When the sweat-soaked blue and white jersey was attached to the white shirt that was also stained with sweat, the three-dimensional lights and noisy voices around it, as well as the ** that was so close, seemed to disappear. He could only smell the psychedelic smell of her, he could only feel her body completely in his arms, he could only hear her ambiguous rejection. He's never been closer, and he wants to be closer. He wanted to touch her with his lips, and he wanted to speak all the words in her ear.

Really, wait until we get back.

No, not really.

Of course he knew she had taken him for Pat at that moment. Benjamin closed his eyes, he wanted to fix time and space, he wanted to completely change the trajectory of time and space, but he couldn't.

Benjamin opened his eyes and immediately let go of the head coach. There were fans in the stands shouting at him in Italy, which he could understand, but they were all unpleasant words, and she turned to look at him, and JT looked at him. He smiled faintly and said lightly, "Just kidding. Then he half-blocked his mouth as he stepped back and made a lame joke, "I'm worried that Pat will murder me......"

Before Benjamin could finish his words, he was pushed hard in the back. As soon as he turned around, it was Pat. There are other teammates, Phil, Jake......

Patrick brought more**. He was shirtless, his muscles were well-defined after intense exercise, and there were still beads of sweat on his body. The red and black jersey that had just been exchanged with Sabatini was hung over his shoulder. The complexion is not good, the complexion is extremely unkind.

There were whistles from the stands, and a sideways glance at a lost AC Milan player as they walked by.

JT looked squarely at Pat's face, and for a moment he felt that Peter was really going to beat Ben. JT hurriedly went to see the manager, who didn't care about the situation at all, she was walking towards an AC Milan player with a smile on her face. The AC Milan player was none other than the original owner of the shirt worn by JT, Brazilian Mario Fernandez, who was let go by the team at the beginning of the season.

JT rolled his eyes back. Not only does it seem like he doesn't know what to do, but neither does Phil and Jake, who are next to Pat.

At this moment, the blue eyes of the king of spades had not only threats and warnings, but also anger.

But in the next second, Pat suddenly grabbed Ben's neck, pressed Ben's head down, and then covered his mouth and spoke in Ben's ear. It's a complete play, though Pat doesn't smile.

As soon as JT let out a long sigh of relief in his heart, he was bumped by Ian, who rushed from the side. Gonzalo's stupid guy, and several of the stupid guys on the bench came over with their phones. Selfies, live broadcasts, howling......

Lu Ling shook hands with Mario and chatted a few words. Mario is in a good mood in the AC Milan team, and several AC Milan players even cried just now. The Brazilian congratulated her, and she comforted and praised him. They won the Premier League together and had good times. If Mario hadn't left the team this season, he would have stood beside her in a blue and white jersey. But sometimes, that's the way it is. She felt a hint of remorse in Mario's eyes. She wasn't sure, maybe not remorse, just regret.

Mario staggered away from her and continued towards the players' tunnel. Lu Ling looked back and saw that Pat had let go of Ben and stepped forward to hug Mario, as well as Ian and Leon, those former teammates who had stood side by side.

Sabatini comforted the twins and walked this way. Like Pat, the young Italian was topless, with the blue and white jersey he had swapped over his shoulders. He nodded at the QPR manager.

Lu Ling also nodded. Then she held out her hand to the young Italian. Sabatini walked up to her and shook her hand, a faint smile on his face. Being so close, Lu Ling couldn't believe that this young man was only nineteen years old, and the perseverance in his eyes far exceeded his actual age. We will meet again in the future, maybe as we did today, on one side, but maybe, he will be her player. Who knows? They didn't talk, just shook hands amicably.

When Sabatini let go of her hand, he raised his hands above his head and applauded the home fans. Lu Ling glanced at the back, he was so young, he really didn't need to be depressed, his time had just come.

The San Siro was getting emptier and emptyer, but no one left the away fan zone, blue and white were still jumping and cheering, and applause and singing kept coming.

Lu Ling turned around and shouted, "Boys, let's go thank the fans!"

So, all the members of the QPR coaching staff walked to the away stands along with all the players. Tim shouted something, and everyone held hands.

The blue and white fans all stood up and applauded.

Lu Ling pulled Patrick with one hand and Phil with the other. The boys' eyes met for a moment, and suddenly they ran forward a few steps together, Lu Ling was pulled like this, she was wearing high heels again, and almost fell directly head-on. She laughed and cursed in a low voice...... Before it was over, Pat and Phil slipped out on their knees......

This one shocked, and her heel turned.

She actually walked to the players' tunnel with her high heels. Thankfully, she also brought a pair with her, and she was barefoot for TV interviews and post-match press conferences, which was really unseemly.

Pat taunts her current image by her side. She listened to his voice, remembered his goal, remembered the tail in the air before that goal......

There are some talents and inspirations that are amazing and awe-inspiring.

She couldn't help but praise him. He triumphantly winked and said to her ambiguously, "I deserve a good ride." ）”

This explicit ** was heard by Phil, and Phil laughed, laughing so hard that he couldn't stop laughing, and he couldn't breathe. The rest of his teammates were baffled. Someone yelled and asked what was wrong with Phil, but Phil's eyes wandered over the manager and Patrick, but he didn't say anything. "I'm happy, we're going to Barcelona!!"

"Oo......oo

"Barcelona, here we ......"

The screaming continued, and various sounds surrounded it.

Lu Ling glared at Patrick fiercely. Patrick shrugged, unconcerned. He came closer and asked in a low voice, "Does your foot hurt?" baby I can carry you back, or do you prefer to ride my ......?" and he made a gesture to pick her up.

Patrick Amber, this hooligan!!He's too proud tonight!!The live camera is gone, but there are people in front of them, flanks and behind them, and some camera reporters haven't left the stadium. And, the manager was carried back to the dressing room by the players?

"Stay away from me!" Lu Ling shouted in a low voice, and then she quickened her pace. She could still hear Phil Beasley's eerie, exaggerated laughter behind her.

Hans looked at the commotion in front of him and smiled slightly. Benjamin walked alongside him at the back. Little by little, the San Siro was left behind by them.

The night is over, and the night hasn't started yet.

Hans turned to look at Benjamin. Benjamin had his usual smile on his face. Hans didn't know if it was a fake or a real laugh, and he didn't want to know. But he can more or less understand Benjamin's feelings.

"What did Pat tell you?"

Benjamin suddenly heard the German ask. Hans has an eerie standard of English with a German accent. He smiled. Imperceptibly, intentionally or unintentionally. He replied, "Your girl seems to be here today?"

Hans wondered, "How do you know?"

"I see you waving to the stands. ”

Hans nodded, "Yes, Mia is here." He hesitated for a moment after speaking, and said solemnly: "I think your behavior is very inappropriate, and you know the result......"

Benjamin thought it was ridiculous, everyone thought of himself as a wise man, so he should be a fool. He glanced at the tall Germans, still smiling, as they had entered the players' tunnel. "I don't care. Benjamin said.

Hans snorted, raised his chin, and stopped looking at Benjamin's stiff smile. I don't know what to do. The Germans thought.

****

Nicholas took a glass of champagne and looked through the glass window at the San Siro, which was completely empty. Everything is beautiful, but this intoxicating Milanese night does not belong to the Italians. Pierre and Zixiang both went to the locker room. The Real Madrid boss was about to leave after drinking the glass of champagne, and behind him Juan was greeting some old friends. The TV was showing highlights of the thrilling match that had just ended.

The dust has finally settled on the two teams that reached the Champions League final this season. There are still 24 full days until June 5th. It's going to be a busy 24 days.

He could still seem to hear the cheers of San Siro as Patrick scored, and seemed to see the two right angles reaching into the night sky.

Pierre sighed beside him at that time, "What a romance", and the eighteen-year-old French boy may have been born an amorous boy. After the match, Pierre innocently asked, "Sir, are you going?"

Nicholas felt that shaking his head was superfluous.

Pierre continued, "Is there anything I need to bring to Queen Christine?"

Nicholas patiently replied, "I have her number." ”

Pierre blurted out, "Can you give it to me?" and he was knocked on the head by Zixiang after asking. Pierre then complained to Zixiang, "Who told you not to give it to me." I'll ask her for it myself in a moment. Zixiang said, "You don't dare." "Pierre puffs up," a little bit. But she's in a good mood today, so maybe she'll give it to me. Zixiang shouted, "Pierre, what are you thinking?"

Juan couldn't stop laughing. Nicholas remembered something and said to Pierre: "Tell Phil Beasley that I'm looking forward to his performance at Camp Nou. ”

Pierre was stunned for a moment, then nodded cautiously, "We're going to kick their ass, right?"

Zixiang continued: "Of course. ”

"You can remember that you played for Real Madrid. "That's Juan's voice.

"Nick, shall we go?" was Juan's voice.

Nicholas turned around and walked over to the table and put down his champagne glass, "Yes." ”

If you don't leave, you will be stopped by countless media. Before, he had been stopped by countless general acquaintances, and some of them, he couldn't even remember the name. Although, after that, he'll have to answer a series of questions about that matchup, her and QPR anyway. But not tonight. 166 Reading Network