Chapter 38
You say you want to do something, but obviously you don't want to do it immediately after waking up the next day, because this kind of thing cannot be rushed at all, and you have to be subtle about it, and you must not let others discover your thoughts from the beginning.
Look, he wanted to see if Sheva was willing to change the status quo, and Endrit didn't just ask directly: Do you want to change the way you play football? Do you want to have a good relationship with coach Mourinho? Do you want to be a starter?
Endrit didn't ask. He just turned his head and looked at Sheva when he got changed in the locker room and prepared to go out for training the next day: "Want to train together?"
When asked for the first time, Sheva refused out loud. Endrit didn't try to persuade him anymore and turned around to go out for training. He knew that this was because of what happened to Abu the day before, and the latter was unilaterally making a fuss.
He was in the same state as now after he found out that his father had abandoned him and left him to his grandparents when he was in high school. However, his discomfort was short-lived, because the two elderly people were hospitalized not long afterward.
Oh, why do I think of the past again?
But... Endrit put his hand on his heart and found that when he thought about the past, he didn't seem to feel sad at all. He just saw Sheva like this, and then simply remembered his former self.
When asked a second time, Sheva shook his head and refused again. Endrit hummed softly, then turned around and went out to train. But halfway through this training session, he saw Sheva out of the corner of his eye.
After rejecting myself, I struggled for a long time, and then came out to train again.
Of course, the training here refers to extra training. Endritt does extra training every day. Chelsea's players have become completely accustomed to it. And because of the game with Manchester United on the 5th and the dinner at the pizza restaurant that day, they will now take the initiative to say hello when they see Endritt.
At first, it was just a polite greeting out of recognition of Endrit as a teammate, but after Endrit always called out their names with a smile and chatted with them for a few words, things started to develop in a somewhat unusual way.
The stereotype that Endrit had left on them was too deep. They all thought that Endrit was a little lunatic who only had football in his eyes, trained like crazy every day, and never smiled - but this guy could actually laugh! He can also call out all the Chelsea players' names accurately! He can even chat with you about the latest news with a smile, instead of just talking about the weather!
To be honest, it is not uncommon for a newcomer to the team to do the above three things. Not only will they not be surprised, they will also complain why you don’t carry my bag for me after being in the team for so long?
But the fact that the above three things were done by Endrit is particularly shocking.
"My friends in the youth team said that Ritter does have this habit. Every time he gets a bonus or the team wins a tough victory, he will pay for them to have a meal out of his own pocket. In fact, they all regard Ritter as the captain in private."
"So as long as Ritter is not training or talking to you about football, he is a very normal person."
"What do you mean by a very normal person? He is very normal! He just loves football. Look how much the coach likes Ritt. I think if we treat football in the same way as Ritt, the coach will like me as much as well."
"Stop talking nonsense. You don't have good skills. No matter how much the coach likes you, he won't let you start."
“…”
"Hey! Everyone! Wait, I have a question! Isn't it Endrit?" Sedwell interrupted the conversation, "Why did you call him Ritter so naturally?"
The locker room was silent for a moment. Sheva thought of Endrit's first friendly match after joining Chelsea. He couldn't help but complain in his barely fluent English: "I remember when you were substituted by the coach in the first friendly match, you called him Endrit, right?"
Seidwell was like a chick being strangled by the neck, and the area above his neck instantly turned red. "You, I, I didn't..."
He hesitantly refused, but this refusal just proved that it was true, and the atmosphere in the locker room instantly became cheerful.
"Well done, Sheva!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Amid the laughter, Sheva lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes: a completely strange feeling.
Just then, footsteps were heard outside the locker room and everyone's laughter stopped immediately.
"Ritt is back from training, hurry up! Get ready!"
Endrit, who was outside the door, obviously had no idea what was happening inside. He just heard laughter from afar. However, when he walked to the door of the locker room, the laughter stopped.
Endrit raised his eyebrows in surprise, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the locker room.
Two black men immediately jumped out to greet Endrite, "Hey, Ritter!"
Endrit: ?
On the left is player No. 5 Michael Essien, generally known as Michael. He is a midfielder who joined Chelsea in 2005 for £24.4 million.
On the right is player No. 4 Claude Makelele, who joined the team very early. He was a midfielder who transferred to Chelsea for 24 million euros in 2003.
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Michael, who is standing on the left, is wearing the No. 4 jersey, while Makelele, who is standing on the right, is wearing the No. 5 jersey.
Endrit guessed something and was a little speechless. He glanced at the two of them coldly and went straight to his closet to change his clothes.
"Ritter? Aren't you going to say hello to us?"
"My mother said that greeting idiots will lower your IQ."
"What? Who did you call an idiot? You..."
After Endrit changed his clothes, he turned around and folded his arms to look at the two people. "If someone who can't even wear his own jersey wrong is not a fool, then who is the fool?"
Help, why are they so childish? Look at the faces of the guys in the locker room. They are teaming up to do something childish like guessing who I am...
"Ritter, can you tell the difference between the two of us!?"
As expected, ah... idiots, but it would be wrong to just call them idiots.
Endrit walked slowly to the two of them, a smile on his face, and said in a rather ordinary but at least reproducible tone: "Oh my dear God, do you see this damn prank? It's as bad as the cabbage made by Ms. Ronald. I won't tolerate it anymore. I swear I will kiss his ass with my sneakers."
Endrit lifted his legs. "I swear to God, I will do this!"
After saying that, Endrette kicked forward. Michael and Makelele were startled and quickly jumped out, kissing the cold floor with their backs and facing Ritter with their bodies.
"Ritter! It was just a little prank, it's not worth it!"
"Yes, we just want to see if you really remember us!"
Endrit snorted softly, retracted his legs, and announced very solemnly, "I swear to Chelsea that I will not talk to you teammates who fooled me for a while."
After saying this, Endrit opened the door and ran away, giving the remaining players no time to react. He disappeared.
The Chelsea players in the locker room looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"He, just now said that he swore to Chelsea? Is he really going to ignore me?"
"It seems that we just went a little too far?"
"I think he seemed to be startled. You two jumped out too early. You should have given him some time to react."
"He said he swore to God he would kick us, but he didn't. But then he said he swore to Chelsea..."
Everyone was silent, wondering if Endrit really didn't want to talk to his teammates anymore? They are from the same team, they need to cooperate with each other, how can they not talk... Hiss, it seems that, before, they didn't talk much, and only started to say hello recently.
But, before it was because I was unfamiliar with it, now at least I am familiar with it, so, it shouldn’t be, right?
When the next day came, Chelsea players were very surprised to find that they no longer saw Endrit in the locker room!
Every day when they came to the team, Endrit had already gone to training by himself. When he left, Endrit was still training. When they were having lunch, Endrit was in the coach's office.
For the entire day, they had no chance to come into direct contact with Endrit - there was no way they could continue to greet him as before.
And in such a strange atmosphere, time came to August 12, the first round of the Premier League, Chelsea played against the Premier League team Birmingham at home.
When Endrit was still in the youth team, they played against Birmingham U18. Endrit remembered it very clearly. That game happened just after he rejected his teammates' offer to write "Dedicated to the Greatest Iron Man".
In the game that day, there was a forward who left a deep impression on Endrit - after he caught three sure-shot footballs kicked by the opponent in a row, the opponent's forward stood there looking at him with a distorted expression.
Endrit remembered that in order to prevent the opponent from having a chance to steal the ball, he moved a few steps in his direction and stared at him fiercely, and then the expression of the opposing forward became even more distorted.
In today's game, Endrit finally found out the name of the striker with a distorted expression: Pritt Hope. Like Endrit, he was promoted to the Birmingham home team this season because of his outstanding performance in the youth team.
However, compared to the media's intense coverage of Endritt becoming a member of the home team, Pritt's becoming a Birmingham home team player only caused a small splash on their official website. Endritt even realized the matter when he hit the ball out with one hand in front of the goal today and looked up and saw a familiar distorted face.
Endrit thought for a moment and smiled at the other person without moving an inch: Don't worry, I have grown up now. I won't have to keep an eye on you like before to make sure you don't steal my home.
The fact was just as Endrit thought. When he stretched out his hand to hit the ball, Ashley, who had practiced with him for a long time, stepped on the ball at the first time, and then passed the ball directly to Lampard in the midfield.
Pritt, with a distorted face, reacted quickly and turned back to rush towards his own half, but the Chelsea players in front of him were not players from the youth team, nor were they the previous substitutes, but the real Chelsea starting lineup. So when Pritt rushed to his own half, the referee blew the whistle to indicate that the goal was valid, and the Chelsea fans on the stadium cheered for Malouda who had just scored a goal.
Fifteen minutes later, Endritt saw Pritt in front of the goal again. It was a shot that went straight to the upper right corner of the goal. If it was Endritt a month ago, he would probably have to show his header skills to the Chelsea fans present.
But during this period at Chelsea, those forwards, because he really didn't talk to them, when they practiced with him, they wanted every football to kiss their cheeks, which led to his rapid progress in the past few days. Facing a football with much less power than Malouda's shot, Endrit jumped early and caught the football in his arms.
Then, he turned his head to look at Pritt on the right, and then threw the ball to Ben Haim on the far left - his ability has improved, but the advantage of caution cannot be discarded.
Ben Haim passed the ball directly to Michael in the midfield, who cut inside and passed the ball to No. 21 striker Kalu outside the penalty area. Kalu's long shot from outside the penalty area was caught by the opposing goalkeeper Colin.
Chelsea failed to score any more points, but the opposing coach replaced Pritt with striker Mikael a few minutes later.
This time, Pritt no longer had time to show a distorted expression. He knew that he should not be swayed by personal emotions on the court. If he didn't want to prove himself so much, he felt that he could kick the football into the goal guarded by Endrit!
Pritt sat on the bench, staring expressionlessly at Endrit in front of the goal as he watched the entire game, his mood constantly changing.
If I don't let my emotions get in the way, I will definitely score!
If I wasn't so swayed by my personal feelings, I could have done the same thing as Meshufil and hit him hard in the chin with a football!
If I... Damn! Why doesn't this go in! Is this reasonable?
Endrit: That makes sense!
A 3:0 victory marked the beginning of Chelsea's 07-08 Premier League season, which was very reasonable. After all, even though Chelsea was in a very bad situation last season, they were still the runner-up in the league! With the support of a full starting lineup, it's not like any team can win easily.
However, what was very reasonable in Endrit's eyes was very unreasonable in the eyes of Chelsea players: It was also a shutout?
Although it has always been ignored, the fact has always existed: even if Endritt didn't talk to them all day, as long as he could keep the opponents scoreless, he would always be the starting goalkeeper, he would be their most solid backing, he... Oh no, no, that's not the point. The point is that the reason why Endritt didn't talk to them was entirely because of the little prank before.
"Maybe he hates these pranks. I know some people just don't like others playing such jokes on them. In our opinion, this matter may be very small, even not worth mentioning, and we think he is making a big fuss, but what if he is the kind of person who really hates this kind of prank?"
"He even swore by Chelsea. We all know how much he loves Chelsea..."
"I think we should apologize. He's actually a nice person. Although he hasn't spoken to us recently, didn't he call the coach over when he was scolding us? The coach never scolded us again after that."
"Last time during training, I was so exhausted that I was about to fall on my back, and he pulled me back. If he hadn't pulled me back, I think my head would have hit the ground..."
"He didn't say anything, but he and other staff members helped me walk for a while that day. When my breathing rate returned to normal and I wanted to talk to him, he had already continued training."
“…”
The locker room fell silent again, and no one spoke for a long time.
Suddenly, Makelele stood up and said, "I, I want to contribute my ass!"
Sheva looked up in shock, and everyone else also looked horrified, except Michael, of course.
Michael understood immediately and stood up. "That's right. Didn't Ritter say before that he would kick us for this prank? Then we let him kick us back. This way he won't be angry anymore, right?"
Endritt, who was standing outside the door, twitched his lips, fearing that the two would say something vicious again. He pushed the door open with a smile on his face, "Hey, everyone, I don't mean to disturb you, but the coach asked me to call you over for a meeting."
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