Chapter 50
After the game, Mourinho announced to Endrit that from today on, Endrit would officially transform into a ball-holding goalkeeper.
This transformation process is undoubtedly painful and eye-catching. The pain is that at his age, with an old man's mentality, it is very uncomfortable for him to re-learn more footwork techniques, ball control, and passing.
Now, two voices pop up in his mind every day.
"You are so lucky to have the system. The coach has stayed up late for several nights to develop a training plan for you to help you become the greatest goalkeeper in history. How can you give up so easily just because you are too tired? A goalkeeper's career peak period is only a few years. Wouldn't it be better to persist for a few more years to reach the top, become the greatest goalkeeper, and finally retire gloriously and lie down comfortably?"
"You already have the system, why are you still training so hard? Even if you don't learn anything, you can still defend the goal with the help of the system, so what else do you need to learn? Aren't you a goalkeeper just because you want to lie flat better? How can you still lie flat like this?"
These two voices fought in Endritt's mind every day. When he was too tired to lie down on the lawn to rest, the first voice would appear, and then he could not lie down anymore, so he got up and continued practicing.
But when he practiced for a long time, the second voice would appear in his mind, and Endrit would be unable to resist the urge to fall directly to the ground on the grass.
These two voices sounded alternately, and after a few days, Endrit felt a little schizophrenic. The most terrifying thing is that because just one day is not enough for him to fully digest what Coach Mourinho taught today, Endrit will spend points to practice in the imaginary space after returning home, and then see teammates wearing pink skirts and pink braids in the imaginary space.
Endrit felt that he could remain calm no matter what he saw now. After all, he didn't think there was anything more eye-catching than these.
System 33 was also in pain, because in less than three days, all the points that the host had accumulated were wiped out, and the host didn't want to do the task now!
"I'm so tired," Endrit pulled the blanket up to cover his face, "Can we talk about it tomorrow?"
【not good! Host! Tomorrow is the day you play against Manchester United. Every time you play on a match day you don't want to talk to me. 】
"I know, it's my fault. But I'm really tired. I won't do it again next time. Can we talk about it after the game tomorrow?"
[But, the mission...]
"I need mission points, why wouldn't I do the mission?"
[Oh, okay then.] Then we'll talk after the game tomorrow. 】
Endrit did not answer because he had fallen into a deep sleep a long time ago. When he woke up the next morning, he washed his face with cold water and ran dozens of laps in the yard before he heard the sound of a car honking outside.
Endrit opened the door and walked out. After getting in the car, he reached out to take the breakfast handed to him by Coach Mourinho.
"Eat slowly, don't rush." Mourinho looked at Endrit with a smile on his face, with unstoppable pride, "I should have visited the youth team earlier, so that I could have brought you to my side earlier. Endrit, you learn things really fast. Do you know? The plan I prepared for you is to be completed within a month, but you learned it in less than seven days. It's incredible!"
Endrit was stunned for a moment, and the sandwich in his hand suddenly lost its flavor. He ground his back teeth hard and took a big bite of the sandwich.
These days, every time he trained, his coach stood beside him with his arms folded and a stern face, watching him, frowning from time to time, and then turning his head to whisper something to the assistant coach next to him. At first, Endrit did suspect that the coach was deliberately provoking him, but in the past few days, the coach just had a cold face and didn't say anything when facing him, but when facing other players, he turned into a Tyrannosaurus Rex and roared directly.
Because of this, Endrit never had any doubts and has been very tense these past two days because he didn't want to disappoint coach Mourinho.
"I noticed that you've been talking less these days, and you haven't been communicating with your teammates much. You've been training all the time..."
Endrit bit his sandwich and turned to look at Mourinho who was driving. He couldn't help but complain: "Don't you know why I coach like this? How can I have time to communicate with them?"
"It's fine if there's no communication," Mourinho said quickly, "Anyway, a lot of people will be replaced in the next transfer window."
Endrit paused and swallowed the sandwich in his mouth. "Is it appropriate to tell me this?"
"After the winter transfer window next year, which is four months later, Cech will transfer, and then you will officially become the starting goalkeeper."
Endrit blinked, feeling that he understood something. "After the game against Manchester United today, you want me to rotate Cech? He needs results for his transfer, right?"
"Um……"
Endrit looked at Mourinho's expression and hummed, "Rotation in this game as well?"
Mourinho's voice was a little muffled, "Yes."
"Okay, so am I in the first half or the second half?"
"It's not decided yet," Mourinho said with difficulty. "Sorry, this is Chairman Abramovich's decision. Cech can leave, but he can't just leave like that. He needs better results to increase his value. If he transfers without playing in the past few months, his market value will not be very good. But Ritter, I promised before..."
"Coach," Endrit interrupted Mourinho with a smile, "I know. Cech is a very good goalkeeper and we can't delay his career. I'm still young and need time to improve myself, and I'm happy to do so."
Mourinho turned his head and glanced at Endrit during the traffic light, feeling a little uncomfortable. He had been wondering how to bring this up with Endrit, but after thinking it over again and again, he decided to give it a roundabout way: transition training takes time, so let Endrit practice first, and it won't be a delay if he plays after he's done training.
But he didn't expect Endrit to be so hardworking and talented that he completed almost a month's training in less than a week, which made him even more speechless. But he couldn't help but say it, after all, Abramovich will come to watch the game today. He said he has prepared a surprise and said he wants to see Cech play in today's game.
Mourinho insisted on using Endrit, and the two men were in a stalemate for a long time before each taking a step back.
After Endrit finished his breakfast, Mourinho finally drove into the parking lot. Endrit went off the field and prepared to go directly to the locker room as usual, but he was stopped by the coach this time.
"Coach?" Endrit looked at Mourinho who was approaching him hesitantly, "Anything else?"
Mourinho took two steps forward, put his arms around Endrit, patted him on the back and let him go. "Don't worry, if he really doesn't want you to start, I'll take you away next year."
Endrit laughed, then stuffed the bag of sandwiches into Mourinho's hands, "Then coach, can you help me take away the garbage first, hehe~"
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