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“gooooooooooooooooal！！！”

Exaggerated, agitated, inflammatory roars rang out on television. At this point, you can't help but suspect that the Spanish-speaking commentator might be a fan of QPR or a personal fan of Patrick Amber.

Nicholas frowned, and quickly lowered the volume.

Perhaps in terms of the style of football commentary, the Spaniards will be more inclined to the British style. When scoring a goal, the English commentators never hold their breath and chant a word for a long time, and that's not their custom, unless they want to make fun of the Latin way of commenting. They will say things like "magnifit" or "incredible" in a low voice. As for Nicholas's native narration style, it may be a bit too unrestrained for him. Lack of rhythm? maybe. The Real Madrid boss just can't remember if he had a dislike for it in the past. Or maybe it's because he's been in that island country for three or four years, and it's like he now speaks English with a little bit of a weird Liverpool accent, which is a subtle influence.

In any case, if she had known about her tendency, she would have tilted her head and laughed and sarcastic.

Juan was coming in from outside, and he knocked on the door as usual. Nicholas tilted his head, eyes still fixed on the screen. "What's wrong, Juan?" he asked, his voice steady.

On the TV screen, the handsome Englishman slipped to his knees in the corner flag area and his QPR team-mates arrived. The Real Madrid assistant knows this is Patrick Amber's second goal of the game.

"Pierre's agent called me and said he was back on the plane the day after tomorrow. It's just that our French kid might be sitting in the snow crying right now......" Juan said as he looked at the TV screen with a smile.

The score in the upper left corner of the TV has become 1:2.

Nicholas laughed. "Pierre doesn't sit in the snow and cry, he mostly stomps his feet in the snow. However, Pierre and my successor should already know what a difficult opponent Christine is. Oh, of course, and Patrick, what a ......" The Real Madrid boss couldn't find the words to describe the player. Is it magical, or is it brilliant and talented? He thought. He was still staring at the TV, and her face was there. Like a scarlet rose in a snowstorm, it's beautiful, but with thorns. "Amber is the Pele and Maradona of our time, and the rest is just to take all the championships he deserves. Nicholas said. His brow twitched, and for a moment he didn't understand why he had thought of roses instead of narcissus.

His voice sounded so natural, and his evaluation was so objective. Juan thought. It's not a bad thing.

The TV cameras swept over Benjamin Hamilton. Oh, the 20-year-old black-haired, green-eyed Englishman has been in the limelight in the football media around the world this season, just like Pierre Jungkai. Of course, it also has to do with his surname and his background in prestigious schools. Juan pondered for a few seconds, looked at Nicholas, and said slowly, "Hamilton may not be that much like you......"

Nicholas turned his head and looked at his assistant, a smile curling into his mouth. He was apparently waiting for the assistant's next step.

Juan took a few steps forward. The game was also open in his office. After all, QPR is a possible opponent for Real Madrid in the Champions League. And even if this season doesn't meet, the Premier League's top game, the game between Kristen Lue and Patrick Amber, how can you miss it as a football professional, not to mention that this is their Pierre Rongkai's last game at Everton.

Juan shrugged his shoulders at the boss and added some hand movements. "In the first half, Elgas tackled Hamilton's ankle, and if it were you, even if you didn't fall very exaggeratedly, you would have provoked trouble. Nick, you'd be happy to cause a little bit of trouble outside of football. What's more, we all know that poison dart frogs are easily provoked guys. But Hamilton didn't do anything, and the rich boy just ate it. Juan wanted to say like a, but the truth was that Hamilton had a clear look of disdain on his face at the time.

Nicholas' smile grew thicker and deeper. Probably, she would think the same way. Probably, he would do what Juan said.

The so-called no style -

It's just that the culture of football and the understanding of the game are different. He talked to her.

He just didn't know which type of player her heart was more inclined to. If she's just a hypocritical English coach, it's undoubtedly Hamilton. But she's not. She is much more complex than a traditional English coach. She also agrees that football is a war. Since it is a war, then winning the war is the most important thing, isn't it? As for the means, it is not impossible to be without style.

Juan's voice continued to ring in the Real Madrid manager's office, "But it's also English, that Warren...... Oh, he's changed his name, and now he's called Beasley. Phil Beasley is a different style entirely. If Elgas had kicked him in the first half, the two would have fought. As for Patrick, I think Patrick doesn't seem to be a good stubble either...... The genius's temper on the field is unpredictable, sometimes extremely rational, perhaps not rational, more like indifference, sometimes ...... Arbitrary. I think there's a possibility that he'll kick Ergas hard too. ”

"Yes, Patrick is like that. Nicholas replied lightly. He just didn't say "if it was related to her". He remembered that in the crucial game of promotion in the Championship that year, Burnley's Andre Gray made a provocative gesture of cutting his throat at Christine after scoring the goal, and Patrick immediately returned that action to Andre Gray after taking the lead. And then in the game when QPR played Manchester United, Patrick elbowed Herrera......

Juan didn't know what Nick was thinking, and he turned back to the subject, "So you agree with what I said, you're not that much like Hamilton......"

'In terms of the way we play, Hamilton is pretty similar to me. After a moment, Nicholas said.

Juan heard a little sadness in this sentence. He thought the grief seemed to have something to do with Christine, but it could just be the little boy in Nick's heart who wanted to be a successful player. Who knows? He's been friends with Nick for years, but he never thinks he really knows them. At least, no Kristen understands.

"Do you think this is the final score?" asked Juan.

Nicholas shook his head and said with certainty: "There will be goals." He smiled, but his sorrow was gone.

He always did. Juan thought.

****

Patrick's second goal in the 65th minute gave QPR a regain the lead at Goodison Park. And if the score of 2:1 is maintained until the end, it will allow QPR to throw six points away from Everton.

With a gap of 6 points, the media will probably say that this battle is a watershed moment in the Premier League title race. Perhaps, after this game, the ownership of this season's Premier League title will no longer be so suspenseful.

Lu Ling wouldn't think so. She's not that naïve. There have been several occasions in the history of the Premier League where the difference between the first and second places was very large, and the last position was reversed. And in her blueprint for the season, that doesn't allow that.

And, right now, the game is far from over. She looked in the direction of the ten-meter drive.

Marco Silva did it. His change was to replace William Carvalho with a striker Andonnay. Everton's formation became 442.

The pressure on QPR has increased dramatically.

Lu Ling stared at the field. The decision looked like it would weaken Everton's midfield, but Carvalho, who had been substituted, was already exhausted. This allows Pierre to drop back a little bit and assist the midfielders.

Just now, Pat cut off Pierre, which seemed to have dealt some blow to the French boy. However, the frustration probably lasted...... Two minutes?

By the time Everton restarted, Pierre was elated again.

Lu Ling looked at the immature figure.

Pierre Jungkai, from the bottom of his heart, loves football itself, right?

She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if this kid were on her team. Will you be "bullied" by that guy Phil all the time?

As a manager, her mind can't be left untouched for too long. It's just half a second.

With Everton removing the core of the backfield, there is no need for Ben's tactical mission to continue. Everton played more direct, passing the ball in search of two strikers and putting JT and Sadio under direct pressure. Lu Ling first asked Benjamin to pull back, and then immediately replaced Joey Freeman and replaced Sorin Miturescu to strengthen the ball control. At the same time, she prepared David Luiz, who wore the number 30 jersey, to play.

Now it's a Everton corner.

The corner kick was taken, Delgado rubbed the ball and the ball flew to the wing.

The ball was about to go out of bounds, Lu Ling thought, and Luis would be on the field right away.

But the poison dart frog rushed to the sideline at breakneck speed...... Then he saves the ball with his right foot, and the ball flies up and down the touchline.

Is the ball out of bounds?

Lu Ling didn't know. She felt a little out of bounds, but from her perspective, she wasn't sure.

QPR's left-back Gonzalo Chika clearly thinks it's out of bounds. His pace slowed slightly, also due to fatigue.

The referee did not indicate it!

The poison dart frog did not stop, and I am afraid that he will not stop when the referee blows the whistle. The next move of the little Uruguayan man is -

Hook the ball into bounds quickly.

Gonzalo woke up from a dream, and he immediately pounced.

It was a bad decision!

Everyone saw that Bruno Ergas, like Patrick in the first half, was in front of Gonzalo one second and behind him the next.

Bruno's flashing past the QPR left-back is indeed like a small but violent jumping frog.

Next, the poison dart frog attacks.

His position was near the touchline, even a little close to the baseline, but it seemed impossible to stop his direct shot from **.

The angle between it and the bottom line is about 30 degrees.

He got to his feet.

Of course, it was unlikely to go straight in, but it caused chaos again in the box.

This time, Sadio Babaka barely kicked the ball out, but it hit teammate Jacob's back.

The ball bounces down......

Pierre Jonchet is on the spot.

Lu Ling watched from afar, and in the snowflakes, the French boy got up.

Phil tried to block the shot with his head.

The ball was still flying out, and Pierre's spikes slashed into the QPR striker's face.

Hans was covered by the crowd and couldn't see the ball in time. The ball was also rubbed by Phil's scalp with a slight change of line.

Fly into the net!

At 79 minutes, the score became 2:2.

Phil Beasley was covered in blood.

Benjamin first looked at the scoreboard, and then, his gray-green eyes swept over Phil. He was stunned for a very short time. He remembered the first time he had met Patrick. At the time, he felt that there was something about Pat that England loved.

If you are on the battlefield, if you are with this person, you are willing to give your life to this person.

It turns out that Phil also has such a temperament. Benjamin then thought that Jake also had it, as well as Ian, and Hans......

He still didn't feel like he had it in him. Although it was possible for Phil to do that move, he would probably think that it didn't work......

He still thinks that there is nothing to admire for the bravery of the horseman. Fans may make a big splash, but a true strategist should be more focused on efficiency. It's just that the scarlet color on his face reminds him of what she said to him on the night of the team's Christmas party.

"We are in this together, fighting for honor. ”

****

Ten minutes have passed since Everton equalised. Phil's brow bone, which had been cracked on Christmas night, was bleeding profusely after colliding with Pierre's spikes. Phil was replaced by David Luiz.

Patrick became a lone forward on the QPR field.

Everton launched a fierce siege of QPR's positions.

Patrick watched new team-mate Luiz clear the ball twice, watched JT fly to block Pierre's shot, and Jake and Ian pinched to stop Bruno Ergas' breakaway.

These ten minutes were extremely difficult. He could see blue scarves flying across Goodison Park, and he could hear the hoarse cheers of the Toffees fans. He knew the scene and knew it was the hardest time.

Patrick rarely plays as a lone striker, and now that the team is being suppressed to this point, he would love to go back and help, but he is the team's most promising goal-scorer, and it is even better to stand up front.

And, he recalled, Tina had told him, "You're Patrick Amber, you can be a threat when you have the ball, and you can be a threat when you don't have the ball." The opponent's defense will move with you, and you won't be able to attack with confidence. ”

Now you have to trust your teammates and get the ball out.

Bruno Elgas's eyes seem to be on fire. His feet shook continuously, bursting through a crack in the small space.

This time, instead of shooting, the poison dart frog struck the ball across to Pierre, near the top of the arc. These two are no longer the same as they were at the beginning of the season, and there is a tacit understanding and trust between them.

Pierre's toes touched the ball, and the French boy, like a dancer in the snow, let the ball go over Ian's feet. The captain of the QPR turned around and made a block at the same time as JT, but Pierre's next move was to raise the ball high.

In the penalty area, players wearing different colors jumped up, but it was Mexico's tall center forward who reached the ball.

He leaned over and headed the ball into the corner of the goal.

It looked like an impossible shot to save.

At least, if the goalkeeper is in the door, then there is no chance. In that moment, Hans Bahmeier pounced on the Everton striker like a giant bear. He stretched his arms wide and stretched his body to the maximum extent possible, thus narrowing the angle of his opponent's break.

The German's strong upper arm touched the ball and bounced it to the edge of the box. Hans fell, slamming into Delgado, splashing muddy water and blades of grass.

Ben is on the landing point.

Fast!

Patrick glanced in that direction. He had just half-turned Ben, and the moment he could see him, he rushed forward at high speed. He believed in him! He believed in Ben's vision and ability!

Benjamin did see Patrick running.

Under the pressure of his opponent, he exerted his strength in the waist and abdomen, rotated his body, and moved his thighs, which in turn led to his calves, and then the inside of his foot touched the ball.

With an extremely strong spin, the ball skimmed over the snowflakes, skimmed the cold wind, and skimmed over the muddy turf of Goodison Park.

After flying forty meters, he landed in front of Patrick Amber.

QPR's number 18 turned into a straight arrow that pierced Everton's back line.

He received the ball!

A second later, Patrick and Renato were one-on-one.

The fourth official held up a sign on the sidelines signaling four minutes of stoppage time.

But no one looked in that direction.

After another second, Patrick strode past the Everton goalkeeper.

In the next second, the football was kicked into the empty goal!

2:3！！

****

Lu Ling heard Phil's roar. The sound was so loud that it almost drowned out the sky-high cheers of the away fans. She looked back. Phil had ripped the cotton off his eyebrows and rushed to the sideline with a bunch of players on the bench to the players celebrating on the field.

She jumped up herself, punching the cold air of Goodison Park, and she didn't even know what was coming out of her mouth.

Patrick Amber, who scored another hat-trick against Everton this season, was surrounded by his team-mates.

In the crowd, he seemed to glance in the direction of the manager.

Lu Ling wasn't sure, the two were far apart.

In the crowd of celebrations, suddenly, a pair of hands were raised in the air—

The left hand and the right hand are the same movements.

The thumb is extended and the index finger is extended at right angles.

Under the short-sleeved jersey, that famous tattoo, the Queen of Spades, was revealed.

Lu Ling's waving arm paused in the air.

She saw the action. Everyone saw the action. Inside the stadium, there was a terrifying silence in this half second.

Patrick Amber last celebrated on 7 April 2018 at Barcelona in La Liga in the 2017-2018 season at the Camp Nou in the national derby.

And this city is called Liverpool, and this stadium is called Goodison Park, which is the 2020-2021 Premier League venue.

Today is January 22, 2021.

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