Chapter 47
Mourinho did what he said and in the post-match press conference after the game, he strongly criticized the referee for blowing the whistle blindly.
"There is absolutely no fair sportsmanship!"
Reporters took to their cameras and took lots of photos of Mourinho, but only a handful of media outlets mentioned the incident after the game. The media's focus was completely on something else: You criticized the coach for whistling unfairly, but how come your Chelsea won again and again?
It stands to reason that Chelsea, which has won two consecutive league titles, has already become a strong team, and it would not be surprising at all to win a game, but the problem is that before the start of this game, the media and some football experts had already concluded that Chelsea would lose based on Chelsea's tactical formation, field performance, and the current state of the players in recent times, but - Chelsea won this game? !
Even though the referee clearly blew the home whistle, and Chelsea's offense was as shit as anyone in the eyes of football experts - they actually won again!
This really made these people angry: If Chelsea lost, everyone would be happy, but they would definitely pretend that you didn't listen to the old people and you are suffering the consequences: Look, look, I told you not to play like this!
We lost because we had foresight. If you win, it means you are ignorant.
[Bad tactics, bad game. If it weren’t for goalkeeper Endrit, Chelsea fans would have been facing the nightmare of the century! 】
[Mourinho, a top tactical master? A top tactician plays like this? 】
The media and newspapers made such remarks, which made Endrit, who had been indifferent recently, a little unable to hold back, because this had a huge impact on the team's unity: It's not that he likes being scolded by others, it's just that everyone is in the same team, and others are being criticized in various ways, but he is the only one being praised to the sky, how can this be good?
So after returning to the team the next day after vacation, Endrit went to Mourinho's office for a walk, and then went to find Cech, who was 1.96 meters tall.
Cech is not very tall, just barely half a head taller than Endrit. Endrit is not jealous at all, and when he tilts his head back, his jawline looks better. Oh, of course, that's not the point. The point is what Endritt is going to say, "Are you going to play in the next game?"
Cech looked down expertly, and when he saw Endrit speaking, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are you afraid of playing against Blackburn?"
Chelsea's opponent in the sixth round of the game is Blackburn Rovers. The team had a good record in the first few seasons after being promoted to the Premier League in 2001, but in recent years it has slipped to 14th, 15th and 16th place, and is a team hovering on the edge of the relegation zone.
Endrit shook his head and stuffed the newspaper in his hand into Cech's hand, "Didn't you read today's newspaper?"
Cech silently reached out to take today's newspaper, quickly flipped through it, and then read out the headline he thought was correct, "Chinese consortium competes with Dubai rivals to acquire Manchester United for 1.5 billion pounds?"
Endrit almost thought he had heard it wrongly. "Is there any news about this?"
"Yes, look, right here..."
Cech pointed, and Endrit glanced at the news section that Cech could completely cover with one finger, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"You have good eyesight."
"Of course," Cech said complacently, "My static and dynamic vision are both very good. I have done a test before... Oh, by the way, what did you want to talk to me about just now?"
Endrit deadpanned, "Are you going to play in the next game?"
Cech shook his head. "What's the point of playing against Blackburn? They don't have many shots on goal in a game. I remember the seventh round was against Manchester United. If I was asked to play, I would play in the next game."
"No," Endrit hastily refused, "I have an agreement with Ronaldinho, I want to shut him out."
The conversation came to an abrupt end, and the two decided to leave it to the coach to decide.
Mourinho looked at the two people in front of him, was silent for a while, let Cech go first, then took the training plan and patted Endrit's head a few times, "Why do you like to worry so much, kid? Why think so much? Can you believe what the media says? Just treat it as a joke. If you really believe it, then don't read the newspaper starting tomorrow."
Endrit nodded silently, and after listening to Mourinho's lecture, he realized the problem: it seemed that he was the only one in the entire team who cared about this matter, and the other players didn't take it seriously at all. After reading the newspaper, he cursed the media and then moved on. He was the only one who was worried about affecting unity or something.
"Then I will not read the newspaper starting tomorrow."
Endrit did what he said, but there were so many gossips in September. Even without reading them, he knew that at this time, another British celebrity criticized Victoria Beckham for being a bad influence on Beckham. Endrit took a quick glance and found that he didn't know the British celebrity, nor did he know what he did. He knew that it rained a lot in England, so could he be an expert in rainfall research?
It has been many years since this happened, and it was brought up again. That unscrupulous reporter wanted to go to Sir Alex Ferguson's house with a microphone to interview him, but he didn't get to interview him. Ronaldinho called and cried, saying that the person was gone.
"Don't cry, don't cry, calm down, listen to me, Coach Ferguson must be fine, the news might be fake, the call didn't go through probably because several people were calling at the same time, all worried that something might have happened to the coach, so don't worry, call a few more times..."
On September 11, English police confirmed that Premier League Manchester United head coach Ferguson was attacked by a man at Euston train station at around 4:30 pm on the 10th.
"We can confirm that Ferguson was one of the victims in this incident and that his leg was injured in the attack."①
When the police spokesman made a public statement, Ronaldinho was immediately panicked. After all, Coach Ferguson was like his father to him now. After seeing the news, he couldn't get through to him on the phone, so he was panicked. After hanging up the phone, I called a few more times and finally got through.
Coach Ferguson was indeed injured, but the problem was not serious. He even attended a local ceremony in London after taking a car to London yesterday. He was stunned when he woke up and saw the news reports on TV the next day.
"See, I told you it was okay. You cried so hard yesterday that I scared you."
He had memories of later life and knew that Ferguson was in good health, so he was very calm. But Ronaldinho's last cry made Endrit a little panicked: Could it be that his butterfly wings had blown him to death?
"Crying? Who cried?" Xiao Xiao Luo on the other end of the phone firmly denied, "Don't talk nonsense, okay?"
“I recorded it.”
"What! How could you be like this! I cried so hard yesterday and you were in the mood to record it!"
Endrit couldn't help laughing, "I didn't record it yesterday, but I just recorded it."
Ronaldinho fell silent for a moment while holding the phone, then decisively launched an attack, "Iron-faced Superman, wait for me in the next game!"
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