Chapter 102
This weekend after the Champions League game, Endrit and his teammates arrived at St. George's Park early to train with their national team teammates.
It was relatively easy at the beginning of the training because the national team's defense was non-existent and the players did not need to restrain their instincts and let their teammates from the bench enter the backcourt.
But when his teammates from the substitute team entered the backcourt and shot, Endritt blocked the ball directly, but his defender teammate was unable to catch the ball in the first place.
"You were too fast just now," defender Richardson sighed in annoyance, "I didn't react in time, sorry, let's try again."
Endrit nodded expressionlessly, but the next time he hit the ball directly at Richardson, the latter still failed to react in the first time. The football hit the grass four or five meters in front of him and rolled away.
"Next time! Next time for sure!"
A teammate from the substitute team broke through the backcourt and shot the ball into the goal. Endritt jumped up, stretched out his arms and hit the ball directly towards Richardson.
Richardson jumped up and aimed his eyes at the football, ready to head it to the center field.
When Endritt landed, he looked up and saw Richardson jumping. His head suddenly buzzed, "You jumped too high!"
Before he finished his words, the football hit Richardson's back with a "pa" sound and bounced out. Endritt took a few steps forward and reached out to catch the football in his arms.
After Richardson landed, he turned around and looked at Endrit, laughing awkwardly twice, "Haha, luckily I didn't get hit on the butt..."
Endrit tilted his head, "Again?"
The national team's starting defenders, Bridge, John Terry and Ashley are all his teammates, so Endritt does not need to cooperate with these three people. He has been practicing cooperation with Richardson, Campbell, Letsko and Ferdinand throughout the morning.
Of the four, Ferdinand was the first to be able to keep up with Endrit's ball-racing speed. Campbell caught up towards the end of the morning training, but Richardson and Letschke were a bit unsatisfactory.
"It's okay, don't worry." Endrit took the initiative to pat Richardson and Letsko on the shoulders. "We still have time. The next training should be much better. You can also practice with your team's goalkeeper after you go back. It will be easier to score goals if you cooperate well."
In the afternoon, Endrit received the ball in front of the goal and kicked it to Gerrard and Crouch, who were able to shoot directly after receiving the ball. Coach Capello said that there was no need to further figure out the cooperation between the two of them. However, Gerrard's success rate of direct shooting after receiving the ball was not very high, so after another failed attack, Capello asked Endritt to pass the ball to one of the midfielders such as Barry, Lampard and Hargreaves.
After Endrit passed the ball to them, they organized and passed the ball to the scorer Gerrard.
The results were good at the beginning, but after a day of training, Coach Capello said that this way of training was not feasible.
"Although the cooperation in the afternoon seemed to be very effective, I think a big part of the reason was that the opponent was too weak. If we were facing a strong team, we might not be able to play the effect we did this afternoon."
Endrit shuddered and took a step back, "The opponent in the friendly match is not strong either, coach!"
Capello was stunned for a moment, then he realized what was happening and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Am I the kind of person who would go back on my word easily? I said I would not let you participate in the friendly match, and I will not let you participate."
But Endrit didn't breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this. He was even more nervous than before. "Then coach, what did you mean just now?"
"When we start playing in the Champions League, we probably won't be able to perform that way in the first few games," Capello patted Endrit on the shoulder, placing high hopes on him. "So, it will all depend on you. Guard the goal. Even if we don't score, we can still advance successfully in the final penalty shootout."
Endrit moved his mouth and was about to say something when he heard Coach Capello talking about bonuses.
“I specifically asked the FA for a bonus and they didn’t say no.”
"Thank you, coach! I'll try my best!"
Although both were pie in the sky, the one that Coach Capello drew was much more delicious than the one that Coach McClaren drew at the time.
At 18:10, Endritt appeared in the parking lot.
Lampard and his team originally said they wanted to wait for Endrit, but Endrit didn't know how long the conversation between him and Coach Capello would last, so he let them go first.
Endritt twirled the fob on his car key around his finger, scanning the various cars for his own.
"Endrit?"
A male voice suddenly sounded in the parking lot. Endrit was startled and turned around to see that it was the driver of the car next to him. The driver rolled down the window, revealing a very familiar face.
"Have you finished your training?"
"Ah..." Endrit blinked, "Beckham?"
Beckham opened the car door and got out, leaning against the door and holding out his hand to Endritt, "Hello, nice to see you."
"Hello, hello," Endrit shook Beckham's hand, "Nice to meet you too. Are you here for training?"
Beckham's face froze, "Coach Capello didn't ask me to come for training."
When the English Football Association announced that Capello would be the head coach of the England national team, Beckham felt dizzy and felt that his future was suddenly bleak.
Although the first thing Capello did after taking office was to recruit him and make him a member of the national team to show that he had no prejudice against Beckham because of the Real Madrid incident. However, despite the call-up, Capello did not invite Beckham to the national team for training, let alone let him play for the national team.
In the past few months, even though Beckham has been constantly making his presence felt, participating in training at Arsenal to maintain his form, and constantly expressing in front of the media that he wants to contribute to the country,... Capello has simply ignored him.
If there is no player in the national team who is more famous than him, Beckham believes that Capello will let him play in the end. But now with Endrit here, Beckham is not so confident at all. Whenever the media mentioned him in front of Capello, Capello would change the subject to talk about the new captain of their national team - and then the media completely forgot about him and only wanted to know something about Endrit from Capello.
"I see." Endrit blinked and took out his phone from his pocket. "Then the coach may have forgotten. Leave me your number. The next time we come for training, I will call you a day in advance."
Beckham looked down at his phone, "You called me over directly?"
"Yes," Endrite nodded, "I'm in charge of this right now."
"Why do you care?" Beckham blinked, a little bit unable to believe what he just heard. He has been the captain of the England national team. How come he doesn't know that the captain can also be in charge of this?
"Yes," Endrit gave an affirmative answer again, "If someone doesn't perform well in training, I won't let him play in the European Cup. Believe me, as long as you train hard, you will definitely be able to play."
Beckham was really stunned this time, he stood there unable to say a word.
Endrit lowered his head, turned on his phone, switched to the saved number interface, and handed it to Beckham. "If you want to train next week, I will call you a day in advance."
"Okay, thank you." Beckham took the phone and saved his number in it. "Thank you for your help."
"It's no trouble." Endrit smiled and shook his head, his eyes falling on the car behind Beckham, "Are you going to eat now?"
"No," Beckham shook his head, "I'm going home, Victoria is waiting for me."
"Oh," Endritt said, a little disappointed, "Well, you go home first, and we'll see you next week."
"Yeah, bye."
Beckham smiled and waved to Endritt, watching him leave before turning around and getting into the car. He thought there would be some trouble, but he didn't expect that the problem would be solved without him having time to say anything.
Endrit found his car three minutes later. After sitting in the driver's seat and fastening his seat belt, Endrit took out his mobile phone, stared at Beckham's phone for a few seconds, then pulled his finger down and called Ronaldinho.
"Have you eaten? I'll treat you to dinner."
"Not yet," Xiao Luo paused the treadmill with his hand, "What are you going to treat me to?"
"I haven't thought about it yet," Endrit put his hands on the steering wheel and sighed softly, "mainly because I just wanted to invite Beckham to dinner, but he had to go home to have dinner with his wife, so I had to call you."
Little Luo, who was halfway through wiping his face with a towel, took up the phone and said, "What did you say? Beckham?"
"Yeah, I ran into him today," Endrit chuckled, "He insisted on leaving me his phone number. I didn't want it, but he still gave it to me."
"Bah!" Xiao Xiao Luo said unceremoniously, "You are lying to a kid! I don't believe you."
"Which part do you not believe?" Endrit's eyebrows fluttered. "I'll tell you in detail."
Xiao Xiao Luo snorted, "I don't want to hear it, let's have boiled chicken breast tonight."
"What?! No way. We finally got together for a meal, but we ended up eating boiled chicken breast. Is that appropriate?"
"It's perfect!" Xiao Xiao Luo said firmly, "Now! Hurry up! Drive to the gym to pick me up!"
"I……"
"Ten minutes!"
"At least an hour!" Endritt sighed. "You want me to fly over in ten minutes?"
"You can't fly? Ritter, I remember you're not the Child of Light?"
Endrit's breathing hitched, "No, I'm talking to you about something serious. Why are you talking to me about this?"
"Serious things? Was there anything serious in what you just said to me?"
"Okay, okay," Endrit snorted, "Wash your neck and wait. Ultraman is about to fly over to pick you up."
After that, Endrit hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator and prepared to set off.
On the other end of the phone, Xiao Xiao Luo put the towel around his neck, lowered his head and started searching on his phone what the phrase "wash your neck and wait" means in Chinese.
"I knew it wasn't a good thing!"
Ronaldinho threw his phone aside angrily, planning to wait for Endrit to come and then scold him in Portuguese with a smile!
Are you kidding? Who doesn’t speak a foreign language?
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