Chapter 68
Endrit was unaware of what was happening in the stands. After the final whistle of yesterday's game, Endrit was entrusted with the important task by his teammates to hold Lampard back and return to the locker room later.
Why?
Because Lampard scored another goal just before the final whistle! He scored a hat trick in the cup!
"Lampard, Lampard." Endritt reached out and pulled Lampard, "I have something I want to ask you."
"Hmm?" Lampard shook his hands and looked up in confusion. "What's the matter?"
"How is the national team?" Endrit glanced at the stands. "I saw the national team coach McLaren came to watch the game today. Is he here to see us?"
"I came to see you." Lampard did not hesitate, and was even very sure, with a barely perceptible contempt in his tone, "I'm using you as a lifeline."
"ah?"
Lampard shook his head, raised his hand and put his arm around Endritt's shoulder and walked forward. "The national team, hiss...how should I put it? Anyway, the atmosphere has not been very good recently, or this year. If you want to come, you can, but don't expect to make any friends."
Endrit tilted his head in confusion, "Making friends? Aren't we going to the national team to participate in competitions and win trophies?"
Lampard was stunned for a second, raised his hand and rubbed his brow, "You mean the European Cup match against Croatia, you want to play? Can we win? Are you so confident? You..."
To be honest, Endrit’s biggest impression of the name Croatia before was Croatian Rhapsody, but now, this name seems to make Lampard a little ptsd.
On the 12th of last month, Croatia beat England 2:0. It was a game that made the English people so angry that their chests hurt when it was mentioned. It was a game that whenever fans thought of it, they would pull out Manchester United defender Neville and curse him.
It was because Neville scored an own goal in this game and successfully helped Croatia beat England 2:0.
What’s even funnier is that Neville was in poor form in the 07-08 season and almost had to spend the season in the stands. Although Neville is the captain of Manchester United, Ferguson has someone else in his hand, and the latter is not in good form and can be ignored.
But the people in McLaren's hands... well, they started anyway, and both of them were scolded badly. Of course, the one who was scolded more severely was McClaren. After all, coach Ferguson had already demonstrated the correct way to use it, but yours... it's hard to describe.
However, the English people a month ago obviously did not realize that this own goal was not just a temporary pain, but a constant pain - they never expected that on the 22nd of this month they would compete with Croatia at Wembley Stadium for the qualification for the 2008 European Cup finals.
Note that it was England that defeated Croatia, which had already qualified, and won, and is expected to enter the European Cup finals.
If you lose, you will be ridiculed for decades.
"If it's you, maybe we still have a chance." Lampard suddenly became alert. "You and I know that the opponent will definitely not be able to break the goal you defend. Even if we don't score, then... No, we must score. A draw is not okay."
"But I can't seem to play well in the national team," Lampard said in a listless tone. "Gerrard is the same. Crouch is the only one in the national team who can adapt and score goals."
"If I hadn't played well at the club, I would have doubted whether I was good enough."
Lampard scratched his hair in annoyance, and Endrit immediately regretted using the national team as an excuse when he held Lampard back just now - he was supposed to celebrate with his teammates the happy moment of Lampard's successful hat trick, so why did he make him depressed?
"It's okay, it's okay," Endritt put his arm around Lampard and led him to the locker room. "You didn't score before because no one could cooperate with you on the court. It will be different in the future. I may join the national team. Then I will pass the ball to you directly."
"You still don't believe me?" Endrit smiled and raised his eyebrows, then tilted his head to look at Lampard, "I'm so reliable!"
As they finished speaking, the two had already walked to the door of the locker room. Endrit reached out to push the door. As soon as it was pushed open, champagne spurted out from inside, pouring over the two people standing at the door from head to toe.
Endrit: ? ? ? ?
Don't you guys look at people when you spray? ah?
Lampard exclaimed, and immediately rushed to Malouda who was holding the champagne, "Where did you get this? What's going on?"
Sheva suppressed his laughter and pulled Endrit to him, leaning close to his ear and whispering, "What's wrong with you? Why are you standing with him to open the door?"
Endrit glanced at Sheva and said, "Who knows who you guys are talking about when you push the door? What if it's the coach?"
"That's impossible," Sheva waved his hands, pulled Endreto aside and handed him a towel. "The coach saw us doing this and went to the office a long time ago. By the way, hurry up and wipe yourself and change your clothes. The coach asked you to attend the post-match press conference."
Endrit sighed, took the towel, simply rubbed his hair, changed his clothes and went out.
As soon as he stepped out of the locker room, Endrit forgot about the national team.
Unexpectedly, Mendes called him that evening and asked him if he wanted to join the national team.
"It depends on your own wishes," Mendes said. "Given the current state of the England national team, they will definitely put you on a high pedestal if you go. If you feel pressured, don't agree."
Endritt turned around several times holding the phone. "I'll think about it again."
In his previous life, he was a frequent football fan. When England was eliminated from the 2008 European Cup, he followed a group of netizens in posting a message mocking the fact that the Great Ying Empire had no successors and that he might be the next Chinese national football team.
But it turned out that he was too young to make the sarcastic remarks at that time. Anyway, he later deleted all the posts he had made when he was young and frivolous.
So the question is, what is he going to do? He remembered that England scored a goal in this game, so as long as they guard the goal well, they have a chance of entering the European Cup.
"I'll think about it," Endrit hesitated for a long time but still couldn't make a choice, "I'll give you an answer tomorrow."
That night, Endrit had a rare dream in which he dreamed that he had grown up.
Because he is of mixed blood, many people in China are very eager to get him. In his dream, he joined the Chinese national football team and had to go back to China every week to participate in the Asian League, but the team still couldn't win because a draw only resulted in one point. Endrit in his dream couldn't accept this and he really wanted to win, so he began to formally try to become a "goal striker", a player who could both defend the goal and score goals. In his dream, he seemed very powerful and could fly if he was given a pair of wings...
【Host? Host? 】
【Host? ! 】
"Hoo..." Endrit woke up from his sleep with surprise. He suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for air, "Hoo...Hoo..."
【Host? Are you okay? Did you just have a nightmare? You broke out in a cold sweat. 】
Endrit shook his head, sat up from the big sofa, leaned against the back of the sofa, and covered his eyes with his hands, "I'm fine."
【Host? 】
"Can you get me a glass of water?"
【ah? 】
"Oh..." Endrit sighed, very regretful, "I forgot that you have no physical body and can't do it."
【Host……】
Endrit pressed his brow with his hand, got off the sofa, and took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator. He boiled it and let it sit until it was slightly warm before taking a sip.
Although it seemed more polite to reply to Mendes this morning, Endrit felt that if he didn't send a message to Mendes now, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
It was horrible, the future he dreamed of. After playing in all the major second-tier leagues, he still couldn't win any trophy...
"It's good to have you here," Endritt said after arriving at the team the next day, grabbing Lampard's hand. "I believe you will score a goal, right?"
Lampard was very confused, "Do we have a game today?"
"I'm not talking about Chelsea, I'm talking about the national team."
Lampard pursed his lips and said nothing.
Endrit was instantly shocked. "What's going on? Why don't you speak?!"
Lampard tried to pull his hand away from Endritt's, but couldn't, so he could only turn his head away.
Endrit grabbed Lampard's chin and forced him to look at him. "Don't be afraid to look at me! Look into my eyes and tell me that you can score a goal!"
Lampard closed his eyes silently.
Sorry, Ritter, if you are talking about our club Chelsea, then I can definitely agree to it. But you said the national team, this...
Excuse me, he really doesn't have that confidence. It is obvious that the players who play for the national team performed well when they played for their own clubs, but once they played for the national team...
How many games have they lost since the start of the European Cup qualifiers? Every time he thinks he can easily deal with an opponent, he ends up losing... What guarantee can you give him?
"I thought you were just saying that yesterday," Lampard held Endrit's hand and said earnestly, "Why don't you just not come? Don't get involved in this mess."
Endrit shook his head with a bitter face, "It's all agreed. I'll go to training with you next week."
Lampard looked at Endrit with sympathy, reached out and hugged him, "Okay, then come with me. I'll drive over to pick you up, and when you get there, don't run around, just follow me."
Endrit blinked, feeling that something was not right. "I'm following you. Don't run around. Am I going to some dangerous place instead of the national team?"
Lampard groaned softly, "Hmm... After all, we keep losing, and the criticism from outside never stops. The atmosphere in the team is not very good. You... You are quite popular with the media recently. If you run around, you might run into some petty people, ahem..."
Lampard turned his head and coughed forcefully, then put his hand on Endrit's shoulder. "Anyway, just follow me closely. Coach McLaren asked you to do targeted training, so you just agree. Then you will train the same way you train at Chelsea. Do you understand?"
"What?"
"Don't pay attention to what he says," Lampard raised his eyes impatiently, "If you really believe what he says, you will be in trouble. Sometimes he changes his mind several times a day. He always has strange ideas. Sometimes I think Beckham has a really good temper. He doesn't get angry at all."
Endrit said he didn't understand, and Endrit felt a little regretful.
Damn it, why did he have such a horrible dream last night! Now, reality is not so good.
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