Chapter 65
After the nerve-wracking press conference, Endritt realized how wrong he was: it turned out that it was not just the British media that could blow up people, even British players could be very frustrating when it came to blowing up people.
"You are amazing! You actually knew that the orthodox sun god is Helios. I even checked it out for fear that you were wrong, but you turned out to be right!"
Endrit stared at Ashley for a few more seconds, "When did you stop studying?"
"I didn't learn this when I was in the Arsenal youth team..."
Ashley's voice gradually faded under Endrit's gaze, and the latter sighed silently, "Well, it's not your fault."
Ashley was dissatisfied, "Are you guys in the Chelsea youth team learning this?"
"No," Endrit shook his head, "Why would a team's youth team learn this kind of thing?"
"Then how did you know that?"
"Well," Endritt raised his foot and silently took a step back, "Will you beat me if I say this is common sense?"
Ashley silently raised his arm, and Endrit grabbed his wrist.
"I think, instead of telling me this, you should learn from today's back four," Endrit put his arm around Ashley's shoulders and walked towards Alex and the others. "Look at how aggressive they played in the second half. It would be great if you could play as aggressively as them in the future."
"I am injured now and can only walk slowly. If I want to play football, I have to wait until a month later..."
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to play, then don't play." Endrit waved his hand to interrupt Ashley's words, walked over to today's four-man defense and waved his hand, "Are you guys busy later? If not, I'll treat you to dinner."
"No, you only invited four of them?"
"Whose money comes from the wind?" Endrit raised his voice. "Of course I only invite teammates who help defend seriously on the court. How can I treat you to a meal when you only run to the midfield when you return to defense?"
"Then you must have seen it wrong. I am always very active in defense."
So where are we going to eat? There's nothing good to eat around here. ”
"Why don't we just go to the pub... oops, I forgot some people can't go."
Endrit cleared his throat and said seriously, "If you don't mind me drinking milk in a pub, I'm willing to go."
The locker room was quiet for a few seconds, and then everyone unanimously decided to have dinner at the barbecue restaurant that John Terry guaranteed would be delicious.
An hour later
The teammates who had time to come out for dinner turned their heads silently and looked at John Terry with puzzlement on their faces: Is this the absolutely delicious barbecue that you just promised with all your heart? You can't even eat a few pieces yourself!
"They may have changed people," John lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, "It didn't taste like this last time I came."
What made the players uncomfortable was not only the unpalatable barbecue, but also the extremely enthusiastic boss. Not only did he ask for photos and autographs, but when they ate a little and were about to leave, the boss even came over to ask them how the food tasted and whether they were satisfied.
"The drinks here are delicious." Endrit silently took a few steps back to avoid the boss's scorching gaze, and reached out to touch John, who was shrinking back quietly.
John coughed lightly and stood out amid the crowd's jostle and expectant gazes.
"The barbecue today didn't taste as good as the last time I came here by myself," John said bluntly, "I hope it can return to its original level next time I come. Boss, we're leaving first."
After saying this, everyone slipped out of the store. After they were far away from the store, they looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"There won't be a next time! I swear I will never eat here again!"
"That's terrible, John, why are you so unreliable? Who did you come with last time?"
Everyone had just finished complaining about John's unreliability in the last second, and the next second, God started to rain unreliably.
Although everyone has been playing football in the UK for many years and has become very accustomed to the weather here, the sudden rain still made everyone sigh at the same time.
“Luckily it didn’t rain during the game.”
"We should have driven out in our own cars just now. Should we go back to the club now?"
"So let's go to the parking lot now?"
Endrit ran his hand through his hair and looked up at the sky. "This place is quite close to my home. Why don't you stay there for a while and come back after the rain stops? The rain seems to be getting heavier."
The rain in England seems to have an effect that reduces memory. When Ashley drove to the door of his house, he suddenly remembered something.
"Wait wait wait! Is your house right next to the coach's?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Then we won't run into the coach when we come back now, right?"
"That shouldn't be the case. It's so late, the coach should have gone to bed already..." Endrit stopped talking halfway through his words. He quietly opened the door, got out of the car, walked a few steps forward, and looked up at Mourinho who was standing outside with an umbrella. "Coach, you're not asleep yet, hahahaha..."
"I see you haven't come back yet so I'll wait outside for a while," Mourinho paused, his eyes fell on the players who got off the car behind him, and his brows furrowed, "Why are you here?"
Although the coach didn't say much at the end of the day, and was even considerate enough to lend umbrellas to the players present and allowed them to arrive at the club later the next day, the players who came or not finally reached a consensus: never hang around Endrit's home again!
"Well," Endrit shrugged, "I can't have you guys over to my house anymore."
"No, do you plan to live there forever?"
Endrite nodded. He could understand his teammates' feelings and their thoughts, but he would not do the same thing. "I think it's good to live close to the coach. When I train at home, I can ask for help at any time and ask the coach to work overtime for free to help me check whether my saves are standard."
Before he finished speaking, Endritt noticed that the eyes of his teammates nearby were instantly filled with question marks.
"I thought you had changed, but actually you hadn't changed at all. Oh my God, I've never heard a player ask a coach to work overtime for free in my lifetime!" Ashley looked up at the sky and patted his face. "Am I awake now? Am I dreaming?"
Endrit was silent for a moment and finally decided to ask the team doctor if they could let their teammates go to a special area during their rehabilitation, and not keep hanging around in front of players who needed serious training!
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"Have you contacted Endrit's agent? Can we really use him for publicity? Look at the news in the British media now, they don't mention Iron Man at all."
[Not only Apollo, the guardian of lions, but also Helios, the god of the sun! 】
Jamil picked up the newspaper in confusion. "Is the headline about Endrit?"
Jamil unfolded the newspaper and read it briefly, and found that the headline was really about Endrit: Endrit showed his lion tattoo to reporters at the post-match press conference. The media said that goalkeeper Endrit was favored by Apollo, who specializes in protecting lions. In addition, Endrit is the real body of the sun god Helios walking on earth.
"Am I reading some fantasy novel?" Jamil looked up at his assistant, Bauer. "What is the British media saying?"
"It's just nonsense. Anyway, before Endrit's shutout record is broken, no matter what Endrit says, the British media will continue to blow it. Endrit is not angry even though he lost face for them. Look, he is still trying to save his own face. Apollo is the guardian of Leo. What does that have to do with the lion?"
"Why does Apollo protect Leo..."
"That's not important!" Ball raised his hand to interrupt Jamil's question. "The point is, have you contacted Endrit's agent? Didn't you say that you should contact him in person to show your concern? Have you taken it seriously?"
"Football agents are always greedy," Jamil frowned. "Donny mentioned Endrit in an interview yesterday, but there was no response from the other side."
"So what are we going to do?"
"How about inviting a reporter to England tomorrow?" Ball tried to give a suggestion. "Chelsea will play Manchester City at home tomorrow. He should attend the new press conference after the game."
"good."
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Endrit didn't know that his dream had come true the day before yesterday. Two days after playing the Champions League group match with Schalke 04, he played the Premier League against Manchester City. He didn't even have time to read the English newspapers, let alone check the American news.
As for Mendes, he was even busier than Endrit. Although he always remembered Ritter's words, the other party had never contacted him actively, so Mendes naturally would not rush to call and ask.
And generally speaking, the British media has always been happy to convey this kind of magical connection between the football world and the film festival, but... now when the British media faces Endrit, the questions come one after another, and the news can't be reported completely, let alone these off-field matters.
On Saturday, October 27 at 14:00, Chelsea will play against Manchester City at home.
Endrit was a little unhappy, not only because there were still drizzles in the sky, but also because coach Mourinho used a 422 formation today. He returned to the Premier League and did not use a 451 formation anymore!
But Manchester City used a 451 formation in this game, with goalkeeper Hart and defenders Richards, Joel Luca, Garrido and Dunne. The five midfielders, from left to right, are Johnson, Petrov, Elano, Hamann and Ireland, and the forward is Samaras.
Endrit's eyes swept over their four Chelsea defenders: Carvalho, Belletti, Alex and Ferreira.
Ever since he almost assisted the opponent in the last Champions League match, allowing Endrit to achieve the achievement of "three saves" in a short period of time, Belletti was removed from the starting position after the game and did not return to the starting position until today - it should be because of his good performance in defense recently. With two generals injured and unable to play, Belletti had the opportunity to start.
Endritt had no objection to this, his only thought was that he should not be so busy in this game.
It is fun to play football on the field, but if the fun is too full, it will not be fun.
"beep……"
Referee Riley blew the whistle and the game officially began.
"This game is very special for Essien and Drogba, because if they win this game, Essien will have achieved his 50th Premier League win," the commentator said excitedly, "If they win this game, Drogba's total number of Premier League wins will reach 100!"
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