrick netting a goal.

This weekend, they travel to Anfield in the league.

Lu Ling held her left elbow with her right hand and pinched her chin with her left hand, she stood in the middle of the training ground, her eyes locked on a small white goal. The players' passes passed by her from time to time. She also wears a somewhat comical blue and white striped woolen hat. It's too windy today. The shouts of many coaches on the sidelines and the voices of players communicating are mixed with the sound of the wind.

Everything is flowing, already on the tail of October, and winter is coming. Lu Ling raised his eyes and looked at the players wearing long training shirts and training pants in front of him, and thought, In fact, winter has come. Suddenly, she was kicked with a ball in the back of her left calf, not very forcefully. She turned back in the direction the ball came from.

Patrick curled the corner of his mouth and smiled apologetically at the manager, and made another apologetic gesture, but didn't speak. But John immediately shouted, "Boss, Pat definitely did it on purpose!"

Lu Ling knew. Of course she does. When he was a child, he was very accurate when he kicked her with the ball, and he hit wherever he wanted. Most of the time she just pretends to be angry, and doesn't really care about a little boy, who never really pushes hard anyway. She was more worried about his habit of playing football while walking. But at one point, he kicked the ball into her ass. That time, she was really angry and ignored him all afternoon. He apologized to her, more than once. That evening she forgave him. She thought he wouldn't kick her again. Two days later, they went to practice together, but they didn't expect him to sneak behind her and wait for the opportunity to hit her with the ball. Just never kicked the ass again. He didn't give up that damn hobby until a few years later. Probably because he was in seventh grade, he finally thought it was too childish to do that, and probably he was afraid that she would tell him some little girlfriend or buddy when she came back from vacation, and damage his reputation as "the coolest boy in school".

Lu Ling looked at Patrick, with no expression on his face, and asked in a deep voice, "Pat, who should you have passed that ball to?" or where was it kicked?"

Patrick still had a slight smile on his lips, and he suppressed his voice and said, "Boss, it was a free kick shot." "Your calf is the goal. Actually, he didn't want to tease her or **, she stood there stunned for too long, and he was a little worried, so he did that. He wondered if she was thinking or in a trance, and he wondered if the news had affected her mood this morning.

"Remember, my calf is not a goal. After Lu Ling finished speaking, he saw the guy's brows move slightly, and he nodded his chin. John and Thorin beside him both jokingly bumped into him. When she looked away, she saw him with his head down, smiling secretly.

Lu Ling looked at his watch, turned back to exchange a few words with Tim, and then clapped his hands and said loudly to the players: "Okay, according to what I just said, play in two groups, 20 minutes." She glanced at Phil deliberately.

With his hands behind his back, Phil was rubbing the turf with the spikes of his sneakers on his back. The other players were moving, and he was still slowly looking up at the dirt on his spikes. Henk nudged him, he glanced at the Dutchman, and went to the other side. The eyes are listless.

Phil has been playing well in the team since the start of the season, and he was also called up to the national team during the September and October international breaks, scoring two goals in four games. This good state ended when his mother married his father. On the training ground and in the dressing room, Phil was becoming less and less active. In that situation just now, he didn't coax, it was very unusual. He failed to score against Southampton or Olympiacos in the Champions League. He had always valued goals and assists so much, but after those two games, he didn't say a word.

He's always so boisterous, always **and** constantly, almost everyone is called bitch...... Everyone forgot that he was actually a lonely little boy. Moreover, he is also a twenty-year-old single father who can sing "Mogbird" to his daughter.

Lu Ling was pretty sure she should talk to Fill. Maybe after playing Liverpool.

The players are ready to start the game under the specific instructions of several coaches. The head coach took a few steps back and stood on the touchline. The assistant coach also stepped back from the field. He walked up to her, looked at her several times, hesitated and whispered beside her, "I hope that news didn't affect you." ”

Lu Ling frowned slightly and tilted his head. Why did everyone close to her think that news was going to affect her? Oh, don't blame them. After all, they didn't know what was going on between her and Nick. They don't know how they broke up at Banus Pier, or how they fell out in Nyon. Of course, she didn't have to explain this to the media and the public, but she should reassure those who cared about her.

"I'm fine. It's true. Lu Ling said to Tim. She thought for a moment and added, "Besides, I don't believe that news at all. She didn't elaborate further, though she could have been quite arrogant enough to tell Tim that with what she knew about Nick, he couldn't possibly propose to a girl so soon. Most of the news that the Real Madrid coach will propose marriage in the near future was made up by journalists. "That's good. She heard Tim say.

The whistle blew in the stadium. Lu Ling adjusted her woolen hat and stared at the field, she needed to take a good look at the training of the players. After a while, beside her, Tim shouted in a somewhat strange, rough voice, "The left rib is empty, and that space can park two buses! ”

He's enjoying it more and more. Lu Ling clasped his hands on his shoulders and smiled.

****

During today's training, several players were muttering about the news that the manager would be proposing in the near future.

Nicholas found this to be the most bizarre piece of news that had ever happened to him in quite a long time. He was ready to propose, but he didn't know it. And, really? It's so easy to believe that Nick Flores is going to get married? He just took it as a joke and didn't care. He's even going to call Andrea later in the day to tease about it, and she's been complaining to him lately about gossiping reporters, which might be a good reason for her to do taekwondo the next time she bumps into them. Until, he received a call from his cousin, Gustavo Flores, who was also his agent.

"I did a simple investigation and the news came out of Andrea's friend Elena......"

Nicholas immediately understood the ins and outs of the whole thing, and why Andrea had stopped talking several times in the past two days. He hung up Gus's phone and called Andrea. Then he said hello to assistant coach Juan and left Real Madrid City.

Andrea sat in the living room, she looked up at the man, as if anticipating the scene.

Nicholas smiled at her. "I need to go back right now. Leave the keys and I can mail you your stuff or give it to your mother. Just tell me which one you think is more suitable. He spoke slowly, without the slightest anger in his voice, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Andrea felt insulted. What's wrong with this man? He asked her to meet him at his house. What did he think of her when he said these few words to drive her away? In the morning, he affectionately called her a beauty and a baby.

“…… I'm sorry I touched your stuff, but don't you think you should tell me that Christine wasn't just your ex-girlfriend but also your fiancée? Or she's not, I don't know what exactly happened between you...... Anyway, you're almost engaged! Otherwise you wouldn't have that ring. ”

Nicholas thought it was funny. "Andrea, you shouldn't touch my things. "Obviously she couldn't have found it by accident.

"Will you tell me, Nick, if I ask you ...... to Christine directly" Andrea wondered for a moment if she had really done something wrong.

"You shouldn't touch my things. Nicholas interrupted Andrea impatiently, he really didn't understand what was so incomprehensible.

"You know what? You're a bastard! If you touched my stuff, I wouldn't do that to you. Andrea glared at Nicholas as she jerked up from the couch, she pulled out her key and threw it at the coffee table, which slid down to the floor with a screeching sound. "I thought you wanted to talk, if you've already decided to break up, why ask me over?"

"I don't think it's respectful to break up on the phone, and my keys are with you. ”

Andrea laughed twice, thinking it was ridiculous. "Now I finally know why Christine left you, or rejected your marriage proposal, it doesn't matter, you're really a jerk!"

"I know. Nicholas had a weird smile on his face.

Perhaps it was an illusion, and Andrea felt that the strange smile was mixed with strange sadness. "Just throw my stuff away, don't give it back to me, bastard!" was Andrea's last sentence.

On the way back to Real Madrid, Nicolás remembered something when he took her keys without permission, and she was haunted for a long time.

****

Sunday afternoon, 25 October, Anfield.

Half-time, away dressing room. Lu Ling frowned.

In this game, bad luck came in the 21st minute of the first half.

It was supposed to be a free-kick by QPR veteran Lemar, but it hit the wall and then fell back to the Frenchman. Lemar burst with the ball, and Phil, one of the QPR walls, immediately pounced and was shaken by the dexterous Lemar. Phil turned around and made an unreasonable kick that knocked Lemar to the ground.

The referee blew the whistle, pointed to the penalty spot and showed Phil a red card.

The QPR player fought for a long time on the court, and even the usually calm Ian and Benjamin joined in, while Patrick kept dragging Phil, who looked like he was going to punch someone at any moment.

After all, to no avail, Phil spat several times and left the game. First-team coach Daryl accompanied him into the players' tunnel. Before that, Lu Ling went over and grabbed Phil's arm to block his mouth and said, "It's not your fault, but we have to talk later." Phil looked at her at that time, and the anger had disappeared in his eyes, but his gaze was glazed, and he nodded.

Hans then saved Coutinho's powerful shot from 12 yards, but Salah then followed up to add the ball in.

The ten-man QPR defended tightly for the rest of the first half. Everyone's physical strength is still there, but it is clear that the level of consumption is much higher than that of the opponent.

The flag-slammed KOP stands and the singing and shouting gave the visitors a lot of pressure, and it was hard to breathe. Pochettino's side, in particular, have always been extremely aggressive, compared to Jurgen Klopp's Reds.

Fortunately, the score is still only 0:1. And if they can't win this game, they will have to give the top spot to Chelsea. The Blues had already beaten Wolverhampton Wanderers 5-0 beforehand.

Lu Ling looked around the locker room again.

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