Chapter 56

Chelsea temporarily led Rosenborg 1:0. The Chelsea players on the field gathered together happily to cheer and celebrate. When they saw Endrit standing motionless in front of the goal, they waved to Endrit and invited him to join the celebration.

Endrit joined the celebration, but his heart, which should have been excited, turned cold.

He once had such a good defender in front of him but he didn't cherish him. He regretted it after losing him. He has never understood as clearly as he does now how tiring it is to be a goalkeeper with four unreliable defenders in front of you.

Endrit silently looked at Belletti, who just wanted to show off himself but almost assisted his teammate on the opposite side.

"What's wrong?" Belletti looked at Endrit with a smile, unaware of anything. "Why are you looking at me?"

"You were a little aggressive just now," Endritt thought quickly about the "art of language" in his mind, "you can be more steady next time."

Belletti's smile faded, but he still nodded, "I understand."

You'd better really know it!

Endrit stood in front of the goal, clapped his hands, and looked straight ahead.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

The game restarts and Rosenborg has the ball.

Rosenborg midfielder Shelbrey dribbled the ball and broke through from the right side. Cole followed him directly. Belletti in the backcourt was staring at Shelbrey who was very close to him and was eager to try. Although he just made a mistake, since the coach did not substitute him, it means that the coach still wants to give him a chance to perform, and he will not let the coach down again.

But Shelbrey did not give Belletti the chance to show himself again. After colliding with Cole, Shelbrey lifted the ball high and rushed straight into the penalty area.

Forward Connie kept his eyes on the football, arched his body and pushed away defender Alex who was guarding him. Then he jumped high and shook his head hard in the direction of the goal, and the football flew directly above the goal.

The ball was very fast and powerful. After it landed on the grass, Connie stared at Endrit with burning eyes. The latter stretched out his legs, stepped to the side, and stretched out his hands, and the football seemed to have eyes and flew into Endrit's hands.

Connie reached out and silently pressed his philtrum, then turned and ran back.

In front of the goal, Endrit hesitated and deliberately threw the ball to the left: He is really afraid of Belletti now. Did this kid jump up just now? If he hadn't been short enough to touch the ball, he would have almost given an assist to the opponent.

Thinking of this, taking advantage of the dead ball time, Endrit turned his head and looked at Mourinho on the sidelines, but this time the latter turned his head away and ignored Endrit's pleading look.

hateful!

Endrit cursed inwardly and quickly turned his head to stare at the football.

The ball was at Sidwell's feet. When Seth rushed over to steal the ball from the opposite side, he made an easy one-two with Mikel. Rosenborg defenders Kopinen and Basma immediately surrounded Sidwell. Sidwell looked up and observed for a while, then decisively passed the ball to Kalu who was in front of him on the right.

This is the first time for striker Kalou to play in the Champions League. He was very excited from the beginning of the game and ran very actively, wanting more fans to know him.

Kalu looked up at the opposing defender Dorsin and made a fake move to cut inside. Dorsin's body subconsciously bent, and Kalu ran past him on the left with the ball and faced the goalkeeper.

Dorsin and Kopinen chased back in the direction of Kalu. Kalu looked up at the opposing goalkeeper Hirschfeld, stared into his eyes, bent his legs and kicked the ball upwards - this was a shot that would rush to the left side of the goal!

After determining the direction, Hirschfeld immediately rushed to the left, but as soon as he rushed out, he saw Kalou frowning and raising his leg again to push the ball into the empty goal.

Hirschfeld had already dived to the left, and it was too late for him to change direction to catch the football. He fell to the ground with a thud, turned his head to look at the football that had rolled into the goal, his eyes so red that they were about to bleed!

The door was broken again! It would have been fine if it was Sheva before, he is a star after all, but who is this Kalou? Why was it so easy to score? His fake moves were so real! He didn't react at all!

But not only Hirschfeld failed to react, but also Kalou himself, who had just scored the goal, failed to react. When his teammates rushed up to him and hugged him to celebrate, Kalu's brain was still stuck: I'm going to score? Is it that easy to get in? Just such a simple fake move was enough to fool the opponent?

While Kalou was confused, referee Duhamel blew the whistle to start the game again. Rosenborg got the ball. Cony reached out for the ball with a serious face and rushed into the penalty area with the ball.

He was fast and strong, and when he was dribbling the ball, he knocked over Mikel who was trying to steal the ball. Mikel rolled on the ground, covering his arm and crying out in pain.

The referee blew the whistle immediately. Because of the principle of offensive advantage, Kalou's collision was within the scope of reasonable collision, so no card was given. After blowing the whistle to signal the restart, Duhamel left the court.

As for Mikel who fell to the ground, Duhamel said that your acting was too fake, and if you lie down again, I will give you a fake fall.

Mikel got up quickly and the interrupted game resumed. Connie, who was full of anger just now, calmed down a little because of this interruption, and he was more cautious when he attacked with the ball again.

Five minutes later, Endrit once again saw Connie dribbling into the penalty area.

Not surprisingly, Chelsea's four defenders were accelerating towards Connie, hoping to keep the ball outside the penalty area, but before they could touch Connie, Connie had already started shooting.

Connie stretched out his right foot and pretended to kick the ball in the direction of the football. This is a fake move to dribble past the goalkeeper. Connie is very skilled at this. When he plays training matches with the team, he can often fool Hirschfeld with a fake move and score easily.

But now, Connie looked at Endrit who was standing there motionless. He had no time to feel sad. He just gritted his teeth and continued his shooting. He retracted his outstretched right foot, drew a circle on the football, and then gently pushed the ball to the far corner of the goal.

Connie's heart was beating violently. He stared at Endrit without blinking, expecting him to move, but Endrit still stood there without moving.

Although Chelsea's defender arrived late, he finally made it. Connie had no choice but to kick the ball back that had rolled a short distance, and then shoot it with all his might.

After the football flew out, Endrit quickly determined the direction, moved a few steps to the left, reached out to grab it, and the football flew directly into Endrit's arms.

Endrit held the football, glanced at the first defender Ben Haim who ran over, and threw the football to him.

After getting the ball, Ben Haim immediately dribbled forward. Connie stood there in silence for a while, then turned around and ran forward with his head hooked.

Once again, the goal failed, but the opponent had already scored two goals!

Could they tie the score in the first half?

Cony ran to the frontcourt and wanted to steal the ball and try a long shot, but just as he ran from the wing to the midfield, the referee Duhamel blew the whistle. It was not because of a foul, but because the first half of the game was over. Their opponent Chelsea entered the second half with a 2:0 advantage.

"In the second half, I hope all players will shoot directly when they get the ball and don't hesitate."

Endrit, who was twisting the water bottle to drink some water later, was stunned. "Coach? What about defense?"

Mourinho ignored Endrit's words and continued: "You should have realized the difference between the opposing goalkeeper and Endrit. The ball that Endrit couldn't score against the opposing goal will have a high probability of scoring."

Kalu suddenly realized. He had previously felt that he had scored that goal extremely easily, but after thinking about it carefully, the reason why he felt it was easy was that when he was training with Endrit in the team before, Endrit would not be fooled by his fake moves at all, and no matter how tricky the angle of his shot was, Endrit could save the ball.

I didn't have much of an experience when I was in the Premier League, after all, the level of Premier League goalkeepers was there. Now that he has encountered a goalkeeper who can be fooled by his feint, doesn't scoring a goal suddenly become a lot easier?

"Okay, there's nothing else to tell you, you guys take a rest first."

Mourinho wanted to slip away after saying this, but Endrit quickly stood up and grabbed him, "Coach, where is the defense? They are going to attack..."

"Don't you have the defense?" Mourinho smiled and turned around. He took the bottle from Endrit's hand, unscrewed it, and handed it back. "Have a sip?"

Endrit closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "In the second half of the game..."

Mourinho pulled Endretri outside the locker room and whispered: "In the next schedule, it will be difficult for us to meet an opponent like Rosenborg again. They are not very strong, but definitely not weak. It is perfect to use them to witness a miracle."

Connie is very strong and he ensures the value of every save made by Endrit. And every goal that Chelsea players scored over Hirschfeld's head added value to the game.

Chelsea completely gave up defense in the second half, with Endrit being the only one guarding the goal.

The remaining players took the ball, found an opening and thought they had a chance to score a goal, so they just shot directly. The ball possession changed very frequently, and Endrit and the opposing goalkeeper Hirschfeld became the busiest people on the field.

"Bang!"

Endrit knocked Connie's header straight out of the goal.

"Bang!"

Endrit jumped up and blocked the football with his chest, caught the rapidly falling football with his hand, and then raised his foot to pass the football to his teammate.

“Boom!”

This was the sound of Endrit's head hitting the door frame. It came from the cooperation between Connie and his teammate Teti. The former shot first, but with little force. Teti ran a few steps and caught up with the football and kicked it. The football changed its original direction and flew towards the upper left corner of the goal.

It's not that Endrit didn't know this routine, but he didn't expect that Connie, who had insisted on shooting on his own, would cooperate with his teammates, so he was not careful for a moment, and when he reacted and rushed over, he didn't control the height well, jumped too high, and his head hit the door frame directly. Fortunately, the ball was saved by Endrit.

Connie's face turned even darker. After that, Endrit kept guarding against Connie's cooperation with his teammates, but this guy seemed to only focus on himself and no longer cooperated with his teammates.

But Endritt didn't have time to catch his breath, because his teammates basically shot directly as soon as they got the ball, so the ball stayed on their side for only a few seconds before it went to Rosenborg. So Connie, who had just completed a shot three minutes ago, fired another heavy shot at the goal three minutes later.

For a full forty-five minutes, Connie and his teammates cooperated to shoot at Chelsea's goal seventeen times, while Chelsea players only attempted to shoot at Rosenborg twenty-one times!

Why say only? Because the opposing goalkeeper has teammates! His teammates will help defend! It was said that there were 21 shots on goal, but in fact 13 of them were blocked by the opponent's defense. Hirschfeld only saved eight shots and completed five saves.

Towards the end of the game, Endrit felt his legs starting to become weak. When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, Endrit lay directly on the grass, closed his eyes, and felt that he didn't want to see football again for a while.

[Ding ding ding~]

[Congratulations to the host for unlocking the achievement "Baby, my love is only born for you!" and getting ten points! 】

[Wow wow wow host!] You unlocked another achievement! This is what you get after hugging your love interest many times...】

'Shh, I'm a little tired. '

The system closed its mouth silently. Endrit just breathed a sigh of relief, and then the next second he felt like he was flying in the sky? ? ! !

"Ritter!"

"Ritter!"

His teammates threw Endrit, who was lying on the grass, up to celebrate. They were so excited. The score of 5:0 and the scene in the second half where Endrit was the only one guarding the goal, this was definitely a game that would be remembered by many fans! And from this moment on, these substitute players whose names no one knew before will have a new chapter in their lives!

When Endrit was let down, the Chelsea fans at the scene were still celebrating wildly. Many teammates had already started to run around the field, and several teammates who scored goals even slid on their knees on the grass. Endrit dragged his feet to the sidelines.

"Ritter! You're so awesome!"

But he had just taken a few steps when someone grabbed his hand. Endrit looked up and his face lit up with joy, "Terry!"

John Terry! One of the best defenders in England at the moment, he had subconsciously distanced himself from this guy because of the incident that happened to his friend's wife a few years later, but now think about it, how could he stay away from such a good defender just because of something that hasn't happened yet...

[Host host!] I found a way to quickly gain achievement points! 】

[Host, give the football of your love interest to John Terry in front of you, and then take it back from him, you can quickly get the achievement of "Green Man, People Will Always Be Green"! 】

Endrit's smile froze, and under John Terry's puzzled look, he abruptly changed the subject, "Have you seen Ashley?"

"Oh, he's behind."

"Okay, thank you."

"What's there to thank for? We are all teammates~"

Endrit couldn't laugh, and suddenly felt that life was so difficult.

Endrit couldn't laugh, but not far from him, Mourinho, who had been very calm throughout the game and looked like he was in control of the situation, now had his mouth crooked with laughter.

John Terry also smiled happily. He hugged Endrit and ran to the court to celebrate the victory with other teammates.

There was laughter and joy in the air above Stamford Bridge, and even System 33 couldn't help laughing at the ten points he had just obtained.