Chapter 93

Under the stern face of Tottenham head coach Ramos, Chelsea's players completed their goal celebration. The game restarted and Tottenham had the ball.

One minute into the game, Tottenham striker Robbie Keane turned and shot in the penalty area against Chelsea defender Carvalho, intending to score. After judging the trajectory of the ball, Endrit immediately pounced to the left and caught the ball in his arms.

Four minutes later, Robbie Keane swept in again and passed the ball straight to his teammate Berbatov, who was closest to the goal, from outside the penalty area. The latter immediately raised his foot to shoot after receiving the ball. Chelsea defender Ashley, who was returning to defense, missed the ball. He was feeling annoyed when he saw the hastily kicked ball fly directly across the crossbar.

With only two minutes left in the first half, Tottenham, who were one goal behind, failed to perform a miracle and Chelsea entered the halftime break with a score of 1:0.

Mourinho, who had used words to "motivate" the players in the locker room before today's game, did not continue to motivate them during the halftime break. He just walked into the locker room, said "keep it up" and turned away, leaving the locker room to the players.

Ten minutes later, the second half of the game began.

In the fifth minute of the second half, Tottenham defender Chimbonda made a pass from the backcourt to the frontcourt. Right midfielder Zokora followed up in time and shot the ball with great force, but the flight height was higher than Berbatov's volley in the first half.

The hope that had risen in the heart of Tottenham head coach Ramos was shattered again. He took a deep breath and paced back and forth on the sidelines, relieving his anxiety and pressure while secretly thinking about how to break the deadlock - substitution?

Ramos turned his head and looked at Hoodstone sitting on the bench. He waved to him and asked him to warm up on the sidelines first, while he went to the linesman to request a substitution.

In the 60th minute, Hoodstone replaced Chimbonda.

Two minutes later, Tottenham defender Ledley King made a mistake in passing the ball, and Drogba intercepted the ball directly on the way to his midfield teammate.

"Drogba?!"

"Is there a chance to fight alone?"

After Drogba intercepted the ball, he rushed directly towards the Tottenham penalty area. The two defenders closest to Drogba, Woodgate and Alan Hutton, immediately double-teamed Drogba. Although Ledley King was a step slower, he blocked Drogba's way back and shot.

Endrit, who didn't do much physical work after the start of the second half, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. His teammates and the opponent Tottenham players were "communicating with each other" in the Tottenham half. They, Chelsea, completely suppressed the opponent Tottenham!

He just knew it! The last Champions League match was a complete accident. All the players made mistakes. It must be a problem with the Karaiskakis Stadium!

“Beep, beep, beep!”

The referee blew the whistle and made a penalty instruction: Ashley committed a handball foul when defending Hoodstone. No card was issued but a penalty was awarded.

The Tottenham fans at the scene immediately cheered for Hoodstone. Endrit turned his head to look in the direction of Ashley with a slightly dark face. With a serious face, he grabbed the penalty kick taken by Berbatov, put the ball on the grass and kicked it to the midfield.

Endrit then began to contact System 33, which was dangling itself from the beam with a rope.

'So I just praised someone in my mind, and the next second my teammate just sucked? System, not only have you not cleared up all the side effects after the upgrade, you've also added a new side effect of a crow's mouth for me, right? '

【Host! After 33 scans and analyses, firstly, it is more accurate to call your behavior "poison milk", and secondly, the system upgrade will not produce the side effect of "crow's mouth". 】

Endrit really wanted to say that he didn't believe it, not only because the system's credibility in his eyes was really very low, but also because in these two games Chelsea's players really made too many low-level mistakes that should not have happened at all! But now the system couldn't hear his thoughts, so Endrit just lowered his eyes and said "I know".

At worst, he can just think less and have no expectations of his teammates, then he will definitely not be disappointed.

In the 72nd minute, Drogba received the ball in front of the penalty area and got rid of Tottenham defender Woodgate before shooting directly. Paul Robinson, who had been eyeing the opponent's players since the beginning of the game, took the initiative to attack, but the football shot towards the goal was directly blocked by the latter.

A minute later, Paul Robinson punched Lampard's corner kick into the goal. Watching the football fly out, Paul Robinson roared, waved his arms vigorously, gritted his teeth and stared at the Chelsea players in the penalty area.

Lampard, who was locked in the sight, was stunned for a moment when he looked up and saw Endrit's sight after returning to his own half. After Endrit successfully made an offside move by the opposite right midfielder Zokora and broke into the penalty area, he hugged the shot and nodded to the defender beside him to give an affirmative look. A big question mark instantly emerged in Lampard's mind: What's wrong with Endrit?

On the field, during the game, Lampard had no extra time to stand there and think about the problem. As soon as the doubtful thought came up, he put it behind his mind and continued to attack the opposite half with the ball.

In the 83rd minute, Lampard passed the ball to Alneka. Alneka turned around and shot immediately. The football jumped high and flew towards the goal, but was caught by Paul Robinson.

Four minutes later, Mourinho stood on the sidelines and replaced Essien with Ballack. The reporters in the stands suddenly became alert and took pictures of the field with their cameras: Mourinho let two people play! Is this a competition? !

The scene that the media reporters expected did not happen. With Tottenham player Robbie Keane's overhead kick on the small penalty area line and the ball being firmly caught by Endrit, the League Cup game came to an end.

After three minutes of injury time, the game ended with Chelsea beating Tottenham 1:0, successfully defending their title and becoming the League Cup champions of the 07-08 season.

The fans in the stands celebrated wildly and loudly. They were even more excited than when they won the League Cup last year, because they seemed to have seen a future in which Chelsea would win one championship after another at the end of the season!

In the locker room, Endritt, who still did not attend the post-match press conference, had just changed his jersey and packed his things when there was a knock on the locker room door.

Bridge, who had finished packing first and had not played yet, walked to the door first and opened it. "Why don't you just push the door? Why do you have to let me open it for you... Berbatov?"

Berbatov, standing outside the locker room, gave a reserved smile, "Is Ritter here?"

Bridge's eyes moved down and fell on the jersey in Berbatov's hand. He suddenly realized what was going on and turned his head to shout inside, "Ritter! I want to exchange jerseys with you!"

Endrit hurried to the door carrying his jersey. When he saw that the person coming was Berbatov, his heart skipped a beat and he was very scared: Help! No way! After this game, do you no longer want to go to Manchester United or come to Chelsea?

"Ritter," Berbatov didn't notice Endrit's panic. He smiled and waved at Endrit, then turned his head to look outside, "Shall we go outside and talk?"

Endrit took a deep breath and responded, "Okay, let's talk."

Amid Endrit's anxious heartbeat, Berbatov talked about his recent goal drought.

"I can't score when you are the goalkeeper, and I can't score when you are not the goalkeeper. It's not just in the game. I often can't shoot successfully in the usual training games, but I obviously train very hard every day..."

Endrit heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, and then drove to help analyze, "Is it because of your national team's recent game?"

"There are quite a lot of friendly matches between national teams recently. Flying back and forth to Bulgaria will affect your condition."

Well, if it's not unexpected, this should be the reason. He remembered that in the third year of Berbatov's contract with Manchester United, that is, in the 10th year, in order to avoid being kicked out by Manchester United, he directly withdrew from the national team, and then used the entire vacation period to train madly. After that, his shooting rate rose sharply.

"This shouldn't have much of an impact..."

"You can score when you play for the national team, right?" Endrit interrupted Berbatov, and when he nodded, he continued, "Look, I'm in England, but I haven't been to any of the England national team's recent friendly matches. Isn't it because the coach is worried that I won't be able to keep up with the intensity of the Premier League after playing too many games against other national teams?"

"You will win all the time when you play against weak teams, but you can't keep playing like that, or you won't know how to play when you meet a strong team."

"Of course, the game is only one of the factors. Another factor is naturally that you haven't trained enough. You spent the time that should have been spent on training on traveling. You are the captain and you have to worry about other players on the national team. These unfavorable factors combined will definitely affect your game state."

At this point, Endrit paused, and couldn't help but put his hands over his face and wailed, "Look, Chelsea has basically not been affected in recent times, but we made all kinds of low-level mistakes in these two games and almost lost the games. It's good enough that you just fell into a goal drought..."

Berbatov stepped forward, hugged Endrit and patted him on the back, "Don't be like this, my friend, didn't you win the game in the end?"

Endrit was suddenly startled: Friends? What friends! When did we become friends?

Seeing Endrit's surprised look, Berbatov smiled lightly, "I regretted a little after I called you last time, because I was worried that you would say something to the media. But you didn't, so from then on I knew that you are a trustworthy friend."

"Although I am still hesitant, Ritter, don't worry, I will give priority to Chelsea." Berbatov winked at Endrit, "You know what I mean."

A bolt of lightning fell and struck Endrit on the head. He swallowed and was a little dazed. "No, I don't understand."

Berbatov smiled and said, "You'll understand this summer."

After Berbatov dropped a mine and blew Endrit up, he patted his butt and left with Endrit's jersey, leaving Endrit standing there alone in silence for a long time, and finally covered his face in grief: What is going on! Is it too late for him to run outside and speak ill of Berbatov to reporters?

Endrit did what he thought. After arriving at Chelsea and getting off the bus, he did not immediately keep up with his teammates. After pausing for a few seconds, a reporter with a microphone followed him.

"Ritter, after winning the League Cup you..."

Endrit looked at the microphone handed to him and opened his mouth, "What I want to say is that this season, we want more than just a League Cup championship."

He left after saying this, but when he was walking back in the coach's car after buying groceries, Endrit couldn't help but rub his face hard: Damn, Berbatov got it right this time, but it may not be the case next time! snort!

"Godfather! Wait!" Endrit looked up and looked out the window, "Stop here for a minute, I'll go down and get my football!"

When Endritt pushed open the door of Mourinho's house holding the football he bought, he saw a row of footballs on the steps at a glance.

"godfather?"

Endrit looked up with a puzzled look on his face. Mourinho stood at the top of the stairs, crossed his arms and smiled slightly, "Come on, tell me now, which of these footballs is the girlfriend you want to take home and show me?"

Endrit was stunned for a second, then he climbed up the stairs and stood in front of Mourinho, waving his hand, "Godfather! You are too narrow-minded. As long as I want, all the footballs are my girlfriends, they..."

Before he finished speaking, Mourinho grabbed Endrit's ear and led him into the house, "What are you talking about? Let Matilde take a look at you after dinner. If you really think so, you need treatment..."

"No, Godfather, I'm not sick and I don't need treatment. Football throws itself at me every day... Ouch! My ears! Godfather, you're pulling me and hurting me..."

Mourinho quickly let go, and Endrit took the opportunity to leap out, hiding behind Matilde and complaining in a low voice.

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't you want to show off your Chinese food?"

"No, I can't do it today!" Endrit raised his hand silently, "My hand hurts now..."

"I just pulled your ear, not your hand..."

"There's a word called synaesthesia..." Looking at Mourinho searching around as if he was looking for some suitable furniture, Endrit quickly raised his hand and said, "I'm ready! I can do it, Godfather! I'll cook now..."

Kung Pao Chicken? Braised eggplant? All gone! Now there’s only scrambled eggs with tomatoes!