The silver Volvo XC60 sps off the motorways of Newcastle, and as night falls, everything looks exceptionally calm.

"Well, Kinsella has already posted a follow-up to Christian Pulisic's injury in a column, and he says the official result will be available tomorrow." Looking at the curly-haired man beside him in deep thought, Gallagher held the steering wheel and swiped the screen of his phone from time to time.

But he didn't notice that a Range Rover diagonally opposite was speeding up.

"Be careful!" Only Qin Xi heard a scream, but fortunately Gallagher reacted in time and avoided the Range Rover, but their Volvo hit the fence on the side of the road hard.

Fortunately, the safety factor of this car is obvious to all, but there is a little trouble with the front bumper.

By the night and street lights, the black Range Rover with double flashes also stopped.

"Are you all right?" Qin Xi quickly asked with concern.

"It's not a big problem, it's really an unlucky day."

Along with Gallagher's voice, the mobile phone, which had been dropped to the ground by inertia, also heard the roar of understanding.

At the same moment, Newcastle completed the final kill.

After Havertz equalised in the 79th minute, Newcastle completed the win over the West London Blues with Kane's header in the 92nd minute.

2-1, Chelsea fell behind again.

Originally, in the process of driving, the two had a clear division of labor, Qin Xi paid attention to the dynamics of the race, and the blond guy was responsible for driving the vehicle.

Unexpectedly, now the race is lost, and the car is also damaged.

While they were sluggish, they did not notice that a dark shadow had come beside them.

"Oops, it's the owner of that black SUV, and if they recognize it as us, we'll be in the Sky Sports headlines tomorrow." Gallagher shrewdly rolled up the window.

"Bang bang", as the window was gently knocked by the black shadow, Gallagher looked helplessly at Qin Xi beside him.

"Are you all right?" Through the window, the sound of the dark shadow outside the car can also be heard inside the car.

The not pure British accent resembles the pronunciation of Ngoro and Fofana.

"Wait a minute, are you..." Through the window, Gallagher seemed to recognize the guy outside the car and quickly opened the door.

Tall and with flowing hair, he is a famous French David. Genola.

'I remember you, you were those two midfielders at Chelsea? The long-haired man looked at the two young men who walked out of the car door and asked excitedly.

Ginola, who played for Newcastle for many seasons in the mid-90s, is also the darling of the city.

After a simple exchange of pleasantries, Qin Xi and they understood that the other party was driving back to Newcastle to participate in a friend's party, but they did not expect to meet the same football players Qin Xi and Gallagher.

Half an hour later, seeing Genola's Land Rover speeding away, Gallagher also pressed the start button of the car.

"I don't know if we will be in good physical condition like him in 30 years." The English guy couldn't help but sigh.

Qin Xi didn't care to answer the question of the guy next to him, he was just thinking about what Genola had just said.

The Frenchman watched the entire game in the car, and what happened to Qin Xi, he fully understood.

The short 30-minute exchange benefited Qin Xi, who was dozens of years younger than the other party.

Ginola used her own experience to enlighten the Chinese man who struggled to restrain his negative emotions, and no one wanted his foul to bring uneasy damage to the players next to him, especially his teammates.

But football is round, anything can happen.

And now, all you need to do is improve yourself and prove that you deserve this shirt with hard work.

"Hey, did you listen to me? Qin Xi, you won't bump into any sequelae, right? Looking at the strange appearance of the curly-haired man beside him, Gallagher quickly parked the car at the rest stop.

"What's wrong again? Do you want to go back to London? Qin Xi said while looking at the road sign beside him.

"You guy, I thought you were knocked stupid." Seeing that guy open his mouth, Gallagher breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Qin Xi's mobile phone screen jumped repeatedly, and it was Mount's video call.

Seeing this, the blond guy snatched the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, you idiots, didn't you say you would take all three points? I wasn't there, you got your first defeat of the season. Before Mount on the other end of the phone could speak, Gallagher took the lead.

"Connor! You mean, it's all our responsibility to lose the game?

A mature accent with a German accent appeared on the other end of the phone, and Mount smiled and pointed the phone screen at Tuchel on the side.

Suddenly seeing the head coach, Gallagher on the other end of the phone was also taken aback.

"No, boss, I'm joking."

"How was the work I gave you going?" I think I asked Mason to call Qin Xi's child's phone, what about Qin Xi? "

I'm here, I'm here, boss." Hearing the sound of the phone, Qin Xi quickly took the phone back.

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