Chapter 64
"Welcome back, you are watching the second half of the third round of the 2007-08 Champions League Group B match, Chelsea vs. Schalke 04 at home in the Premier League."
"Chelsea is currently leading Schalke 04 1:0. The game is about to start. Chelsea serves."
After changing sides, Chelsea seized another chance two minutes into the game. Defender Freira made a high-speed cross from the right side, and the ball flew straight to the goal. Drogba rushed to the goal with a diving header and successfully scored.
"GOALLLL!!! The ball goes in!"
"Chelsea leads 2:0! There are still 43 minutes left in the game. Can Schalke 04 equalize the score within these 43 minutes?!"
52nd minute
Schalke 04 defender Rodriguez successfully created a penalty kick, and attacking midfielder Grossmuller served the ball straight into the penalty area.
Schalke 04 forwards Larsson and Asamo in the penalty area chased in the direction of the rolling football.
Endrit stood inside the goal with his eyes fixed on the football, hesitating for a few seconds, then looked up at Lampard's position. When he found that there were no Schalke 04 players around him, he took the initiative to run a few steps in the direction of the football, touched the ball, raised his eyes to confirm Lampard's direction again, and kicked the football hard.
The football drew an arc in the air and headed straight towards Lampard. Larsson jumped up and tried to head the ball, but the football didn't even touch his hair when it flew over his head. Larsson put his feet back on the grass and didn't even have time to look at Endrit. He turned around and ran quickly towards his own half. After Lampard received the ball, he took it directly into the penalty area and launched another attack.
Alex was stunned for a moment. He had just run over from the side to grab the ball. When he was about to reach the football, Endrit suddenly appeared in his sight and kicked the football away.
This is very reasonable. If he doesn't have time to grab the ball, the two forwards on the opposite side will rush to the goal, and after one of them shoots, the other will definitely make a follow-up shot, and the difficulty of making a successful save will definitely increase. Now Endrit kicked the ball away before the opponent even had time to shoot, thus killing the opponent's shot in the cradle - absolutely nothing wrong with that.
It’s just... I always feel like something is weird.
Alex turned and ran to keep up with his teammates, and a thought suddenly crossed his mind: Was Ritter directly involved in the attack just now? Could it be that what Ritter said before was true?
After weighing the pros and cons, Endrit realized that it would save energy if he took the initiative to kick the ball out, and suddenly he found that his four defenders played more actively than in the first half.
In the 57th minute, the opposing forward Larsson scored with a low shot, and Alex cleared the ball away with a flying tackle.
Endrit, who had half-squatted to pick up the ball, stood up and watched the football fly to the front court again.
65th minute
Lovenkranz made a lob shot from the left side of the penalty area. The ball drew a parabola in the air and went straight towards the goal. Endrit moved to the left side of the goal, hesitating between stretching his legs to block the ball and catching the ball under his body. But before he made the final choice, defender Ferreira in front of the left penalty area turned around and ran several steps before stretching his legs in front of Endrit to block the ball.
The football hit Ferreira's right leg and bounced out. Carvalho, who had just rushed towards the football but arrived late, received the ball and rushed forward.
Endrit stopped and walked back silently, the question mark in his mind could no longer be hidden: What's going on? Why did his defender teammate, who usually only did so much effort, suddenly become so aggressive?
And he didn't yell much in this game. Could it be that his outfit in this game shocked his teammates?
As Endrit walked, he gently shook his head, his golden hair swaying in the wind. Endrit raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of golden eyes.
The camera that was hastily cut over stopped, and the commentator was talking with regret about the long shot that Chelsea midfielder Essien had just made.
"The angle of this long shot was a little straight, and the power was not enough. When Essien shot... Oh my God! God, am I seeing things? Not only did Ritter dye his hair blonde, he also wore blonde contact lenses?"
"All he needs now is a gold jersey," his partner said, "The FA should allow goalkeepers to wear gold jerseys!"
76th minute
Schalke 04 created a great chance to score. Defender Rafinha made a cross from the bottom of the right, and Larsson headed the ball in the penalty area over Carvalho.
In the stands, fans clenched their fists at the same time. One side was anxiously waiting for the ball to go in, while the other side was nervously looking forward to a great save.
"Larson presses Carvalho and heads the ball!"
"The football hit the left post!"
"This ball can still go in! The football bounces towards the goal!"
Carvalho closed his eyes, feeling annoyed that they had been so active in saving the ball just now. What if Endrit thought that he could also successfully clear the ball like Alex and Ferreira before, and did not make a save in advance?
But that shouldn't be the case, Endrit is not that kind of person - Carvalho opened his eyes and looked at Endrit, but found that the latter was leaning sideways towards the football, and other than that, he didn't make any movement.
"Ritter!"
Before he finished speaking, Endrit stretched out his left arm and took the football into his arms. When he heard someone calling his name, his ears moved. He turned around with the football in one hand and looked at Carvalho. He raised his eyebrows slightly and threw the football to Carvalho.
Oh my god, his defender teammate really stood up in the second half of the game and was so active in asking for the ball.
When the football was thrown to Carvalho's feet, the commentators were screaming at the director to replay the save.
"Turn around, look at the football, reach out, and grab the football into your arms with one hand!"
"Can you believe this was a save in a Champions League match?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the director replayed the 17th minute of the first half. Endrit put one hand on his waist and tilted his head to watch the football fly out from the top of the goal frame.
"Such a light save, as if it were just eating or drinking water, was performed again on the court!"
"Oh my God! He's just like Apollo!"
80th minute
Schalke 04 head coach Slomka replaced Grossmuller with Azaoga, and the commentators began to discuss whether Schalke 04 was going to make one last effort?
82nd minute
Slomka replaced Rodriguez with Bajramovic.
83rd minute
Slomka replaced Asamo with Raktic.
85th minute
Mourinho replaced Malouda with Kalou.
88th minute
Schalke 04 tried a final attack. Rakitic, who had just come on, took a free kick from the left, but Endrit easily caught the ball.
At the end of the game, Chelsea easily defeated Schalke 04 2:0 at home.
As the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Carvalho could not help but rush to Endrit and give him a hug. He patted Endrit on the back several times and said, "You really scared me just now! I thought you didn't react, but it turns out you were just showing off!"
Endrit uttered, "I didn't."
Several teammates who had gathered around couldn't help but reveal a stomachache when they heard this. "How come it's gone? In the first half, you just stood there and watched the ball fly over the goal frame. Just now, when the ball bounced off the goal post and flew towards you, you didn't move at all, right? Aren't you just pretending?"
Endrit was stunned for a few seconds before he recalled it and found that he was indeed a bit pretentious before, but...
"I just knew that the ball couldn't go in, so I saved my energy and didn't move." Endrit was a little angry when he talked about this. "Have you forgotten that as a goalkeeper, I ran more distance in the previous game than you defenders? Now I see that the ball can't go in, so I just didn't move... Hey?! Don't run! What are you running for!"
He had been running all the time on the court and couldn't stop at all. That was an outward manifestation of his inner anxiety and he didn't dare to relax for a moment. But now it’s different, he will play more easily and comfortably on the court, and even the game will be a more enjoyable playing experience for him.
But it felt a bit pretentious... Endrit let out a light click of his tongue and began to take off his gloves as he walked. When he was almost in front of Coach Mourinho, he used his bare right hand to spread his fingers apart, then brushed his hair up to reveal his smooth forehead.
Mourinho was stunned, then turned his head away, unable to bear to look: If this child is no longer autistic, will he become a peacock spreading its tail everywhere?
"Coach, I'm telling you, they just said I was pretending, but I was obviously too tired from running before, and now that I see the ball can't go in, I'm saving my energy and not moving..."
Mourinho turned around and exclaimed, and just as he was about to say something, he caught Endrit's eye and asked, "You, when did you start wearing colored contact lenses?"
"I wore it this morning. Coach, you didn't even look at me today, did you?" Endrit sighed softly and reached out to play with his hair. "But the hair in front is a little long. Although it doesn't block my vision, it's a little prickly on my eyelids. I'll go get it cut later. It's not convenient to comb my hair while wearing gloves on the court..."
Mourinho was silent for a few seconds, then reached out and patted Endrit on the shoulder. "Are you going to attend the post-match press conference today?"
"Of course!" Endrit chuckled, "I want to formally introduce my new identity to everyone."
Since his opponents couldn't tell from his appearance that he was a ferocious lion, he let the British media hype him up as a very ferocious lion. Because of the brainwashing power of the British media, he believed that the opponents in the first game against him would be weaker than him in momentum. By the time they realized that he was not that ferocious, it was too late because he had already saved all the balls scored by his opponents.
As the camera shutters clicked, Endrit picked up the microphone and began to think about how to connect the reporter's questions to the lions.
"Ritter, your current outfit represents Apollo, right?"
Endrit was stunned, "Apollo?"
"Golden hair and golden eyes, isn't this Apollo, the sun god?"
Looking at the reporter's expectant eyes, Endrit slowly exhaled, "First of all, the orthodox sun god is Helios, and secondly, I am now dressed as the Lion King. Lion..."
Endrit stood up and lifted the hem of his jersey to reveal the lion attached to his waist, "Here, it's a lion!"
Endrit bought a lot of tattoos and thought it would be a waste if he didn't get them. But it was useless to put them on his collarbone and his teammates would always stare at him, so Endrit just put them on his waist.
"It's the lion, not the sun god."
Damn it, can he really trust the British media? They are really good at bragging!
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