Chapter 62

In the first half, he easily blocked every shot of Team B by relying on this multitasking ability. Apart from the sore throat, there was no other problem.

The second half was more difficult because Endritt was on the B team in the second half, and although several defenders moved immediately after hearing his words, they were still a little slow. So the final result was that the defender did not react, but the striker Drogba of Team A did react. He quickly changed direction and chose to shoot from another direction.

When the football flew towards the goal, Endrit had already moved to the other side to prepare to catch the ball, but when he saw the football flying towards this side, he immediately changed direction. Although he staggered a few steps, he still kicked the football out.

Lampard followed up with a shot, and Endritt on the grass stood up and jumped up without stopping to hug the football that was heading straight for the goal.

Lampard shook his head with some regret, and looked at Drogba, both of them saw the other's desire for the next attack.

Seven minutes later, Lampard seized the opportunity to break through the B team defender and head towards the left.

"left!"

Lampard raised the corner of his mouth and swayed his body to the right, but his feet continued to move to the left, kicking the football directly towards the goal from the left.

Drogba was waiting in the middle ready to take a follow-up shot at any time, but the ball went right into Endrit's arms.

When Lampard looked up at Endrit, he saw him shaking his head and smiling at him proudly, just like a little lion who had just successfully hunted and was showing off to his brother at home.

In the second half, Endrit was more tired than in the first half, but he still managed to defend the goal. Although his flash of inspiration just now seemed to be able to be used only once on the court, it was indeed useful. As long as the frequency of use was fixed and he shouted it out occasionally, the opponent might be fooled.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

Mourinho blew the whistle to end the game, then clapped his hands to signal the players to gather, and began to talk about the problems encountered in the training match.

"Sheva, pay attention to your coordination with the midfield and don't rush too far forward."

"Makelele, were you sleepwalking when you were running just now? Why were you so slow? Even if it's a training match, you should play it as a formal match. If you don't practice regularly, can you still keep up with the opponent's speed in a real match?"

"Team B's four defenders, speed! Reaction! Why can't they practice these?"

"Drogba and Lampard, were you two waiting for Ritter to make a mistake when you shot just now? Ritter knew he made a mistake and corrected it immediately. How could you two make the same mistake twice?"

"Ritter," Mourinho paused, "well done, good idea, you can try it more in today's training match."

"Okay, take a ten-minute break now, and then continue with your individual training for today in ten minutes."

After completing his personal training task, Endritt practiced for a while longer. When he returned to the locker room to change clothes, he found that everyone had not left yet.

Not only did he not leave, he was also sitting very upright on the chair, as if he was waiting for someone to come.

Endrit couldn't help but slow down his pace. He walked to the locker with a suspicious look on his face to change his jersey. As soon as he put on his clothes and turned around, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Lampard? What are you doing?"

"Because we suddenly remembered that there's something you haven't done yet."

Looking at Lampard who was so close, Endritt blinked and silently took a step back. Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to take a few more steps back, but as soon as he took a step back, his back hit the cabinet.

"What's the matter?" Endrit asked aloud, "Something that suddenly occurred to you, something related to me?"

"You haven't sung yet."

"What?"

Lampard explained aloud: "The new players have to sing a song."

"Yes, we will sing until we are satisfied!" Drogba immediately followed.

Barak raised his hand silently and added, "Ritter, I know you are mixed-race, but you have to sing English songs, not anything else."

This is something Ballack learned from experience. When he first transferred to the club, he sang a German song, but his teammates were not satisfied. Only after he sang an English song again did his teammates feel satisfied.

"Hey! Barak! Why are you reminding me?"

Immediately, a teammate expressed his dissatisfaction. Ballack smiled and raised his hand, "Forget it, forget it!"

"Sing, sing!" Lampard reached out and pulled Endrit towards the stool, "Stand on it and sing."

"Yes, sing it! It's just a song. Our Chelsea induction ceremony is much better than Manchester United's."

Endrit raised his legs and stood on the chair, looking embarrassed. "Sing? I, um..."

Endrit was in a dilemma because the few English songs he could sing and memorized the lyrics of were from more than ten years ago, and now he knew very few English songs.

"twinkle twinkle little star..."

“Shhhhhh!!”

The teammates immediately booed and were very dissatisfied.

"How can I sing nursery rhymes?"

"Yeah! This is totally unqualified!"

"Unqualified! Unqualified!"

Endrit scratched his head. "If this one doesn't work, then this is the only one I can sing."

"ABCDEFG..."

There was deathly silence in the locker room, and everyone stared at Endritt standing on a chair and singing the entire initials song with a dazed look on his face.

Barak raised his hand and patted his head. "Oh my God, you only know these two English songs. No! You only know this one nursery rhyme? Didn't you learn it when you were a child?"

"Didn't you say we can only sing in English?" Endrit smiled at everyone sheepishly and got down from the stool. "When I was a kid I learned a few Chinese songs from my grandfather, but I didn't learn much else."

"Why did you come down? Get back up! It's Chinese! At least sing a song!"

"Yes! We allow you to sing a Chinese song! Hurry up and stand up!"

So Endrit had no choice but to stand up again, cleared his throat, and sang in front of everyone: "Two tigers, two tigers run fast..."

Endritt repeated it three times, so that the song sounded long, and then he immediately got off the stool and drank from a bottle of water nearby.

“Is this song so short?”

"Yeah, why is it so short? Are you singing nonsense?"

Endrit swallowed a mouthful of water and shook his head. "I didn't sing it randomly. This song is short and sharp. It's very famous in China. Almost everyone can sing it."

"Really?"

"Of course, why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, you can go and ask."

After completing the induction ceremony, everyone dispersed. Endrit quickly grabbed Ashley and motioned him to wait a moment. After the other teammates had left, Endrit asked, "Why are we doing this induction ceremony now?"

"We were planning to let you sing before. Didn't you run away during that prank? Everyone thought you were angry, and we tried to find another opportunity later, but we never found the right time. Besides..." Ashley was silent for a moment, and after glancing at Endrit's golden hair, he continued, "Although you don't look fierce at all, everyone privately thinks you're quite fierce."

Endrit pursed his lips. If he thought he was fierce, why did he always rush forward and act as a vanguard?

"You are very serious and stubborn. When we stand next to you, we feel that it is wrong to rest for even a second longer." Ashley shook his head gently. "It has been almost half a year, and you have basically not rested at all. This is too scary. We all admire you. Of course, everyone is more afraid that you will get excited and force us to train together."

Endrit said, "Why does today suddenly seem like a good time?"

Ashley glanced at Endrit's blonde hair again, "Didn't you notice? You seem to be in a good mood today, no, you seem to be smiling a lot recently. And you look really well behaved when you have blonde hair, like a little kid."

"Little friend?" Endrit couldn't believe his ears. He raised his hand and pointed at himself and the lion head on his collarbone. "I am obviously the Lion King!"

"Oh, I've seen this cartoon." Ashley nodded, "You do look like Simba, but this is Simba when he was a child."

Endrit's face darkened, Ashley chuckled, reached out and quickly touched Endrit's hair, then ran away quickly.

"Hello!"

Ashley ran away, Endrit rubbed his face and sighed deeply, then called Mendes in the evening and asked him to help him think of what gifts to give to his teammates.

"I was too, um... too stressed before, and my whole body wasn't in the right state, so I didn't do well. I was a little bit pretentious and thought I was very capable and knew everything, and I even wanted to give advice to others, but in fact I couldn't even sort out my own affairs. Fortunately, no one hates me yet, I really shouldn't have done that."

If he hadn't been strong enough, Endrit estimated that he might not have been able to make it before.

So on October 25, the day of the Champions League group match against Schalke 04, Chelsea players received a small gift from Endrit.

"I was under so much pressure before, I'm really embarrassed."

"It's okay, it's okay," Ashley was the first to respond, pulling Endrit's hair as he spoke, "We don't mind."

Endrit raised his foot to kick him, "If you touch my hair again, I'll really beat you up!"

The teammates were very happy to receive the gift unexpectedly, and they all expressed their desire to teach Endrit an English song that is not only nice to listen to but also easy to learn.

"We Chelsea players can't not sing!"

"I'll teach you another German song," Barak said. "It's really simple and beautiful..."

"I know the German song!" Endrit's music radar immediately lit up, "I can sing Little Alligator!"

Endrit opened his mouth and sang a few words, which made Barak very confused: the song that Endrit sang seemed to be indeed "Little Crocodile", but why was the pronunciation so strange? And, “Why are all the songs you can sing children’s songs?”

"He's still young~"

"Yes, yes, he is still little Simba. It's not surprising that he can only sing nursery rhymes!"

"That's right! He is not even eighteen years old! Oh my God! Our Chelsea goalkeeper is not even eighteen years old!"

Endrit was silent for a while and then silently sang a few more lines of Little Crocodile. His teammates exclaimed that the song was so cute, but they didn't know that Endrit had secretly cursed them several times.

"Your pronunciation is wrong," Barak corrected Endrit's pronunciation actively when he saw that he liked the song. "Listen to me singing it first. It's like this..."

Endrit: ...

Well, now I got scolded again.