Chapter 58
Endrit hesitated for a second, but still didn't say anything like, "It's okay, I won't change. Chairman, let's talk first."
He is a young boy now, and saying such things is totally inappropriate for his age.
"Then please wait for me, Chairman!"
Endrit said this quickly, then turned and ran. After exchanging jerseys with Fulham striker Sydney in the visiting team's locker room, he ran back.
"Great, Chairman, you haven't left yet!"
Abu smiled and waved his hand, "Didn't I say I would wait for you?"
"Because it's so difficult to meet you, Chairman. I don't usually get to see you." Endrit said as he walked a few steps towards the locker room. "Chairman, please wait for me. I have something to give you."
Abu opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Endrit turned around and rushed into the locker room. Abu stretched out his hand, smiled helplessly, and was in a surprisingly good mood: although he looked a little cold on the outside, he surprisingly did not have the rebellious character that gave him a headache.
To be honest, Abramovich doesn't like dealing with players who are too young. At his age, considering the strength he represents, most people are very polite when speaking to him. It's not that he can't accept being criticized. When it comes to football, his patience is a little better than usual, but only a little.
He is reluctant to take on issues that can be solved directly with money. He has always been very accurate in his attitude towards players. Apart from giving money, he doesn't talk about feelings at all. I had a good chat with Sheva these days, but that was only because he still missed his hometown.
In another period of history, Mourinho had been suppressing Sheva and not letting him play. Abramovich always felt that it was not that Sheva was not good enough, but that Mourinho did not understand Sheva. But after Mourinho left, Abramovich suddenly realized that Sheva was not suitable for the current Chelsea, so he directly loaned him to AC Milan in the next transfer period.
Can a good relationship be like this? After Mourinho left, the coach who took over was not very strong. Why didn't Abramovich force Sheva to play as he did before? This can only mean that compared to any other emotions, the only word that Abu cared about from the beginning was "victory".
"President," Endrit ran out with a bag on his back, took out a small gift box and handed it to Abramovich, "My father is a Chelsea fan. This is the gift he gave me right after I became Chelsea's starting goalkeeper. He and some old Chelsea fans prepared this as a thank-you gift for you. Thank you for coming to Chelsea and becoming the chairman of Chelsea."
"You are the best Chelsea chairman." This sentence is said in Russian. Endrit learned it from his grandfather when he was a child, but he didn't learn much. In recent months, he picked it up again, reviewed some common sentences, and learned some specific vocabulary.
Endrit is serious about flattery. In his previous life, when he was still Zhou Liran and was young, in order to get promoted and get closer to his leader, he deliberately learned his leader’s native dialect.
"You speak Russian?"
This Russian sentence caught Abu's ear immediately, and the latter looked up at Endrit in surprise, "Why do you say that..."
"I am a mixed-race of Chinese and English. I learned it from my grandfather when I was a child." Endrit blinked and lowered his voice. "It was during that special period that my grandfather learned it, and then um..."
Endrit didn't continue talking, but Abu fully understood the unfinished meaning of his words, "I see, it seems that you have a good memory. You still remember it after such a long time."
Endrit shook his head with a bitter face. "How is that possible? I just reviewed it recently. I almost forgot it because I haven't spoken it for so long. A few months ago, when I thought of Russian, only one word came to my mind."
"What?"
"You can't say that," Endrit covered his mouth and shook his head, "It's a dirty word... It's not what my grandfather taught me!"
"Hahahaha," Abu laughed and patted Endrit on the shoulder. "I know he wouldn't teach you to swear. Did you hear it yourself?"
"When I was a kid, my grandfather scolded me in a low voice because I didn't listen carefully. I heard it with sharp ears, so I repeated it and asked him what he meant, and then I got beaten..."
The two didn't talk for long because Abu was busy with his career and left after receiving a phone call.
The next day, Abramovich was interviewed by the British media in London and answered questions from the media such as "Do you think Endrit will be the goalkeeper of the future?" and "Will you allow Endrit to start all the time?"
"Why wouldn't I allow it? Ritter is the best goalkeeper I have ever seen. He is the goalkeeper in my heart."
"No, I wouldn't say he's not for sale. I would just say that as long as I'm Chelsea chairman, Nate will always be our starting goalkeeper at Chelsea."
After the news was published, English fans gave thumbs up and thought that Abramovich had finally found a talent. However, Endrit found it hard to laugh after reading the newspaper.
It’s okay to be a future goalkeeper, but to be a goalkeeper directly, are you really not afraid of putting pressure on yourself? In other words, are you really not afraid of becoming arrogant?
"Why do you always worry about these things?" Mourinho stretched out his hand to Endrit's forehead and slapped him on the head. "Didn't I tell the reporters before? You are the future goalkeeper. If you don't perform well on the field, it's because the media reporters put too much pressure on you. You are still young and need time to grow. The media should be more patient with you, encourage you and take care of you until you become a real goalkeeper."
Endrit exclaimed, "But now they just call me the door god..."
"Are they your coaches or my coaches? What do they know about football?" Mourinho grabbed Endrit's hair fiercely. "You are really too pessimistic. No matter what happens, you always think about the bad side first."
"Have I?"
Mourinho sighed softly, "I just talked about this with Mendes before. You are still so young, there is nothing wrong with living a little more recklessly. Didn't I say it? I will take care of everything."
Endrit lowered his head and said nothing. He tossed and turned in bed at night, unable to sleep. pessimistic? Pessimist? Is he like that?
If you think about it carefully, there seems to be a tendency towards this. He was born with a transmigration, which was equivalent to having a second life and a new life, but he was immersed in the memories of his previous life for a long time. I have always maintained a distant but not close relationship with my family members in this life, for fear that they would be abandoned if I got too close.
The title of Iron-faced Superman is very funny. The media and fans call him that very easily. He doesn't like it, but he never says that he doesn't like it when he is interviewed because he is worried that the haters will call him that even more.
Obviously, Ronaldo could have just made a joke and asked him to change his nationality, but he began to worry that Ronaldo would be scolded after accidentally letting the media know the news - he actually thought the worst about other people's affairs!
Watching the interview with Chairman Abramovich, his focus should have been on his expectation of "being Chelsea's starting goalkeeper in the future", but his mind was full of the word "goalkeeper" and he began to worry about being scolded if he failed to meet expectations.
He always seemed to be worrying about things that hadn't happened yet, and subconsciously thought that things were going to develop in that direction.
"I think there's something wrong with me. Am I a pessimist? I want to change. I seem to be always awkward. I always want to do better, but I don't know how to do better."
The psychiatrist took a deep breath and asked, "Did you come here on your own initiative or was it suggested by someone else?"
"I realized my problem, so I wanted to come and take a look."
"That's great, great!" The psychiatrist clapped his hands vigorously. "Many people don't have the courage to take this step of change, but you did it. Believe me, Ritter, you've done very well, and you don't need to do better."
Endrit hummed softly, "Thank you."
"No, you don't need to say thank you, Ritter, you need to say, yes, I know I have done enough."
Endrit blinked, "Have I done enough?"
"Yes, you have done well enough. You don't need to reflect on yourself. Just like you said, you think you should look forward. Then just keep looking forward. Don't look back. Don't think whether what you did before was wrong. You don't need to say sorry to anyone. Before you become a good friend to others or a good player for the team, you must be yourself first."
"If you can't make yourself happy, then don't try to make others happy. It's not your responsibility."
Perhaps it was because people in white coats always had a special charm when they spoke. In any case, his persuasiveness when he said this was much better than the System 33 that was telling him in his mind what he should do to become an optimist.
[Host, I always felt that there was a reason why I could bind to you! Now I know, I am here to save you! 】
Endritt pulled the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, 'Ha. '
【Host! I will definitely help you become the happiest person in the world! 】
'oh. '
[By the way, host, what do you like? 】
'I like...' Endrit paused, 'I... I don't know. '
How could you not know? Host, don’t you like football? 】
'Yeah? 'Endritt doesn't think so,' I played football just because I was familiar with it and wanted to make money from it. '
[But host, don’t you have memories of your previous life? If you want to make money, it's easy if you have capital, and you have me now, I can help you analyze the stock market! You can never go wrong! Let’s make money together and find more love partners, become a great lover and reach the pinnacle of life...】
Endrit's brain went blank for a moment, and the system failed to read any information.
[You are really the most special host I have ever seen. Systems like mine are very popular in all planes. No host has ever bound a football as a love object. Moreover, after binding the system, you train every day, and even use points to exchange for "sensory stimulation" so luxuriously to train football in the imaginary space! God of the system! I upload your information to the main system, but the main system won’t believe it! 】
If you don't like football and you only play it to make money, why are you still here? Still playing for Chelsea? 】
【Host? Host? Why aren't you talking? 】
Endrit closed his eyes and made no more sound.
Nothing seemed to have changed, and Endrit got up early the next day to go to team training. During the afternoon training match, several defenders rushed forward with the ball and tried to break through and shoot as before, but were dragged in front of the goal by Endritt by their collars.
"Ritter?" Ashley looked up at Endrit in shock, "What's wrong? What are you doing?"
"Defend first, then think about scoring."
"but……"
"You don't want me to feel that it makes no difference whether it's you or any other substitute defender standing in the defender position, right?" After saying this, Endrit turned his head and glanced at John Terry, who immediately smiled.
"Oh, of course. We are defenders, so we must be thinking about defense." John Terry nodded, "No one loves defense more than us."
Ashley wanted to say something, but John grabbed him. After the training match, John pulled Ashley aside and said, "No matter which goalkeeper it is, they don't like to defend alone."
"Weren't you like this before?" Ashley pouted. "Are we going too far? Ritter is such a good-tempered person."
"I thought he didn't mind." John shook his head and looked up at Endritt who was still on the court. "Does he want to continue practicing? Isn't he tired?"
[Host, aren’t you tired? The other players are resting. 】
'Have you noticed that you talk more? '
[I talk a lot, but you, the host, didn’t want me to talk before. 】
'I don't want to now. '
[Ding~The system has failed and is under maintenance]
'I'm not tired. Actually, I wasn't tired before. Every time I stand on the court, I feel very happy. Can I have a romantic relationship with the court? '
【What? ! A romantic relationship with the stadium? This won't work! How is this possible? 】
'Aren't you repairing a problem? '
'I remember you told me before you tied me up that I could tie up any love interest I wanted? '
[But other hosts wouldn’t tie these weird things! 】
'You're not going to inspect it again? 'Endrit snorted, squatted down with the football in his arms and touched the grass, 'Such a lovely stadium? What's strange? '
[It really isn't possible. Last time you bound the football as a love object, restrictions were added. 】
'All right. '
Endrit stood up with regret, left the field with the football in his arms, and prepared to go home for dinner.
He met fans again on the road, but this time he didn't sign autographs, only accepted photos.
"After a day of training," Endritt shook his wrist, "If I sign again, I think my hand will be broken."
After returning home, Endritt called Ronaldo and asked, "Can you give me a few more autographs? I want you to write your full name, okay?"
"What do you want this for? For whom? Your friend?"
"No," Endritt shook his head into the phone, as if the person on the other end could see, "I want it myself, and I want to keep it for my collection."
Xiao Xiao Luo almost choked on his own saliva, "You, you! What do you mean?"
“You are my idol.”
In his previous life, when Ronaldo visited China, Endrit also went to the scene, but there were really too many people that day. When he came back, the photos he took were not even as clear as the ones circulated on the Internet. He did not hear Ronaldo speaking because he was surrounded by the screams of fans.
After hanging up the phone, Endrit took out a notebook from his desk pocket and wrote a line on the first page with a pen.
Be brave to express your own ideas√
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