Chapter 11
Although the match against Birmingham City U18 did not make much of a splash, it was at least reported by a major media outlet.
But after the match with Watford, even though their youth team still performed very well in this match, the number of media outlets reporting on this match could only be counted on one hand.
Ultimately though, because Birmingham City is also a relatively well-known team, the match between the two teams' youth teams is obviously worthy of a small news section in the newspaper. But the newly promoted team’s youth team…
Well, how should I put it, if Chelsea U18 lost more than six goals against the youth team of the newly promoted team in this game, they would definitely deserve a big news cover.
But isn’t this a win? They won the game without any surprise, so nothing unexpected happened. They obviously prefer games or players that are explosive, hot topics and discussed rather than mediocre victories.
Zhou Liran just saw his current teammates, a group of teenagers aged sixteen or seventeen sitting in the locker room with obviously lost expressions. After a few newspapers were thrown nearby, he picked up the newspapers and read them for a few times before he vaguely realized why they all had such expressions.
"I'm not disappointed at all. Why are you guys disappointed? Isn't it usually not reported when we win the game?"
"No," Coker looked up at Zhou Liran, "We are not disappointed that we were not reported. It's just that you were so good in the game yesterday, but they didn't mention your name at all..."
"Yes, my name was mentioned, but when it comes to you, it's Chelsea's goalkeeper who played well and kept the opponent scoreless."
"I think they must have done it on purpose, just because you are Chinese, these media..."
"Ahem," Zhou Liran coughed softly to interrupt the discussion, and took out the still-warm British pounds he had just received from his pocket. "I'm talking to you, could it be that you knew I just got a 200-pound bonus for saving the ball, so you're deliberately showing me your disappointment?"
"Okay, okay, there's really nothing I can do about you," Zhou Liran shook his head lightly, and said helplessly, "After training this afternoon, I'd like to invite you to have afternoon tea? The newly opened one?"
"Wow! Really?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
"Yeah! Long live Ritter!"
After the afternoon training, Zhou Liran was surrounded by these guys and went to the newly opened store. The two hundred pounds bonus that Zhou Liran had just received was delivered to the cash register.
After eating and drinking, Coach Ben sent a message to the players of the youth team that evening asking them to take a day off, and the last bit of gloom in their hearts was completely dispelled by the wind.
The next morning, because it was a day off, Cocker heard Zhou Liran get up, then turned over and went back to sleep. Zhou Liran quickly packed up his things, went downstairs, ate, waited for a while, and then started jogging around the track.
Although he now has an indestructible body thanks to the system, he still needs to practice his physical strength and endurance. He must practice more to make progress.
After running a few laps and sweating slightly, Zhou Liran walked aside to drink some water.
"Ritter?" Head coach Ben Valen had glanced at him from a distance and thought he was a player from the substitute team, so after finishing his own work he walked over to see who this person was, but he didn't expect that when he got closer he saw it was actually Zhou Liran.
"You told me yesterday that everyone was in a bad mood and it would be best to take a rest. I thought you would sleep in today too," Ben Valen shook his head helplessly. "Why, can't you sleep?"
Zhou Liran smiled and nodded, "I really couldn't sleep, so I came down to practice."
"Then take a rest after you finish running. Don't practice anymore. Your health is the most important thing."
If it was any other player, Ben Valen would probably praise him and encourage him to keep training so that he can continue to shine for his dream, but this person is Zhou Liran. This kid is training every day, every moment, and he is shining so brightly that he is almost like the sun. Ben Valencia couldn't help but ask several more questions every day when he looked at the examination report from the team doctor: Is this really okay? Is it true that Ritter is not injured?
Of course, in the past few days, Ritter has been contacting the English Football Association, asking whether they can allow Ritter to wear a protective mask to play in the game, but they have not responded to him: Humph, the damn English Football Association, they are always picking on people, and their youth team's application is not important? Even if you are not allowed, please at least reply!
"Yeah, okay." Although he could still practice more, the coach had already said so, and the concern and worry on his face were very obvious, so Zhou Liran nodded and agreed, "Then I'll run a few more laps and then go to rest."
"Okay," Ben Valen smiled and patted Zhou Liran on the shoulder, "Always be sure to protect yourself!"
"Okay, thank you, coach."
After Ben Valen walked away, Zhou Liran turned around and continued jogging.
While he was running, he was thinking about where he would go if he didn't train? Go out for a walk? But I don’t have much money on me, so if I’m just looking around and not buying anything, I might as well not go. Going to hang out with friends? He seems to have... well, few friends outside of his Chelsea teammates...
Zhou Liran fell into deep thought. As he walked out with his lips pursed, he caught a glimpse of a staff member pushing a cart full of satisfying balls to the side. Zhou Liran had an idea that suddenly came to his mind as he blinked his eyes.
Half an hour later
Zhou Liran successfully put a rag into warm water, soaked it and then wrung it dry. Then he took the football aside and wiped off the dust and stains on the football bit by bit with the rag. If there were places that could not be wiped off, he would apply soap foam on the football, then rub it hard, rinse off the foam with clean water, and finally wipe it dry with a rag.
'System, is this considered pleasing your love interest? Will the football in my hand still act like a spoiled child to me? '
'system? Um, sorry, I forgot, you can speak now. '
[The love object that the host is currently bound to is a non-living thing, and 33 cannot detect whether it will automatically attack the host again. 】
'It's not an attack, it's a way of acting cute. Is there something wrong with your memory process? '
[Acting like a spoiled child is just a private annotation, not an official definition of the main system. 】
'Then don't say such official words in the future. '
Zhou Liran put the dried football aside, then picked up another football and continued to clean it. "If we can't test it directly, can we infer it? Will this make the football stop acting like a spoiled child?"
[Host, 33 would like to remind you that you have unlocked the achievement of "Killing 100 People". Even if it is useful, how long will you finish cleaning, host? 】
Zhou Liran took a deep breath and squeezed the rag tightly.
【Host……】
'Okay, you can be quiet again. '
Yes, that’s right, he admitted that he was just angry and embarrassed, he...ah! ! !
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